CHAPTER TWO
Kate didn’t really decide to be a slave; she just did as she was told, the idea of being free had not yet re-entered her mind, this was her life. With housework it was easy, but sexual demands were harder for her to bear. When the son came home, he liked seeing the new slave, Liz had been strong willed and too much like a free woman, no wonder she got into trouble.
The son, Tod, ordered Kate to follow him to his bedroom and had her climb on him. She lowered herself on him and felt the semi-erect cock enter her vagina. As Kate was bobbing on young master’s cock, she wasn’t happy being compelled into pleasuring him, but she was a slave so she had no choice. He started playing with her breasts and pulled her towards him, he was not a much better lover than his father, though he partly made up with it with enthusiasm. Very soon Kate felt his warm cum enter her and when she also felt ready to orgasm, she remembered to say, “Please my I cum master.” And after she got permission, she felt the pleasure flow through her. He had her clean him with her mouth, which she found unpleasant, then he left, telling her to clean his room and make his bed.
Kate helped with supper; mistress did the cooking but the slave did prep work and set the table. She found herself eating on the floor using a plastic plate divided into three parts and plastic utensils. Afterwards she did all the cleaning up, and found herself with nothing to do while the family watch TV.
That night Kate had to pleasure Master Davin, sucking his cock till hard, then he climbed on her and pushed inside her. He wanted her to be his slave, to keep her broken, but all he could only come up with was, “You’re a natural at this.” “Just do as your told and you’ll be happy.”.
The wife looked over and mocked Kate, “After this you won’t be able to hide that you’re a slave, you’re just a fuck toy now.” When Kate found herself feeling another orgasm she asked permission, then she was ordered to pleasure her mistress, but Kate had no experience doing that. She tried to do what she though she would like but still found mistress telling her what to do and slapping her when she was slow on the uptake.
There was a cot at the end of the master’s bed, and there Kate had a fitful sleep. There were images of people and places her subconscious knew, and it confused her. She didn’t really know who she was, beyond people kept calling her ‘Kate’ but the name didn’t seem right. All she knew was that she was a slave.
Kate was up before anyone else; her body rhythms were still accustomed to someone who had grown up on a ranch with its early mornings. When she had been in school, there were chores to do before school. But now she had none and wasn’t sure what to do. She looked out the window and saw the barn, which stirred something in her, a long familiarity of being inside them, almost a home.
Kate heard her name called out from upstairs, and she arrived was instructed it was her duty to pleasure her master orally as part of his waking up. She wasn’t an experienced cocksucker, she just gave him a lazy blowjob, licking and sucking on his member, which was really all he needed.
With his wife at home Master Davis dove into town to retrieve his other slave. Before they got in the car, he informed Liz that Amy was at the home as a slave, temporarily, for now, and he had renamed her Kate. Liz was happy to have a sister slave and hoped she could stay. When they got home Liz gave Kate a big hug, “Thank you for helping me sister.” Kate saw the marks on Liz’s back and took her too the bathroom to put some ointment to sooth the pain and help it heal better.
Kate was at first confused and then had a memory of this woman laying on a couch while she tried to calm her. There was a feeling of familiarity in the memory, someplace that seemed to say home. Again, she tried to speak but only croaks emitted from her mouth. There were feelings and memories that seems just out of reach. Her identity was in flux, she was naked, she had a collar, she was expected to obey; she knew this meant she was a slave. But what was she before, how did she become a slave, why couldn’t she remember? Then there was a thought, should she remember, was it important, shouldn’t she just accept her life?
Mistress Ellen Davin, was sour on both slaves, the first one for being so disobedient and the second for being so good looking and it made her feel like she was being outnumbered and replaced. She didn’t like the idea of her husband having pleasure slaves, their sex life was sparse, which was mostly because of her, but she was still jealous of them. When she was young slave grades were not needed for women for non-slave matters. In much of Western Canada, it still wasn’t but in the outside world it was increasingly needed. She had never even been chipped, a lack of which was increasingly something officialdom would question her about. Luckily, she was now past the age that slavery was not an issue.
She decided that this new slave should be properly disciplined. The fact that Kate was supposed to be a temporary slave was of no consequence to her. They had a slave whip stashed away somewhere, something they though they would need but it was never used by her husband, and he wasn’t here. She ordered Kate to follow her to the basement where she tied her hands above her head and to a ring that dangled from a strong chain. Kate was scared at what was happening but only moderate noise came from her mouth.
I’m going to make sure you won’t be a problem like Liz has been. She pulled back the whip and swung it around till it landed with a satisfying WACK against the slaves back.
Kate felt an explosion of pain on her back and tried to scream, but all that came out was a louder croak than before. She squirmed and tried to get away but she couldn’t. Then another blast of the whip exploded on her back and Kate tried to cry out but this time a loud growl like sound emerged. THREE…FOUR…FIVE times she was whacked, her legs gave out by the fourth and she peed herself on the next hit.
Mistress Ellen was positively enjoying herself. The sound of the whip hitting the slave, seeing the fear and pain on her face, she needed this almost as much as the slