Erotica College girl to Slave girl

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It was 15 years ago that the United States passed the 34th Amendment, which re-introduced legal slavery. What started as a way of boosting the economy through cheap/free labour soon led to a booming sex-slave industry, where men (and sometimes women) could spend their wealth living out their wildest sexual fantasies with enslaved women (and sometimes men). Owning slaves is also seen as a status symbol, and great prestige was awarded to those with attractive naked girls kneeling at their feet.

Slaves are afforded very few rights, and what rights they do have is seen as asset protection for their owners. Sexual slaves are considered the lowest of the low and are expected to perform any tasks asked of them no matter how degrading or humiliating, all the while being 'slave naked' at all times. Originally the slave population was made up of petty criminals, but increasingly there have been more and more people enslaved due to debt and insolvency. Many bank loans expect collateral and one of the many ways poorer people were able to offer collateral was their body.

Despite the numerous protests from women's groups, money talks, and the re-legalisation of slavery soon spread around the world where 10 years ago it was passed into UK law.

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Chapter 1 - Fun and Games

"END SLAVERY NOW"

"IMAGINE THIS WAS YOUR DAUGHTER"

"WOMEN ARE NOT OBJECTS"

"PEOPLE OVER PROFITS"

These were just a few of the signs being held up by students of the local Sixth Form college as they stood protesting on the high street. They were members of the college's Feminist Society, which in previous years had fought for gender equality but nowadays fought almost entirely against slavery, and in particular, sexual slavery and exploitation. It was the summer holidays, and this would be this group's last public protest as they leave to start jobs or go to university for those lucky enough to have rich parents or are able to secure a loan.

Amongst the students was 18-year-old Cassie Gallacher, her best friend Sophie Eames, and their friend Tom Teasdale. They often went to these protests together, either on the high street, outside slave centres, or joining huge marches in the capital. Cassie, like other girls her age, had grown up terrified of slavery and the risk that one day it might happen to her. Fortunately for her the financial security her father's job provided meant she posed very little risk of slavery herself, if she stays on the right side of the law that is.

Although the idea terrified her in real life, her sexually submissive side did often fantasise about slavery, though she would never tell her friends this. When performing yoga in her room she would strip off and perform slave poses in front of the mirror, studying how the curves of her shaved body accentuate her nakedness as she stretched to push out her tits, cunt and ass for her imaginary master's viewing pleasure. She would bend over and spread her cheeks for her imaginary master, begging for him to "please fuck my arse until you cum, master", despite her complete reluctance to have anything inserted up there.

Like an increasing number of women, she had also played slave in the bedroom for her ex-boyfriend. Some women do get off on the fantasy but many do it just to please their man, or because they feel it is expected. For Cassie, it was a bit of both. He bought a black leather collar for her to wear and barked out commands he heard from porn videos as she contorted herself into many positions ultimately designed to expose and humiliate herself. Then he would bend her over and fuck her from behind before sitting down and letting her finish him off. "How thoughtful of him" she would say to herself sarcastically. She would open her mouth to show him his load as is expected of sex slaves, before swallowing on command. Usually, the sex ended with her quietly removing her collar and sliding her clothes back on, feeling disgusted and ashamed of herself. Sometimes (usually when her father was away) he would have her naked and collared all day. Part of her loved the serenity of bobbing her head up and down on his cock for hours while he sat on the sofa watching TV, occasionally stroking her hair or telling her to get him another drink from the fridge. She also thought about what her friends, and especially her best friend Sophie, would think if they saw her like this, and the shameful thoughts aroused her. Cassie eventually ended things with him after he repeatedly broke boundaries, like trying to have anal sex with her or take photos of her while she was in "slave mode". She allowed him to take pictures and videos of her in different positions, if no face or identifying features were visible. But when she discovered he had taken pictures of her cum-covered face while she knelt with her eyes shut, she felt he had betrayed her trust.

After the protest, Tom asked Cassie and Sophie if they wanted to go stop at the local coffee shop before going home.

"Sure", Sophie replied, "as long as you're paying."

"Do you think I'm made of money?" he snapped back.

"Yes actually, I wouldn't be surprised if your body was made up of 60% bank notes" Cassie quickly added.

"Funny, you. Fine, just don't be getting those drinks that require a paragraph to order the thing."

In the coffee shop, Tom went to the counter to order while Cassie and Sophie sat down at a low round table near the window.

"So, you finally have your uni accommodation sorted?" Sophie asked staring into her phone as she scrolled.

"Yes. The one I originally wanted wasn't available but there is another one which is slightly more expensive but still affordable and I've been accepted for that one." Cassie scrolled through her phone looking for pictures of the accommodation. "Look, it's gorgeous".

"Wow that's lovely, I love the view of the city."

"I know right. The only problem is that they use slaves as cleaners. I'll be making sure my room is extra clean so they don't have much to do."

"Surely given how much the accommodation costs they could hire free people to clean?"

"I know. Luckily the slaves are allowed clothes from what I can tell."

"Well yeah, what's the point in keeping slaves naked unless they're young and attractive?" Sophie replied while rolling her eyes.

The conversation was cut short by Tom returning with a flat white for himself, an iced latte for Cassie, and for Sophie a coffee whose name was so long Tom had to write it down.

"I heard something about your accommodation", Tom said, "let's have a look then".

Cassie repeated to Tom the situation regarding the slave labour while Tom flicked through the pictures on her phone.

"Wow, nice place. Yeah, shocking that." He said almost absent mindedly. "Disgusting what these places will do to cut costs".

"At least it's you living there and not someone who might potentially exploit the slaves even more" Sophie added.

"True, I'd still rather not financially support it though."

"You may as well live as a hermit in the woods then" Tom added with a laugh, and the two girls agreed with sadness.

They sat drinking their coffees, chatting about current events, with a sombre feeling that this may be the last time the three of them will see each other for a while, as they all head off to university. Cassie got accepted onto an English Literature course at a respectable red brick establishment, Sophie was studying Physiotherapy, and Tom was off to Cambridge to study politics. All three of their fathers worked for the same company. Tom's dad, Bruce Teasdale, was the regional boss for the nearby electronics plant. Cassie's dad worked as their chief financial officer, and Sophie's dad was the lead engineer. The company offers to pay for the university fees of the children of long-standing employees, which was a godsend for Cassie and Sophie who would never have been able to acquire a loan elsewhere without having to pay back huge amounts after graduation. For Tom it was less meaningful, as the wealth of his father meant he could afford to send his son off to university with no loans at all.

There was one catch to the loan, however. Non-repayment of the loan required the employee to remain at the company, and crucially, for the student to undergo slave-grading as insurance on the loan in case of breaches by the employee and inability of repayment. This is a fact that has loomed over the head of both Cassie and Sophie. They had agreed that they would go to be slave graded together in a city far from where they live, so there was little chance of anybody they knew seeing them. Slave grading applicants had to be signed up for grading by somebody else, and customarily this was either a parent, partner or friend. Neither of them wanted to have a parent see them like this, both girls were single, and even worse was the idea of Tom taking them. Luckily, they had found a solicitors' firm in the city who could send a representative to act as power of attorney to sign them over, for a small fee of course.

For Cassie, who had dabbled in slave-play before, the idea of upping the ante and being slave naked in front of countless strangers both frightened and excited her. It wouldn't be a game; it wouldn't have timeouts like with her ex-boyfriend. She would be naked and collared, far from home, and at the whim of the slave handlers. She was in no way looking forward to it, but she was able to use any rationalisation she could to minimise the anxiety. For Sophie however, she was nothing but terrified. Her sexual experiences so far were incredibly vanilla, and other than some boring missionary sex and a blowjob, was basically non-existent. She was reluctant even to send nudes to her ex, never mind exposing herself to strangers. Her only way to bear it was knowing that nobody would know who she was, nor care since she would be one of many naked bodies around.

*****

When Cassie returned home, she noticed her father's car parked on the drive.

"DAD, I'M HOME" she shouted.

"In here, love", she heard a response from the living room. She walks in and slumps herself down on the sofa. Beside her was her father, eating a microwave curry and drinking a beer poured into a stolen pub glass "Nice day out with your friends?"

"Yeah it was OK. A few people called us loons and nutcases as usual but we had a lot of support."

"That's good" he said between mouthfuls of food. "How's Soph?".

"Yeah she's good. We've both got everything sorted for uni now".

"Good good. And your accommodation request has been accepted?".

"Yeah, as long as the loan is all approved".

Her father went quiet at the mention of the loan. It was an uncomfortable truth that she was going to have to put herself up as collateral for the loan, and he didn't want to have the difficult conversation about her stripping naked for the grading. He had tried to look for other ways to get the loan with the grading, but his boss Bruce told him it's the only way that these sorts of loans are approved these days. But he reassured him that under the event that his daughter be enslaved, he knew the right people and could make sure she finds a good master who would only use her for housework.

Cassie eventually left for the kitchen, quickly made herself some pasta, and went upstairs to eat on her bed. On her TV she was watching a vlogger talking about her experience of slave grading, what to expect, and the dos and don'ts. Then she found another video that was by somebody who worked as a slave handler for gradings, who was answering questions as part of a Q&A. It seemed like all the questions from females related to what they should do during their gradings while the male questions were asking what it's like to handle naked girls all day. The man in the video was very professional and explained that they don't look down on the people being graded, and only treat them the way they do due to protocol and to give them an authentic slave experience.

After finishing her food she left the bowl on the side and locked the door to her room. She then stripped off her clothes and rummaged through a drawer of clothes, reaching for her play collar hidden at the back and expertly strapping it to her neck. She turned on her laptop, opened an incognito window, and searched 'Slave grading positions tutorial'. She already knew the positions, but she wanted to make sure she was perfect. She clicked the first link, then 'I am over 18 years old', and up came a video posted to the official channel of a slave auction house. The host was an older man, and beside him was a young girl naked and collared on her knees facing the camera.

"Now this slave here has just been graded Prime and is set to be auctioned. Before she leaves us, I thought I would use her to make this video for you so you can see what it takes to be graded Prime as well."

Satisfied that the video will do, she set the laptop down in front of her full length mirror so she had a view of both the laptop and herself. She copied the pose on screen.

"Present" said the man, and the girl quickly and expertly spread her knees wide, interlocked her hands behind her neck, and curved her back to push her tits out.

"This is the Present position, a really common and popular pose. During a grading you will be asked to perform this pose a lot, and it helps reinforce feelings of humility, vulnerability, and the fact that your body is there to be viewed and examined at ease. As you can see, her pussy looks invitingly on offer to those who may wish to use her. It is important to raise yourself off the ground slightly if you want to make sure your pussy is visible."

Cassie followed the instructions, lifting herself up higher and watching in the mirror as her shaved pussy came more into view. As she examined herself in the position, she couldn't shake the thought that complete strangers were going to see her like this. She felt a tingle of excitement but also dread.

"This position pushes out the tits wonderfully", as he said this he groped both of her tits roughly, while the girl didn't flinch or show any emotion. "This is caused by the hands behind the neck and most importantly, the curving of the back."

The video cut to a side view, showing how curved her back was, and almost instinctively Cassie curved her back as well. The man ran his hand down the length of her back, from her neck all the way down to the crack of her ass, before giving each cheek a smack.

"Collar", he called out, and the girl bent over with one hand holding her hair out of the way of her neck and the other hand resting on her thigh. "This position allows a handler or owner to easily secure or remove a collar. You should stand up on your knees so that they don't have to bend down to collar you. Remember, everything you do is to make the handler's job easier, not yours. You are there to serve them."

"Back hands". The girl stayed bent over and stook her wrists out next to each other behind her back. "This position allows a handler or owner to easily secure or remove handcuffs, cable ties or ropes to the slave's wrists. Make sure to keep your wrists high and still, no shaking." He demonstrated by quickly and expertly taking a pair of handcuffs from his pouch and snapping them onto her wrists, then removing them and putting them away.

"Turn around. Display". The slave quickly turned 180 degrees, placed her forehead to the floor, and reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart, showing her vulva and anus to the camera. Cassie followed, but instead turning to the side so she could still see the video. "Now, as you can see this position is obscene, but it's also my favourite. The purpose, rather simply, is to show the slave's cunt and arsehole to whoever may be interested. Again, the back should be curved so that your arse is raised high. Now, in this position it will usually be expected of slaves to use mantras. Slave, give me a demonstration."

"Please ram your big cock into both of my holes master. I'm yours to use." Her voice was soft and cute, and sounded too innocent to be uttering the words she did.

"Maybe later", he said with a chuckle to himself. "Stand up. Display".

The girl quickly got to her feet, bent at the waist and then resumed pulling her ass cheeks apart for the camera. Cassie did the same, turning the laptop screen up first so she could see it whilst bent over.

"Every position that can be performed kneeling can also be performed on your feet. Turn around, Present."

The girl turned around, and stood with her legs spread apart, her tits pushed out and her hands behind her neck.

"See, this position is the same as the kneeling variant. When standing up, you may also hear this position be called 'Inspection'. Don't worry, they are the same thing. It is important to remember both the kneeling and standing variants of every position."

The video faded to black, and then part two started with the title 'Blowjobs' which then cut straight to a shot of the same girl bobbing her head up and down expertly on the man's cock.

"An important part of any slave girl's repertoire is the ability to suck cock well." At this point Cassie decided the rest of the video wasn't for her. She dragged the cursor over the video progress bar which showed the girl sucking his cock in different positions, then the next section covered penetrative sex, where he was fucking her from behind then her riding him. Then the next section was titled 'Anal' and the preview showed her being fucked in the ass from behind.

After closing the video she shut her laptop, reached into her bedside cabinet and pulled out a small vibrator. She continued to kneel in front of the mirror and let the vibrator hum away at her clitoris as she watched herself in the mirror and imagined herself as a slave girl. She cummed multiple times as she pictured herself bent over a table being fucked by a big strong master from behind while his wife grabs her hair and forces her mouth onto her pussy. When she was finished, she sucked her vibrator clean, something she imagined her master ordering her to do. She then lay in bed watching a TV show, deciding to stay naked with her collar on, before drifting off to sleep.

 

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Chapter 2 - A Nude Awakening
Cassie and Sophie watched the train slowly pull into the station, and despite the train doors stopping and opening right where they stood, they hesitated to get on. As usual, there were no seats available, so they were forced to stand on the busy train. The train pulled away and they said very little, both filled with anxiety. Cassie had managed some porridge before leaving home, but Sophie hadn't been able to eat a thing. As the train rocketed through the countryside of farmland and allotments, Cassie looked round at the bored commuters on the train. To her it felt obvious why the two of them, 18 years old, were on the train; To go strip off and have strangers rate how well they would perform as slave sluts. To the commuters however, nobody gave them even a second look. It was just another Wednesday morning to them. There was one commuter she noticed, who was not even hiding the fact that he was staring at her chest, as well as Sophie's ass. "Fucking creep" she thought, along with the thought that he would be able to see even more of them when they are strung up naked later to be viewed and inspected by the public. She hoped he wouldn't show up.
After 40 minutes, the train finally pulled into its final stop, and the two girls looked around for the exits. Sophie pulled up her maps app, typed in the address for the solicitors, pressed the walking man button, and noted that they were a twenty minute walk away. With an hour until their appointment, they decided to stop at a coffee shop on the way.
"An iced latte and an orange and mango smoothie please" Cassie said to the barista. She paid and brought the drinks over to table where Sophie had sat. For a moment they said nothing, and she watched as Sophie slowly drank the smoothie through a straw.
"Maybe I should cancel. I can sign you in at the auction house reception and be with you for the periods where they allow access to the public."
Cassie grabbed her hand. "Don't be silly, Sophie. We haven't come this far just for you to drop out now. You've always wanted to go to university, it's a few hours and that's it".
"I could always get a retail job, something to get me by."
"And do you want to spend your life 'just getting by'?"
"Well, no".
"Well, until slavery is finally abolished, we will have to play by whatever stupid rules they set out so that we can go to uni and get well-paying jobs like women of the past were able to do. I'll be by your side the whole time".
This seemed to settle Sophie down a little, and after finishing their drinks they made for the exit and once again followed the route on Sophie's phone. After 15 minutes, they arrived at the solicitors. It was a small, unassuming building as they always are, with a huge glass front. Sheepishly, they entered.
"Hi, welcome to Sullivan & Scott Solicitors, how can I help you?" Said the man at the front desk.
"Hi", Cassie started, "we're here for an appointment."
"Certainly, can I have a few personal details?"
As Cassie started to give her and Sophie's information, they heard a woman shout from the back of the room.
"Sophie and Cassie? This way" she said as she walked into a back office and beckoned them inside. They walked through the office which had an open layout, and they felt the eyes of the staff working at the computers as they walked past.
"Hi, I'm Vivienne Young, we liaised via email, and I will be your solicitor for today" she said in a friendly manner, shaking both of their hands.
The two girls sat on the chairs opposite her desk and they both eyed Vivienne up. She appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She wore a very professional dress and had an aura about her that exuded confidence.
"Ok, so I have the contracts written up here. By signing this it means that I have the right to hand both of you over to the auction house for the purposes of slave grading and slave grading only. This means you will be completely safe from accidental sales or harm on their part. Once the grading has been concluded, I will then be there to accept your release."
Following this, she handed over a sheet to the two girls outlining what would be expected of them during the day, which included walking into the auction house already naked. It had a timeline of all the procedures that would take place. It even had a chart of every slave position they should know, with a picture of a slave girl expertly performing each one. Not that they needed the chart, Cassie was already very familiar and even Sophie had committed to learning them in her bedroom.
With all the formalities out of the way, the two girls signed their respective contracts, writing their initials, signature and the current date seemingly dozens of times on multiple sheets of paper. Once the last of the paperwork was signed, without any change in her demeanour, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Vivienne announced "Brilliant. Now both of you, strip."
Cassie and Sophie both froze. They knew what to expect and yet when it came time to do it, it didn't feel real.
"Bu.. we're not even at the auction house yet" Sophie suddenly spoke up.
"Well yes, you're supposed to be naked beforehand. We aren't your parents or your friends, we don't do it in the car park, it looks unprofessional. Our rules and procedures clearly state we perform the de-clothing here. Now I want you both slave naked within the next minute, we haven't got all day".
"Yes miss", Cassie uttered, and they both rose from their seats. Cassie took the first step, and started to remove her shoes, followed by Sophie doing the same. As they were doing this, Vivienne moved both chairs out of the way and then slammed down two wide Eurocrate baskets labelled "C. GALLACHER" and "S. EAMES". Cassie took her boots and placed them into the corner of the basket, followed by her socks tucked into each boot. Sophie didn't dare take any initiative and copied everything Cassie did. Next Cassie unbuckled her mom jeans and slid them down to the floor, exposing her plain white panties. After folding the jeans nicely into the basket, she slid off her cardigan, and then slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Once these were placed into the basket, she stopped and thought about the ridiculousness of her situation, and how wrong it felt standing in her bra and panties in a professional office. She was suddenly brought to her senses when she saw the stern look of Vivienne sat switching her gaze between the two nearly naked girls in front of her. Being reduced to her bra and panties, she knew that no matter what she removed next, she was going to be exposing herself. She gritted her teeth and braced herself, like someone building up the courage to jump into an icy cold pool, counted down in her head, and then unclasped her bra, letting it fall from her chest exposing her small B-cup tits and putting it into the basket with the rest of her belongings. She looked over at Vivienne, expecting her to be impressed, but saw a bored expression like she had seen this a thousand times. She looked over at Sophie, who was currently fighting the same problem, and watched as her bra also fell, exposing her C-cups and was impressed that Sophie had got this far. With only her panties to go, Cassie built up the courage to take them off swiftly, and did just that, folding them into the basket and standing back with her hands at her sides fighting the urge to cover her waxed pussy. She looked to her right and saw Sophie similarly in the process of removing her panties, and she got a glimpse of her shaved pussy as she was putting her panties in the basket, before her hands quickly covered it up.
"Miss Eames, I hope you're not going to similarly disregard the rules of slave etiquette when you're being graded. Hands at your sides, NOW."
Sophie looked terrified and quickly dropped her hands to her side without question. "Sorry"
"Sorry what?" Vivienne replied.
"Sorry miss"
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry for hiding my body from you, miss."
"That's better. Now, the two of you remove your remaining pieces of jewellery and we can get started."
They were each provided a small plastic wallet in which they both removed necklaces, bracelets and ear/nose piercings and placed them inside, leaving the two girls as naked as the day they were born.
"Ok, we can start. Turn around and display."
They both turned away from the desk, bent down at the waist, and pulled their cheeks apart for their new temporary owner's inspection. Vivienne got up and crouched down to get close to the two exposed girls.
"Miss Gallacher, great choice to get waxed, very smooth." She said, rubbing her fingers over the poor girl's vulva and anus. Cassie was shocked, feeling the fingers of a woman she met just moments ago feeling up her most private parts. She then moved on to Sophie. "Miss Eames, well shaved, it will be adequate for you not to be docked any marks in the grading. OK that's enough. Kneel. Present"
They both straightened up, happy to not be exposing their most private parts to a stranger, then knelt down, spread their legs, and interlocked their hands behind their heads pushing out their tits, still facing away from the desk. Once they were both in position, they heard Vivienne press a button followed by her saying "Peter, they're ready".
Soon, the door they were both facing swung open, and in came the receptionist from before holding two slave collars. He seemed unfazed that the two pretty girls who he was talking to moments before were now kneeling before him naked and on display.
"Collar" he barked, and they quickly bent their necks down, holding their hair out of the way.
Without any delay, starting with Sophie, he expertly wrapped a collar around her neck and fastened it. "Back hands" he then ordered, and she placed her hands together behind her back. He then pulled out a zip tie from his pocket and tied her wrists together securely. While this was going on, Cassie was still in the Collar position, and he soon came over and performed the exact same procedures on her. With the two girls collared and tied, he placed a gag in both of their mouths.
"Don't they look wonderful, Peter. Go get the van ready".
"Sure thing Viv" Peter answered as he quickly left the room, and as the door swung open, Cassie could see one of the office staff who had a full view of her naked body. He smirked at her while she knelt helpless and gagged.
Peter quickly returned and Vivienne commanded the two girls to stand up and follow her out of the office. Quickly the two girls realised they were about to walk through the main office of the building, naked and collared and with their hands tied behind their back. As they exited the office, it felt like a thousand eyes were watching them, when in fact there were only about 15 people working there. As Cassie walked past the guy who was staring at her earlier, she felt a slap on her bum. Seeing this, Vivienne ordered the two girls to stop and had Cassie stand next to him.
"Why don't you have a better feel, Chris? I'm sure she won't mind".
The man Cassie now knew as Chris took no delay in feeling her up. He turned her around and admired her ass, kneading her bum cheeks and marvelling in the way they looked and felt.
"Ever taken it up the arse, love?" He asked crudely as he parted her cheeks.
Unable to speak, she shook her head no.
"That'll change soon I imagine", he said with a pat on her bum, "turn around". She complied, now facing him. His hands went straight to her defenceless tits, and he massaged them roughly. Cassie wanted to crawl up and die. She felt like nothing more than a piece of meat and it seemed like nobody was willing to stop it. She didn't know where to look, because she certainly didn't want to look down at the man groping her. But if she looked up she could see the many faces staring at her. Sophie meanwhile stood and watched her naked best friend groped and fondled and could do nothing but feel lucky that it wasn't happening to her. Not that her situation was much better as she felt the rest of the office eyeing up her nakedness from top to bottom, unable to shield herself due to her tied wrists. She kept telling herself "Nobody here knows you. Nobody here knows you. You're just another insignificant slave to them". She tried to disassociate from her predicament, but every slight breeze of the air conditioning across her naked body brought her back to the realness of her situation.
"Ok, that's enough, come on sluts" Vivienne said to the two girls as she headed for the front door. They were both too overstimulated to even acknowledge the misogynistic remark, and Cassie was too relieved to be walking away from Chris's wandering hands and out of the office to process the fact that she was about to head outside onto the street. Sophie was the first to head out as Vivienne held the door open for them. Everything suddenly felt like it was going in slow motion, and she had to use a lot of strength to not wet herself on the spot. Miraculously she managed to put one foot in front of the other and soon found herself in the warm air of the busy street outside, the change in temperature was very noticeable on her naked body. Seconds later (which felt like minutes to her), Cassie battled the same ordeal and followed her best friend outside.
Cassie's eyes darted around, the traffic on the street was stopped due to a red light. On the road was a double-decker bus, and everyone on board had a great view of their nakedness. She noticed an old couple, the woman saying something to her husband clearly in disapproval, while he looked on at the exposed pair. Then 2 rows behind them was a young girl who appeared to be the same age as Cassie and Sophie, who looked the two nude girls up and down with a bored expression before returning to her phone, as if seeing two naked and bound girls on the street was the most normal thing in the world. It seemed half the bus (mostly men) were staring in their direction while the other half didn't care at all and were more concerned with reaching their destination. As they followed Vivienne to the right down the street and past the leers of pedestrians on the pavement they passed a white van with three workmen in the front, who proceeded to beep their horn and shout obscenities out the window that luckily neither Sophie nor Cassie could hear. Vivienne ignored them and kept walking.
They felt relieved when they saw Vivienne turn right into an alley. As they turned the corner, they saw Peter standing next to a grey van decorated with the logo of Sullivan & Scott Solicitors, with its two rear doors open and a ramp leading up to it. At the bottom of the ramp was two dog crates on wheels, one for each girl.
"OK, I know it's difficult due to your tied hands but crawl inside and get all the way to the end so that your bums are out of the way of the closing doors."
The two girls were beyond questioning the ridiculousness of their situation at this point, and they both knelt in front of their respective cages and gingerly started shuffling inside on their knees, thankful that the cage floor was somewhat padded. Running through the cage was also a padded bar which the girls could rest their chests on. Once they were both securely inside, Peter closed the doors, pushing their bottoms in as they stuck out slightly, and locked them with a small padlock. Then he unlocked the wheel mechanisms and spun the two crates round so that they were now facing the street they just came from, and that's when they noticed the small crowd of 5 or 6 people who had stopped at the entrance of the alley to watch the whole ordeal. Cassie felt her cage being pulled backwards and up an incline as her cage was slowly pulled up by Peter into the van. Eventually her cage hit the back wall, and the wheel mechanism was disengaged. Peter then jumped out of the van and soon after, the sight of Sophie's rear end came into her view and closer towards her as he repeated the process. The two crates were then pushed together, and the back of Sophie's crate was secured to the front of Cassie's. This left Sophie's bum just centimetres from Cassie's face, separated only by 2 thin mesh cage walls. Around the sight before her, Cassie could see Peter marching up and down the left and right side of the cages, making sure everything was fastened securely, and then pulling the two ramps into the van alongside either cage. Sophie in front of her had a clear view of the onlookers as she was secured into the van, and rather than dispersing, the crowd seemed to have grown. To her, this was the most mortifying moment of her life; To them, watching her humiliation was so insignificant they'll have forgotten about it in an hour. Then, without a word spoken to the two naked girls, Peter jumped out of the van and slammed both doors shut leaving them in darkness.
For a short moment they were left alone, and they both enjoyed the quiet after their stressful ordeal so far. Cassie was struggling, but she could tell from the grunts and moans from Sophie that she was struggling even more. If it wasn't for the tied wrists and two sets of metal bars, she would reach out and hug her. Hearing her best friend struggle sent her into protective mode and she almost didn't care about her own situation anymore. With their mouths gagged, all they could do was make noises resembling words, trying to reassure each other. Sophie tried to turn around to face Cassie, but her cage was far too cramped for that. After a few minutes of waiting, they heard the engine start up which in turn caused an overhead light to turn on, and felt the van pull away. For about 10 minutes it felt like stop-start traffic, but eventually the van picked up speed as it merged onto the outer road network. For the whole journey, Cassie's main view was the shaved pussy and anus of the naked and caged girl in front of her, and it didn't seem real that it was her best friend in that cage. The two girls had seen each other naked plenty of times, as most girl best friends have; But it was surreal for her to have such a pornographic view of Sophie's genitals as she was forced to bend over in the cage. She felt disrespectful for looking but at the same time she had nowhere else to look.
Finally, the van slowed to a stop and the engine turned off. Despite the overhead light, the two girls were blinded when the back doors swung open and they were greeted by two figures they eventually worked out was Vivienne and Peter.
"Enjoy the trip, girls?" Vivienne asked sarcastically, with the girls only able to muffle as a response. "Let's get them out, we only have 5 minutes until the appointment."
Peter wasted no time in un-securing the cages from the van and wheeling them out into the sunny car park. Then the doors to the cages were unlocked and Peter helped each girl out, definitely being more handsy than he needed to be. Finally, the girls were out and stood on the tarmac and were able to take in their surroundings. The car park was huge, and where they were parked seemed to be as far away from the auction house entrance as possible.
"Stay here with the van, I will be back shortly" Vivienne told Peter, and ordered the girls to follow her as she turned and headed towards the entrance. As they marched through the car park, they noticed they were no longer the only naked people anymore. They approached a fully naked young girl who was rummaging through the back of a car to put her clothes back on, and they could overhear her conversation with who appeared to be her mother.

 

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"I knew we shouldn't have come to the later booking. They always say if there's delays there are risks you can be kept overnight. And look what happened." she said, sounding annoyed.
"Look Chloe, I couldn't get the time off work yesterday to come in the morning, and would you really want your brother taking you and seeing you in this state?"
"Well, no, obviously"
"Exactly. Just be glad it's over with now"
The girl slid on her sweatpants and shirt, and quickly jumped into the passenger seat.
Cassie looked into the distance and could see other groups of nude and non-nude people, either heading to entrance or leaving. She saw a few older women being escorted nude by their husbands, 'probably a kink thing' she thought to herself. The overwhelming majority of the naked people, however, were young girls around 18-19, probably all in the same boat as her and Sophie. Some were being led on a leash by their friends or partners, others by their parents (usually their mother).
As they approached the entrance they saw a group of old creepy looking men sat on deckchairs with beers in hand, clearly there to enjoy the naked girls on display. The entrance was specifically for slave grading applicants, which made it more exciting since everyone walking slave naked through those doors was technically a free woman, and not a slave forced to be naked. They would sit there for hours enjoying the sights and shouting obscene things at the girls walking past. The auction house saw little issue with them staying there as long as they didn't cause too much of a scene, and they even sold them refreshments.
The two girls ignored the men's jeers as much as they could, and they were soon in the air-conditioned lobby of the grading centre. They looked around, and saw a counter opposite staffed by receptionists, all occupied with customers. In the far corner on the right was a small coffee counter, being staffed by a collared slave who looked about 19 years old with her hair tied up and wearing nothing but a transparent apron. On the right side of the room, there was a large padded mat in front of a slightly curved wall, and on the mat knelt 8 naked girls, all in the display position with their legs spread wide and their hands interlocked behind their neck, eyes cast downward. Behind the girls on the wall there were screens displaying a number different for each girl. In front of the mat there was a waiting area for those bringing grading applicants in, where the 3 rows of 12 seats conveniently faced the mat occupied by naked girls for their viewing pleasure while they waited. On the left there were two sets of ominous looking double doors.
Not long after entering, a male staff member removed their gags, though they were both too terrified at this point to utter a word. They were then ordered "Back hands", and he took a pair of scissors to the zip ties binding their wrists. Then they were ordered "collar", and as they knelt, they felt the collars on their necks removed only to be replaced by an official auction house collar, locked shut by a small lock at the back. The only thing that differentiated the collars from normal slave collars was a red band that ran around the inside lining but this wasn't visible when being worn. This meant that for the purpose of grading and public viewing, they were indistinguishable from full slaves and would be treated as such.
"Under section 2 of the Slavery and Indentures Act this auction house hereby has the authority to hold Miss Cassie Gallacher, present willingly and unclothed, and Miss Sophie Eames, present willingly and unclothed, for a duration no longer than 48 hours and under the legal conditions of slavery for the purposes of official slave grading. I must inform both of you that each collar is fitted with the ability to deliver a powerful shock. This will trigger if you try to leave the premises, and can be triggered by any member of staff for their safety as well as yours."
They were then shown cards with a long string of numbers, Cassie's read '1506330095' and Sophie's read '1506330096'. "These are your slave numbers which you will be referred to while you are here as you will not be referred to by name, however only the last 4 digits matter so Cassie you are 0095, and Sophie you are 0096". As he explained this he slid the cards into each of the girls' collars. The girls had an even higher sense of dread than before, now that they had been reduced to just a number and were indistinguishable from regular naked slaves.
"OK 0095 and 0096, go to that mat over there and kneel with the others. You will remain there and after 30 minutes you will be taken through for your grading. Do everything that anybody tells you, and you refer to everyone as master or mistress. Is that understood?"
"Yes, master", the two girls said in unison. Cassie understood the reasons for the 30 minute wait; firstly it allowed time for the marks on skin left by clothing to fade. Though obviously that was pointless for her and Sophie as they'd already been naked for over 30 minutes at this point. The other reason was to overwhelm the girls with extreme exposure to being naked, making their grading experience less daunting later on.
They briskly walked over to the mat and noticed that two previously empty displays next to each other now displayed '0095' and '0096'. They went to their corresponding numbers and then turned to face the room and knelt with their legs spread and their hands behind their neck, copying the other girls. Sophie instantly felt the eyes in the room take in her nakedness, as those in the waiting area quickly examined the newest naked girls to occupy the mat.
Cassie looked over to the reception counter, where she saw Vivienne thoroughly reading through and signing a pile of papers. After she was done, she had a conversation with the receptionist which appeared very friendly as if they were on good terms; Clearly Vivienne came here often to drop off slave gradees. She then walked over to the coffee counter and picked up a pre-made coffee, which Cassie figured must have been made by the slave barista the moment she saw Vivienne walk through the door. After paying, she walked briskly towards the same door they'd entered from, turning to give the girls a wave, knowing the girls couldn't wave back in response, and then left.
Although in a terrifying environment, Cassie had taken comfort in knowing that Vivienne was there to look after her, as she had been a commanding and powerful figure from the moment she had ordered them strip, to having them crawl into a dog crate and then finally walk through a car park to their current destination. But now Vivienne was gone, and she was just any other slave girl, at the whim of the handlers and anybody who wished to inspect and touch her naked body.
She looked over at the waiting area, at the audience sitting there staring at the naked flesh on display while sipping on their coffees. To her left was Sophie, but to her right knelt a girl of similar age to her, thin with ginger hair and freckles. She remembered her walking in from the car park just a few minutes ahead of her and noted what appeared to be her boyfriend sat on the front row staring at her with a slight smirk on his face, though he didn't shy away from also taking in the view of Cassie and the other girls, nor did he try to hide the fact. Although he seemed a bit sleazy and definitely not her type, she did get at least a little bit wet when she noticed the tent that had formed in his pants and imagined being ordered to service him. God, what was coming over her.
Then she looked down and noticed that in the floor was a small camera facing up at her, with a small red dot indicating that it was recording, and that there was a camera in front of each girl on the mat. She panicked, and many different thoughts raced through her head. Who will see this? Why is she being recorded? Is it being live streamed? Realising there was nothing she could do, and that any potential audience couldn't be seen by her anyway, she slowly started to focus on her breathing and making sure that her kneeling position was correct.
Her attention was pulled when she heard a wrangler shout "Zero Zero Eight Seven", beckoning with his hand and then a girl three places to her right got up and walked towards him. "Backhands", he said, reaching for one of the many pairs of cuffs on his belt, and had her hands bound with little effort. With a clipboard in one hand and the girl's ass in his other, he expertly guided her to the opposite side of the room and marched her through the right hand set of double doors. Moments later, the left hand set of doors flew open, and out came another wrangler goosing a slave-naked girl in cuffs where he led her towards the reception counter and she knelt patiently while he sorted paperwork. A minute or two later she was ordered to stand and her cuffs and collar were removed, then a woman who must have been her mother came over from the back row of the waiting area holding a gown and a pair of sliders. After a hug between the two, they walked towards the exit and the girl could be seen eagerly grabbing the gown and wrapping it around herself the first moment she could.
Watching the other girls go through the exact same experience became reassuring for Cassie. Kneeling slave naked and collared in an auction house lobby spreading her legs and pushing out her tits for an audience of people was the most traumatising and embarrassing thing she had ever experienced. But seeing she was just one girl out of hundreds who would be graded that day she realised just how insignificant she was. She wasn't the main attraction, she wasn't in the spotlight. Yes, her body was on full display, but everyone watching her contort herself in her birthday suit wouldn't even remember her in half an hour. And as she thought this, another naked girl was being collared at reception and ordered to kneel where 0087 had been.
She began to enter a meditative trance. Her breathing and nerves calmed, and she was almost starting to enjoy being on display. Just like at home with her ex-boyfriend, she could play the slave girl for a day, and now she was getting more comfortable with being slave naked and on display. Less could be said for Sophie however, who was constantly fighting the urge to cover herself. What stopped her was knowing that she would only stand out more, whereas at least she was blending in with the small and on-display group. She barely paid attention to what was going on in the room, choosing to keep her eyes downcast and to zone out from her ordeal.
Ten minutes passed and in that time a few more naked girls had been called up and a few more naked girls had joined the mat. Then a wrangler ordered "Ok sluts, turn around. Display". Not wanting to be the slowest, the girls all quickly turned around on their knees, planted their right cheek on the mat, and reached back to spread their ass cheeks for the viewing audience. Even though they were now obscenely displaying their pussies and assholes, both Cassie and Sophie preferred this position as their faces were now obscured from the crowd and there was nothing to distinguish one set of holes with another.
As Sophie settled into her new position, all she could do was listen to the sounds of the busy lobby. Every audible sip of coffee from the waiting area made her incredibly conscious of her spread cheeks. She desperately wanted to let go and cover herself, but she feared the consequences, whatever they were. All she could see from her position was Cassie to her left, the back of her head on the floor and her spread ass raised high, and behind her the queue to the coffee counter. As she looked over at her friend, she felt incredibly lucky that she had her with her as she went through this ordeal, and she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather have alongside her.
"Zero Zero Nine One", called the wrangler and Sophie heard the girl to her right stand up and her bare feet tap along the floor. A few minutes later the space was filled again, though she couldn't see who it was. "Zero Zero Nine Two". Part of her wanted the counting to keep going so she could get this all over with, but another part of her wanted to remain where she was, safe from the rest of the slave grading experience. As degrading as it was, she reckoned to herself that she probably would prefer to kneel displaying her pussy and asshole in the lobby than go through the next few hours of grading.
Just as she was starting to enjoy the relative anonymity from this position, the wrangler came back over. "OK sluts, turn around, Present", and the girls once again spun in unison, spreading their knees wide, curving their backs to push out their breasts, and placed their hands behind their necks. Sophie looked over to the audience and noticed new faces, their eyes darting around taking in everything the girls had on display.
"Zero Zero Nine Three", called the wrangler, and the girl to the right of Cassie stood up and walked over to him where she quickly cuffed and goosed to the other side of the room by a hand firmly between her ass cheeks. Cassie looked over to the waiting area where 0093's boyfriend was sat and noticed him staring straight at her. When he made eye contact with her, he grabbed his crotch and shook it at her. Cassie started subconsciously spreading her legs and pushing out her tits more as he studied her body intently. She was shocked at how in such a short space of time she had gone from being mortified when she was stripped and groped in the solicitors' office, to willingly flaunting and contorting herself for a random guy's pleasure. Cassie found a strange sort of safety in her collar, like she was a character in a play and the mat was her stage. "Actresses get nude in films all the time so why can't I" she thought to herself, and she had the added benefit of having nobody know who she was.
"Zero Zero Nine Four", called the wrangler. Knowing she was next, and with her newfound confidence, Cassie tried her best to enjoy the last few moments on the mat before the slave grading began. She knelt with pride, curving her back expertly and lifting her face up displaying no hint of shyness. She made eye contact with a few men in the waiting area, giving them a slight smirk. She could tell from the way they looked at her that they wanted nothing more than to bend her over and fuck her. She no longer felt like the lowest person in the room; She felt powerful. Those men could look at her private parts as much as they wanted, they couldn't have her.
That power quickly diminished however, when two wranglers came over and in turn called out "Zero Zero Nine Five" and "Zero Zero Nine Six". Cassie and Sophie quickly rose from their knees and walked over to their respective caller. Sophie felt all eyes on her as she stood before the waiting area and was expertly cuffed alongside her best friend. She then got the shock of her life when she felt the hand of the wrangler on her ass, and his fingers wedged with no hesitation between her cheeks. She had never been groped by a stranger before, and she knew it was only going to get worse from here. She watched as Cassie was marched forward and then she felt pressure from the wrangler's fingers as he forced her to follow. They walked briskly to the other side of the room, past the queue at reception, and through the foreboding double doors where their slave grading would begin.

 

[masterblaster1405]

This story is set in the universe written about by Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, GentlemanMariner, MrSmith27, Avicia, ZZchromosome etc., where non-hereditary slavery has been legalised under the 34 th Amendment in the US, but this story takes place in the UK.

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18, and the entire story is fiction set in a fictional world. No human beings should ever be treated as property.

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Chapter 3 - Into the Belly of the Beast

Cassie tried to keep herself composed as she was led naked, collared and cuffed by a slave wrangler, with his fingers deep in her ass crack, through a set of double doors, her best friend Sophie trailing just behind in the same predicament. The doors opened, and she was then led down a long corridor with office rooms either side with long glass windows. Inside those rooms were what appeared to be regular office workers sitting at computers, the men wearing shirts and ties, and the women wearing smart dresses. Cassie marched past a few of them in the corridor and she noticed they paid her no attention at all, just a cursory smile to the wranglers. Cassie could feel the cold tiles on her feet, and all she could hear was the loud stomps from the wranglers' boots, making her and Sophie's little patters on bare feet completely inaudible.

Suddenly a naked girl being led by a wrangler appeared from a corridor on the right, and turned right to walk ahead of Cassie. It was then that she noticed a sign which read "SLAVE INTAKE ——>", and it suddenly struck her that she was about to be mixed in with regular, legal slaves. The girl in front of her wasn't playing slave for the day like she was, this was her life. And the only thing to differentiate Cassie and Sophie from the slave-girl was a red band inside their collars, impossible to see without removing it.

Finally they reached the end of the corridor and were led through into a room colloquially referred to as the 'Slut Wash', where lowly-paid interns (usually 18 year olds who would be more than happy to do it for free) scrub the naked girls clean. They were ordered to stand on two grates next to each other and then their cuffs were attached to a hook above them. Since their hands were cuffed behind them, this had the effect of forcing them to bend over with their arms raised high. Once secured, two pimply-faced teens came over wearing overalls, and a few moments later Cassie felt a small, lubricated nozzle connected to a hose being pushed into her anus. She was shocked at the sudden invasion, but luckily it was so small she felt no pain at all. The valve was then opened and she soon felt a strange sensation as she was filled with a mixture of chemicals and lukewarm water.

After a minute or so, her stomach started to cramp and she was barely able to handle the pain. Sophie was the same and soon the pair started to writhe uncontrollably, as much as their bindings would allow. "I-I know it hurts but keep it inside until I say", stumbled one of the boys responsible for administering their enemas. Cassie felt the pain rise and rise until she was starting to panic, but it was at this point she felt the boy reach behind her and close the valve, then slowly pulled the nozzle out of her anus. Cassie had to use all of her physical and mental strength to not expel the liquid invading her colon.

A few painful minutes later the girls were unhooked and the boys marched them over to two toilets in the wall next to each other, which offered zero privacy. "O-Ok, now err release the liquid", the same boy stumbled. Cassie was conflicted, desperate to expel the fluid and relieve herself of the pain, but horrified at the idea of voiding her bowels like this in view of everybody. Eventually the need to relieve the pain won over, and with her eyes closed she quickly released the waste, Sophie following suit moments after. Although crass, Cassie knew the reason for this was to dehumanise them as much as possible, and lose their inhibitions regarding privacy and modesty. It was certainly working, she thought.

The teens quickly pulled them back up to their feet and rehooked them, and administered one more enema. Though this time they used less liquid, and the girls didn't feel anywhere near the same sort of discomfort than the first enema. They were then once again unhooked and marched to the toilets to expel it.

As the last of the water trickled out of them, the wranglers once again returned to unhook and uncuff them, before swiftly re-cuffing their hands in front of them and rehooking their hands. One of them made a signal to a man in the corner at some sort of control station, and quickly the hooks started to rise in the air until the girls were left nearly dangling, their feet just about able to take their weight. As this was happening, the teen boys had left and now returned with buckets of lukewarm soapy water and a sponge. With the naked girls spread taut and defenceless in front of them, the boys quickly got to work. First they grabbed hoses, and started washing their hair. They squirted an industrial looking shampoo in their hands and started to massage it in and Cassie had to admit it actually felt pretty good, and she closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was in a salon and not spread slave-naked in front of strangers and being treated like cattle.

He grabbed the sponge and scrubbed her face with no concern for being delicate. Luckily, she had no makeup on to remove or he could have been even more thorough. As he worked his way down to her neck, he pulled the collar away from her neck so he could scrub underneath, and as he did so he caught a glimpse of the red band inside indicating she was just there for slave grading, and this produced a slight smirk on his face; It was always more fun when the naked girl he was manhandling was technically a free woman. Tomorrow he could see this girl on the street and she wouldn't give him the time of day, but right now her body was fully available to him and he could touch any part of her without protest.

He moved down to her torso, and after a quick scrub of her armpits, he proceeded to take an awfully long time making sure her breasts were clean. He tossed the sponge back into the bucket and used both hands to rub the soap across her tits, kneading them slowly and drawing out as much enjoyment for himself that he could. "My tits can't be this dirty surely?" Cassie thought to herself, as she was felt up like nothing more than a piece of meat. Trying to gain some control, at least in her own mind, she thought about how this boy would never be able to get his hands on a body this good consensually. It was a small concession however, because the boy DID currently have his hands all over her and there was nothing she could do about it.

He then worked his way down to her pussy, and as he soaped the area clean he reached around for her clit, trying to get a reaction out of her. Cassie could tell he was inexperienced but she had to admit it felt good, though she tried to hide the fact. He took any slight change in facial expression as a sign she was enjoying it and he seemed content when she closed her eyes. Moving round behind her he quickly soaped her back before moving down to her ass. He worked the sponge in between her cheeks and scrubbed back and forth, the second guy to have his hand up her ass crack just today. After this was done he tossed the sponge back in the bucket and massaged her ass cheeks in a similar fashion to her tits, enjoying her two cute round globes. Cassie knew she had a great ass, small but round enough that it felt meaty to grab and had a slight jiggle to it. She hated herself for it, but his hands felt kind of nice.

Cassie looked to her side and saw the other guy finishing off cleaning Sophie, and she was so lost in her own world that she almost forgot her best friend was strung up right next to her. The guy cleaning Cassie laughed to the other "Hey you've got to check this one out, she has a great arse", and he quickly came up behind Cassie and started playing with her ass. "Boys will be boys", she thought to herself as she was subjected to more humiliating gropes, but somewhat pleased with the compliment.

"Oi, get a move on" snapped a wrangler, and quickly the boys got to work hosing down the two girls, getting all the soap off their bodies and out of their hair. "Sam, can you help with this?", finally she knew at least one of their names, and the boy named Sam tried his luck again and came in front of her, then reached round to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She then felt the water from the hose being blasted between her cheeks to the amusement of the boy spreading them, their faces almost touching as they locked eyes with each other; How romantic.

"Do you let all the boys do this?" he whispered to her jokingly, before planting a kiss on her cheek. He then pulled in closer to her ear and softly he said "It's a shame I didn't get more time with you. Maybe I'll come and pay you a visit when I'm on my break". All she could do was maintain eye contact with him, knowing any responses back would earn her an infraction. He then let go of her ass cheeks and went back to hose off Sophie.

Once the two girls were fully rinsed clean, their hooks were lowered and their cuffs were removed from the hooks. Their cuffs were then removed and to their relief, they weren't reattached. "OK listen up sluts. For the time being your hands will remain free. Unless a position requires otherwise, you will show restraint and keep your hands behind your backs, gripping both wrists. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master", the two girls said in unison, quickly following the order.

They were then led soaking wet to a tall booth, walled on three sides, and Cassie was ordered to step in first. "Arms and legs out like a starfish, Ninety Five", and when she complied, powerful jets of air blasted her from every angle, and within seconds her body was dry. "Ok, out. Ninety Six, your turn" and as Sophie stepped into the booth she spread her limbs out like a starfish without being asked.

Cassie quickly moved her arms behind her back, and was led over to counter where a woman holding a hairdryer and a brush was standing. "On your knees for me, love" she said in a nonchalant tone, and once she complied the woman got to work drying and styling her hair back to how it was beforehand. She was amazed at the skill and speed at which this woman was able to work her hair. Quickly she was done and Cassie stood as she watched Sophie being ordered to kneel and submit to the same woman.

Two wranglers returned, placing their hands yet again between the ass cheeks of the two girls, and leading them via pressure on their assholes towards the exit of the room. Both girls were relieved to have made it past the slut wash, though they were now filled with dread at what lay ahead. After a short walk down another corridor, they found their answer. They entered a room which looked like a school drama studio, with dark walls and carpets, and on the far wall were six photography booths all in a row, each with dozens of lighting and recording equipment all facing towards a small raised platform. Some were empty, some had girls being ordered to contort themselves into different positions while a photographer snapped pictures.

The girls were quickly led over to booths 4 and 5 which were both empty, where Cassie was stopped next to a man with a laptop and holding a camera. "Thanks Brian", the photographer said and then said to himself "Ok what do we have here". As he said this, he lightly grabbed her collar and proceeded to type the info into his laptop. "Ok Ninety Five, hop up and stand on the marked spot on that little stage and I'll take some photographs for the database". As he said this Cassie felt sick. The dreaded slave registry database. The database which stored the information of every slave in the country, alongside photographs of them slave-naked and collared in many different positions. And now there was about to be two new entries titled "Cassie Gallacher" and "Sophie Eames" alongside pictures of their face, tits, pussy and ass.

The regulations surrounding the database meant that the profiles of slaves and slave gradees couldn't be publicly accessed. However, for a substantial subscription fee (usually only affordable for the wealthy and corporations), these profiles could be viewed in full. The reason for this was to allow companies such as banks handing out loans to be able to fully inspect those who may be putting their bodies up for collateral. However, there were numerous cases of girls being slave graded and then having their information and pictures leaked online, and the police were never interested enough to chase up those with access to the database who leaked it. So these girls were forced to live with the fact that online forums and people they knew had incredibly high quality pictures of them kneeling slave naked and collared, or bent over spreading their asses. It had happened to a girl in their year, Lottie. Nobody knew why she suddenly dropped out of college never to be seen again until her slave pictures started making their way around the college; Even Cassie had seen them. Now Cassie and Sophie had to pray that this wouldn't happen to them.

The two girls were then ordered into a multitude of different positions by their respective photographers. First stood in the Present position, then bent over in the Display position spreading their cheeks. Then ordered to kneel and Present once again. Again, they were ordered into the Display position with their right cheek to the floor and their hands clasping their ass cheeks and pulling them apart. The photographers then came in close to take close-up pictures of their spread holes. Ordered into the Present position again, the photographers then took close-up pictures of their faces while they stared at the camera, including with their mouths open and tongues stuck out. As Cassie posed for the camera, to cope with the humiliation she tried to imagine she was some sort of model for a high-end, tasteful publication interested in artistic expressions of the female form. The illusion was very hard to maintain when contorting herself into obscene positions however. The obscenity became clear when the photographer called her to him and showed her the pictures being uploaded to his laptop, and she almost didn't believe that the pornographic images on the screen were of her.

"For a fee of £20, you can take prints of these images and digital copies home with you for personal use. I can put the request through the system now if you'd like?" Cassie didn't know what to say. Obviously she didn't want them, why would she want them?

"Umm, yes please, master." She meekly replied, ashamed of herself for even saying it. The idea of these pictures being secretly stuffed away in a drawer turned her on slightly, and who knows, maybe she might show them to a future partner. With one hand, he used his mouse to process the request, and with the other he nonchalantly groped her ass cheeks. She did nothing to stop him or protest, instead standing to attention with her arms behind her back like she had been told by the wrangler.

"I couldn't resist", he said with a smile as he glanced at her.

She looked back at him with a soft smile. "I live to serve you, master", repeating a slave mantra. Showing great enjoyment at her reply, he moved both his hands up to her tits and started massaging them. As Cassie had her breasts fondled, she looked over to the other booth where a naked Sophie was similarly being shown her own uploaded photos, though by the looks of it she hadn't requested to have copies.

Swiftly, two wranglers came to collect the naked pair, and they were soon off to the next part of their grading. Though they weren't taken through the main exit like the other girls had, but instead through an unassuming side door. Once inside, they were greeted with yet another photo booth with cameras and lighting inside a small room, and another photographer frantically checking each bit of equipment to make sure everything was ok. Cassie was ordered to kneel to attention in the centre, and Sophie was ordered to kneel in the corner where she could see her best friend's nude body lit up brilliantly by the bright lights.

Neither Cassie nor Sophie had any idea what was going on. Weren't they done with pictures? Their questions were answered when a wrangler came and stood directly in front of where Cassie was kneeling. "It says here, Ninety Five, that you ticked 'yes' to providing oral services. Is that correct?" Cassie froze. She completely forgot that months prior, when masturbating in her room and getting herself worked up enough to build up the courage to submit the slave grading forms, her horny brain thought it would be a good idea to tick the box saying 'yes' to willingly give blowjobs. The reason for the option is that it's an easy way to have a final grade bumped up, and it could be bumped up significantly if the blowjob was exemplary. Cassie didn't mind giving blowjobs, and mostly only ticked the box because it sounded 'hot' at the time, but right then, under the bright lights and cameras, and with her best friend watching on, she couldn't think of anything worse.

"Y.. yes master", she finally responded.

"Unzip me"

"Yes master"

Her hands returned in front of her, and slowly she moved her hands up to the crotch of his trousers. With a bit of a struggle and with shaky hands, she got the button loose, then pulled down the zip. The trousers loosened, she grabbed the waist of both his trousers and underwear, and slowly pulled them down until his semi-hard cock was revealed. She studied his crotch, noticing his pubes trimmed short, large smooth ballsack, and his penis which hung down but looking ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. She had to admit, he had a lovely package.

"OK Ninety Five, I won't give you any instructions on how to suck my penis. Your only instructions are to suck me to completion, at which point you will hold out my semen on your tongue. Understand, slut?"

"Yes master"

"You may begin"

Cassie knew she had to play the part of a real slave girl, and the role of a real slave girl was to make the man they're sucking feel as important as possible, like their cock is the best cock in the world and they should feel honoured to have been given the chance to suck it. Getting into character was much harder with her best friend watching her, however.

She leaned forward until his cock was just millimetres from her face, and as she looked up to make eye contact, instead she found herself staring into the lens of a small camcorder that the wrangler was holding. She'd almost forgotten that this whole ordeal was being recorded, and rather than looking into the eyes of another human being she found herself staring into the cold imposing lens and red recording light. She couldn't feel more like a porn star if she tried. Realising the best way to put on a show was to continue to look up at the camera like the girls she'd seen in porn, she moved in further, and felt the warmth of his cock as it grazed her lips. She kissed the tip, then slowly kissed her way up the semi-hard shaft until she reached the base and her face was nestled in his pubes. She then kissed round the sides working her way to his ballsack, and as she kissed both of his balls she took in the manly aroma that dominated her senses, and she hated herself for it but it drove her wild with lust. His cock rested on her face as she kissed her way back along the underside of the shaft, and she could feel the cock pulsing as it got harder and harder.

She reached the tip and took it into her mouth, sucking lightly and swirling her tongue around the head. She looked seductively up into the camera lens, knowing the wrangler would be watching through the camera screen, and slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth. She knew he wanted to feel more, but she was going to draw it out, make him wait to feel it hit her throat. Right now she was in charge. She let out a slight moan as she bobbed her head back and forth along the first two inches of his cock. Every time she bobbed back down, she consciously took slightly more of him into her mouth. After a few minutes, she bobbed her way down to where the head hit the back of her mouth. After keeping him there a moment, she relaxed her throat muscles and expertly slid her mouth and throat down his cock until her face was once again buried in his pubes. She pulled back for air, keeping most of the cock in her mouth as she did so, and then lined up the head with the back of her mouth again. She pushed back down and bobbed up and down repeatedly, the cock never leaving her throat. Acting like a pure slut really got her going, and helped push to the back of her mind the fact that the cock she was fellating belonged to a man she met 5 minutes ago, and her best friend was kneeling metres away watching the whole thing

 

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For the wrangler, receiving blowjobs every day was just a regular part of his job. Although it was a decent perk, he knew that he had a wife at home who prided herself on giving him a better blowjob than any of the so-called sluts could give him. However, he had to admit that this blowjob was close, if not better than hers, though he would never tell her that. Ever since the adoption of slavery, society quickly had to adapt to what it meant to have sex with a slave. Eventually the consensus reached was that sex with slaves wasn't considered cheating, even if that consensus was heavily pushed by the male population. Women responded to this in multiple ways. Some resented slaves for the fact that they felt inadequate to those forced to bare themselves and offer any sexual services ordered of them. Others hired or bought slaves to do housework and satisfy whatever sexual perversions their husbands had so they could continue to make love while the slave got tied up and/or anally screwed. The wrangler couldn't believe how well this girl was sucking his cock. He couldn't get enough. It was rare that he ever felt like this and he did feel slightly like he was cheating. But he was never going to cut this blowjob short.

It seemed he didn't have much of a choice though, because minutes after Cassie started bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, he felt his seed bubbling and ready to shoot. Cassie sensed it too, and after a few more bobs up and down, she pulled back leaving just the first inch or two in her mouth, and swirled her mouth and tongue around the increasingly-sensitive head. She didn't have to wait long until she felt his cock tense, and the first stream of cum shot into her mouth as she formed a seal around the shaft. She looked up into the camera again, and he looked into the screen, and as they locked eyes virtually his cock spurted load after load of cum into her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue around the head as the spurts diminished, feeling the cum in her mouth as she did so.

The wrangler savoured the moment of her sucking his cock for another half a minute, then pulled out and walked away before his place was quickly filled by the photographer who was holding a photo camera.

"Look up, hands behind your back, mouth open and tongue out", the photographer ordered. Unable to reply, she quickly did as he ordered and opened her mouth to reveal a tongue covered in cum. She heard multiple clicks of the camera, and then she was ordered to swallow, which she was eager to do, not wanting to feel like a cheap whore for a moment longer than necessary.

"That was great, Ninety Five", the wrangler smiled at her as he put his cock away and fixed his trousers.

"Thank you master, I live to suck your huge cock", she replied, shocked to have added the slave mantra instinctively.

"Come on then you two" he barked, and he held out a hand to help Cassie up before leading her to the door, Sophie's wrangler doing the same.

As she walked up to where Sophie was standing, she felt a deep shame. Like her friend was judging her for being a total slut. She wasn't, of course; Sophie was amazed at the skill she'd shown, and thought she was way braver than she could ever be to decide to do that and also perform like she did.

Back in the main room, they were finally led to the exit, just as another girl was being led into the same room they were in. As they walked through the exit and through yet another corridor, Cassie noticed the wrangler's hand between her ass cheeks was way more adventurous than before, using his thumb to rub her asshole while his other fingers explored her pussy. She couldn't do anything to stop him, nor did she have any huge desire to, so she just let him explore her body as they walked. She also noticed the faint lingering taste of his cum in her mouth, as well as a small amount on the corner of her mouth which she attempted and mostly succeeded to lick away.

The next destination was what looked like a large medical facility, with all sorts of equipment and medical furniture. There were multiple people wearing smart clothes and stethoscopes, doctors clearly, most of them attending to the many naked girls occupying the room. Cassie and Sophie were separated, and Cassie soon found herself brought to the desk of a man busy filling out paperwork.

"Hey Doc, got another one for you"

"Cheers Henry, just leave her there while I finish up with this"

"Ok no problem, enjoy"

Cassie finally knew the name of the man she'd sucked off and swallowed the jism of, but she had no idea what he meant by 'enjoy'. She stood in front of the doc's desk, arms behind her back and tits pushed out, while she watched him finish up his paperwork and input some details onto his computer. A quick glance at the screen showed pictures of a girl posing, clearly taken in the photo booth, and she recognised her as the girl who was kneeling next to her in the lobby. Without saying a word, he quickly rose from his swivel chair and reached over to inspect her collar, before entering the numbers into the database. It was small gestures like this that made her feel less human and more like livestock, though she knew everything about this place was designed to elicit that feeling. As he hit enter on his keyboard, the screen loaded up her details, alongside pictures of her posing nude and a close up of her spread cheeks and holes. She didn't know what to think as she watched him studying the photos, as she had already lost what felt like all her dignity and she felt no more room for embarrassment or shame.

"Ok zero zero nine five, come round the desk here and Present facing me"

She quickly did as he asked, and remaining in his chair he took in the sight before him and looked her up and down. His eyes seemed to penetrate into her soul, and she could only wonder what it was he was looking for as he studied her nude form. He then picked up a clipboard and pen.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer them as truthfully as possible."

He first rattled off a bunch of questions relating to health in the family such as epilepsy, heart conditions etc., before moving on to much more personal questions.

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, master"

"When was the last time you engaged in sexual intercourse?"

"About 4 months ago, master"

"Have you ever had anal intercourse?"

"No, master"

"Do you masturbate?"

"Yes, master"

"How frequently?"

"About once a day" she answered, blushing

"Have you engaged in slave roleplay in the past?"

She blushed again, "Yes, master"

"Ever in public?"

"No, master"

"Ok Present facing away from me"

She quickly turned round, and she studied the room in front of her as the doctor inspected her behind. She took in the other nude girls all going through the same process, and noticed Sophie also facing out towards the room, and they locked eyes and gave each other reassuring smiles.

"Face me again. You can relax your arms"

She turned round again, arms by her sides, and he rose from his chair. He then started to use his hands to poke and prod all over her body. Not in a way that seemed sexual for his own gratification, but in a purely medical and professional way. He felt around her neck, armpits, massaged every part of her breasts with his fingers, then felt down her stomach. He then put the cold stethoscope to her chest and listened while ordering her when to breathe in and out. He then pulled out a blood pressure machine and wrapped it around her arm. While the band inflated and took its readings he grabbed a torch and after ordering her to open wide, he shone it inside her mouth, using his fingers to pull her lips to the side.

"Ok everything looks fine so far. Bend over the desk, placing your feet on the markers below"

As she did what he asked, she noticed the markers which were roughly a metre apart, and realised how exposed this would make her as she spread her legs. She then bent over the table and heard the unsettling sound of nitrile gloves being snapped onto his hands. A moment later, she felt his hands fondling her pussy, one hand on her clit while a couple more prodded at her opening. She felt her pussy starting to get wet, against her wishes, but this appeared to be the doctor's intentions as he seemed satisfied. He removed his hands from her, and then she suddenly cringed and tensed up as she felt a cold, lubricated finger rubbing her anus. She took deep breaths as she prepared herself for the inevitable invasion, and focused on relaxing her body and betraying her body's instinct to tense up and stop his finger at all costs. He rubbed more lubricant on, applied some light pressure with his index finger, and she felt her asshole gradually open up as the tip of his finger entered her. "So far so good" she thought to herself, and soon she felt more of his finger pushed into her. She soon had the whole length of his finger in her ass, and she felt him gliding it back and forth. It didn't hurt but it felt strange to her, and she certainly couldn't see the sexual appeal of it. She gathered that he was most likely judging her reaction to being anally penetrated, and wanting a good grade, she started to let out a small moan as if she was loving it, and started pushing back ever so slightly to match the thrusts of his hand. She was even starting to convince herself she was into it.

After a minute of having her ass finger-fucked by the doctor, he finally pulled out of her, wiped away the visible lube with a cloth and allowed her to stand.

"Everything seems in order, she's ready" he said, beckoning Henry back over while discarding his gloves.

Henry the wrangler then led her to the next exit. "Ready for what?" she thought.

The naked pair then arrived at a dark room. There were four naked girls all knelt in a line in the centre of the room, and Cassie noticed that they all had a hand between their legs rubbing themselves, some with their other hand playing with their breasts. After observing the room further she noticed huge boxes of equipment which reminded her of the backstage of her school's assembly hall. She then heard the distant sound of a speaker calling out slave positions, and as she turned her eyes to look in the direction of the sound she saw a side-view of a stage occupied by eight naked girls contorting themselves under bright spotlights. That confirmed to her that backstage was exactly where they were, and a nervousness built up inside her just like she was about to go out and perform a school play, except this time the nervousness was for a completely different reason and ten times worse.

Henry led her over to the other girls and gently whispered in her ear.

"Ok kneel here in the line and listen to the instructions of the man holding the clipboard. It's advised that you play with yourself to heighten your arousal and score higher marks."

"Yes master" she replied back softly.

"Break a leg" he joked as he playfully slapped her ass, and she took her position in line with the other girls quickly followed by Sophie on her left. She was reluctant to start pleasuring herself, lest she be seen as some wanton slut enjoying the whole experience, but she quickly realised not pleasuring herself would cause her to stand out. Besides, she thought to herself with the still-lingering taste of semen in her mouth, it's not exactly the sluttiest thing she had done today. As she slowly moved her hand to her pussy, she noticed her friend, equally hesitant, reach for her own. The two teenagers, who just hours ago were standing next to each other on a busy train flicking through their phones, were now kneeling naked and collared next to each other flicking their clits. As the girls masturbated, the sound of the crowd they would soon be exhibited in front of was flooding their ears.

In the corner of her eye she noticed Henry staring at her, and her legs unconsciously opened slightly wider as she realised the show she was putting on for him. She knew to perform well on the stage she'd have to induce a sort of "slave mind" in herself, and she tried to imagine Henry buying her and taking her home to be his personal pleasure slut. She pictured him coming home from work, her kneeling naked offering herself and him taking her in any way he wants. Him making sweet love to her, fucking her tenderly as they both crescendo to orgasm, but she also pictured him facefucking her and covering her face and body with his cum, as would be his right. The fact that the taste of his cum still lingered in her mouth made the imagery all the more stronger in her mind. With her left hand she rubbed her tits, imagining feeling them covered in his cum as she rubbed it in, and as she did this she looked straight at him. It was then that she noticed the tent that had formed in his pants, impressive given how recently it was that she serviced his cock. She felt herself getting close to cumming, and not wanting to embarrass herself she held back the best she could.

Whilst Cassie was in the midst of a sexual frenzy, she didn't notice two new girls had joined the masturbating group, and soon the man with the clipboard was frantically grabbing each girl's collar, checking her slave number, and jotting something down on his sheet.

"Ok sluts, it's show time. Stand up and present"

The six girls all rose, placed their hands behind their necks and spread their legs for the man's inspection. He then crudely checked over each girl one by one. A quick grab of the collar to check it was fastened on properly and tight, a grope of both tits and both ass cheeks, before bending down and spreading the cheeks to check inbetween. then a rub of each girl's pussy to check her wetness before making the girl suck his fingers clean. Cassie had gotten herself so slave-crazed that she barely even registered what he was doing to her. When he was done with all six girls he gave a thumbs up signal out towards the stage area and had the girls turn 90 degrees right to face the stage.

"There are six marked Xs on the stage, I'm sure you're all smart enough to figure out which one is yours. Now, slut at the front, when I count down to zero, I want you to walk proudly and shamelessly to the furthest marker. To the other sluts, follow the girl in front of you until you reach your mark. Once you reach your mark, turn to face the crowd and present, showing everyone that lovely body of yours that I know you all love to do."

Cassie didn't feel any nerves inside her anymore, they had completely been overtaken by her horny slave brain. It was a weird feeling for her. She wasn't 'stupid', like slaves experiencing slave-mind were made out to be. She was aware of everything she was doing and the fact that she's Cassie Gallacher, a free girl being slave graded for university, not an enslaved unnamed pleasure slut bound for a life of sexual use. But she'd apparently lost any sort of inhibitions about being naked and displaying herself like a slave. The best way she could think to describe it was the tipsy feeling of drinking 3-4 pints. She looked ahead, and saw the man counting down on his fingers, and then suddenly the line of slave girls started moving one-by-one, until it was her turn, followed by Sophie behind her, and the two other girls.

As she stepped out onto the stage, she felt the wood beneath her warm on her feet, almost burning. The floor was being heated by six blinding spotlights above, and as she stopped on her spot, turned, and presented to the crowd, she realised she was now proudly standing stark naked in front of a crowd of about 250 people. All eyes were on the six girls on stage. In front of each of them there was also a camera live streaming the event.

A man on the stage behind a podium suddenly started speaking into a microphone. "Here are six more lovely ladies. You will see the details of all of them on your tablet devices now". As he said this Cassie saw lots of tablet screens suddenly spring to life.

For the next five minutes, the man behind the podium ordered them into many different positions for the viewing audience's pleasure, with raised murmurs from the crowd every time they showed something new. Many members of the crowd were busy talking on phones to their bosses, clearly tasked with procuring slaves for their many different ventures. While the girls were all turned around displaying their holes to the crowd, the man announced "please feel free to enter your preliminary bids now". Cassie was too horny to think about how humiliating and degrading this all was, instead only focused on making sure her bids were as high as possible. Any shyness was bound to lower her bids so she spread her cheeks wide and proudly, holding her posture confidently and unwaveringly. For Sophie however, keeping her cheeks spread for the audience was just a matter of not standing out from the rest. Although she had managed to get herself into a horny state, she was nowhere near as far-gone as her friend.

After an excruciatingly long five minutes, the show was brought to a close and the girls were ordered backstage, the opposite way to the one they entered from. They were given a moment to cool down from the bright lights, then marched as a group through to a huge room which looked like an art gallery. Except instead of art, poles protruded down from the ceiling, and attached to the bottoms of some of those poles were the collars of naked girls standing stoically with their hands behind their backs. Cassie and Sophie were both marched over to two vacant poles opposite each other in a walkway, and each had a wrangler attach their collar to the pole then cuff their hands behind their backs, immobilising them.

Cassie's wrangler then spoke to her sternly. "You are now under a strictly no speaking policy. You will now be left for public display for a period of at least two hours. People are allowed to touch you but there are people watching to make sure nobody does anything against the rules. Enjoy."

They were then left alone, for the next 10 minutes all they could do was stand and contemplate their situation. It was a moment to try and mentally relax from what had been the most overwhelming, shameful and degrading experience of their lives. It was also the first time they were able to look at each other properly without being goosed around by wranglers. They gave each other a warm smile, which they both found comforting. But what they really wanted to do right now was give each other a hug.

Eventually the serenity was broken when members of the public quickly started to flood the gallery, and the corridor with lines of slave girls was now full with people walking around each one inspecting the goods. Cassie couldn't keep track of the number of hands which had grabbed a tit or an ass cheek. The amount of times her pussy was grabbed and her clit played with, or her asshole teased. Some who were handsy for too long would be asked to move on by staff. And many different types of people felt her up. Many of the gropers were who she expected; Young men who were horny feeling up girls for fun. But there were also a lot of pensioners, both men and women. Although the crowd was mostly men, Cassie was surprised how many women there were, and how handsy they were with her. Even girls her own age were feeling her up.

Many would make comments like "You were made for the collar", "I bet you do this every week to get felt up", "Look how wet she is she loves this". She was unable to respond to them, and even if she could it would only make it worse for her. It was better to shut up and brunt their comments and their exploring hands. She was constantly having her clit rubbed but they stopped before she neared orgasm, and a frustration slowly built up in her as she was desperate to cum. Maybe she was a slut like they said. She looked up towards Sophie who was receiving similar treatment, and as they locked eyes they were able to comfort each other again. Soon they would be out of here and never have to do this again.

 

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After a long hour of being a public exhibit, the crowds started to disperse until it was empty again, before quickly filling with a smaller, well dressed crowd. From the tablets in their hands Cassie guessed it was the people who were in the crowd during her stage show. They then started to walk around, inspecting the naked girls before them, and Cassie suddenly had two men groping her tits and ass. Although this group was less handsy and crass than the public group, it was somehow worse. While the public seemed happy to get their hands on hot naked girls, the way these men inspected them seemed sinister and calculated. Deep thought went into every grope, the way they bent down, groped her ass cheeks and spread them seemed almost scientific. She felt like every possible flaw with her body was being examined in excruciating detail. They would look at her in deep thought before typing things into their tablet; She had no idea what they were typing. Every time someone reached between her legs she consciously made a show of opening her legs wider for them, wanting to seem as eager a slut as possible. When they would then write something on their tablet she hoped it was good.

Before she knew it, the crowd again started to disperse, and she soon found herself being released from the pole, as was Sophie. Their hands remained bound behind their backs but they were marched together out of the gallery. It was at this point that they realised how stiff their legs were from standing in the same spot for so long.

after sometime another slave wrangler came and unhooked Cassie . he then led her by her asscrack into a corridor , she looked back to sea sophie , little did she skonw it was the last time shed see her .
after walking for agood 15 minutes cassie was in a well lit room , there was a police officer and a judge. cassies heart started to race , just then the judge said " Cassie Gallacher , have you been part of the feminist society of england ? Cassie replied " Yes master " , did you partake in protests against the government as part of said society ?" he continued , Yes master " cassie replied " , were some mebers of that protest involved in bombing the Central slave database building ? " cassie was shocked , no master , i did not bomb any place , As soon as she said this a shock travelled through her collar AHHHHH ! she screamed , answer what youre asked slut ! the wrangler barked , Yes maybe , i dont know ! , the judge said " hence , Cassie gallacher admits to bieng a member of a trrorist organization and of committing sedition against the state . As such I sentence her to lifelong slavery , I hereby suspend all her rights of a free woman , and also her rights of a debt slave to not be sold outside the state . The court is dismissed . cahty began to cry frantically , just then a wrangler grabbed her by the hair while she was still sobbing a dragged her out into the corridor , she was then pulled for atlest 5 more minutes until they reached a dark and dingy room , there her handcuffs were put on a hook abover her head , exposing her tits , torso and armpits then the man brought a leather whip and said " for hysteria and speaking out of turn " slave , 096 i punish you to 50 lashes .. he started whipping as the whip cracked on her arse AHHHHH she shouted as sweat flew off her body . this ordeal continued 50 more times ,in the end her arse was red and numb and she nearly fainted , then the wrangler unhooker her , and barked COLLAR !she pulled up her hair with one hand as the wrangler changed her collar to one wihtout a red lining signifying that she now was a real slave girl , permanently wihtout any rights for the rest of her life , even worse this one had an orang tag sewed in whidh signified her status as a judicial slave , those with absolutuely no rights . all this while news had reached her parents through vivian , they told her that they would get the best solicitor in the country to bail her out but vivvian assured that a sentence of judicial slavery in heinous crimes cannot be appealed or overturned , they are permanent , a fact that was echoed by the 3 dozen other solisitors they spoke to , crying and howling they accepted by the ned of the day that their daughter was gone forever .Meanwhile back at the slave grading center , susan was made to skneel in present position in the main lobby . bieng seen naked by everyone was the least of her worries now , this was her new reality .shed probably never wear respecable clothes again in her life , suddenly a wrangler came and said " slave 0096 " YES MASTER cassie replied , you have been graded B and assigned the pussyhouse whore academy glasgow for youre training . this was the biggest shock of her life . the same girl that as going to study english at a presitigoius red brick university was now going to be trained asa whore and a slave at the most notorioius and brutal slave academy in all of Britain ., the wrangler ordred her to get up and put her in a crate which was then put inside a cargo train to glasgow .

 

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after 3 hours her crate was cracked open , a wrangler dragged her by her collar out of the crate and guided her by her ass crack into a crowd of a few hundred other girls .. suddenly an announcer said over the PA " Welcome , slaves , you are our newest intake , you will spend the next 3 years learning how to be the perfect sex slave for youre masters . she went through the regular slut wash and medical checkup next , then she was lead down a dark alley with 10 more girls into a room , in the room there was a bench with straps and a boiling furnace and 3 very large and tall men , IT WAS A BRANDING STATIOn , cassie nearly wet herself , when she suddenly head SLAVE 096 ! she was practically pushed into the bench and had her hands tied , as she pushed down on her teeth , a man branded her hip " a tramp stamp " AHHHHHH she screamed as tears rolled down her eyes , then she was turned around , now her pussy mound would be branded , this really scared she tried to flinch but a shock from the collar put her in place , suddenly the man branded her mound She screamed like it was the end of the world , t this was the most painful experience of her life , finally her collar bone was branded . all three had a R code and a logo of the pussyhouse logo . she was then guided by her wrangler despite nearly fainiting to her new house , a 10 by 10 cell which she shared with 5 other girls .

the next day morning she was woken up by a pack of dogs , all the girls in her block numbering around 100 were lined up and taken for a slut wash after the regular wash they were given breakfast , a nutritious but distatsful concoction that they had to eath with htheir hand tied behind their backs from a dog bowl . after that her lessons began , for the first 3 hours she was taught foreign languages ( ussualy spanish , arabic , french , chinese and japanese ) , then was the blowjob classes , all the girls were lined up and made to stand in front of plastic dildos all around 10 inches to 5 inches in length , then they were taught how to kiss , suck , lick and deepthroat each dick , then the lessons were repeated on wranglers , any mistakes like using teeth or not swallowing would be punished with intensive whipping and shocks , then they had to partake in anal lessons . each girl was tied up to a fuckmachine and anally fucked untill she could perfectly take dick up her arse . then their were dance lessons , which ranged from traditional stripping on a pole to belly dancing , over the years cassie learnt perfectly every erotic dance form . then there were serving lessons were the girls were taught the proper ettiquete of serving food and drinks in parties and even bieng furtiture for the guests .and finally the least enjoyable ,the pain tolerance lessons were each girl is subjected to all forms of pain and tortre from wipping to nipple clamps , electroshock , water torture and bondage . if someone failed to succeed in their daily tasks , they would be sent to the BASEMENT which was a room full of all sorts of torture devices fora week if they fialed their term exams theyd be sent for a month . cassie was sent only thrice , each time bieng shocked in her nipples while bieng submerged in water all night . they were her most painful experiences . By the end of the three years , cassie had become a proper slave . infact she had forgotten her real name now she was mereley slave 096 , she had no more shyness left and was willing to blow off anyone and present herself in public without any hesitation

 

[masterblaster1405]

After the graduating ceremony which included bieng paraded naked and bieng groped by and giving blowjobs to 30 men , Cassie was then loaded inside a crate which had a bottle of water and a dildo in int and locked . salves where usually transported by freight trains . after a long and ardous journey where she starved and had only a dildo to entertain herself causing her to cum multiple times they landed . her crate was unloaded and put on a truck , after 15 minutes the crate was unlocked and a slave wrangler slapped her to awaken her then attacked a leash and roughly dragged her out of the crate . When she saw the sign " NEWCASTLE SLAVE AUCTION HOUSE , COMMERCIAL LOT " she was shocked . she was nowhere else but her OWN hometown , and not just that since she was a judicial slave and graded B she was for commercial use only , which meant shed become a whore . the thought of her friends and family finding out horrified her . The wrangler dragged her to slut wash , which she had now become totally accustommed to , she had her hair washed by the industrial shampoo , got an enema which again she had become accustommed to and was groped plentifully by the boys who were doing it ,, she felt a sigh of relief that she hadnt met anyone that she knew till now After some time the wrangler took her to her destination a back room behind a stage . PESENT SLAVE ! he commanded , sussie put her hands behind her neck and stuck her tongue out showing her now enlarged tits and pierced tongue . after some time all the girls were made to go up on the stage . an announcer shouted " SLAVES PRESENT " cassie and the others repeated their pose , NOW DISPLAY ! cassie turned behind and spead her cheeks and twerked a bit , KNEEL ! they all fell on their knees , PRESENT , DISPLAY , TROPHY these poses continues a good 30 minutes , after that the customers were allowed to " asses " the slaves , hundred of people groped her breast , fingered her pussy and made her suck them off but by now cassie was used to this . after that the bidding started
Slave 1506330095 , Judicial slave , 5'1 , green eyes , natturally red hair , bust 36 DD , artifically enarged , waist 26 hips 38 , hair permanently removed except landing strip near vagina . experienced in cocksucking ,strip dancing , anal , double , triple and quadruple penetration and watersports . speaks english arabic and french , large pussy lips , pain tolerance of ten , clear shiny and soft skin. graded for speciality whore , dancer , pornstar and part pet services . Bid starts at 30000 pounds . never in her life had cassie expected to be described like this . the bids continued for 15 minuts 45,000 , 50,000 untill one guy shouted 125,000 ! . the auctionaeer said 125,001 125,002 SOLD to SLUTS RU ! . sluts RU was a notorious pimping company that used slavery for everything from luxury brothels to porn companies to public pillory fucktoys . Cassies new life of a whore was just about to begin

 

[masterblaster1405]

after some time the wrangler pulled her from the podium and took her to a branding station . they tied her to the mount and branded her ass with a seal SLUTS RU then the wrangler dragged her and put her in a car , with three other cars , the cars travelled through downtown , all the places she used to visit and entered the shady part of town , where she never dared to visit , in front of large building , she was dragged out of the car and make to kneel in present . then a tall black man came in . he was about 6'4 , looked middle aged and had a gold teeth , he was very strong . he started talking " welcome slave 1506330095 " we have acquired you to join our stable of hoes . from today youre name is Sugar . by day youll shoot porn scens and by night three days as a stripper at the hard cock cafe 3 days in the pleasure city brothel , and one day as a freeuse pillory slut . apart from this excercise and body treatments . you work from 7 to 2 and from 9 to 6 in the morning . you will adress me as Daddy . AM I CLEAR SUGAR ! Yess daddy ! she was then given a tiny latex tube top which barely covered her tits and an extremely iny shorts that barely covered her ass . 4 years back she wouldnt even dream of wearing this but now , this was more clothes and more modesty than she was given for the past 3 years . her old collar was also replaced by a pink fur colour

 

[lordstar]

masterblaster1405 can you write stories on actress,as i have read your stories in another forum with pics and gif those stories are very good.if you are interested you can write on actress please.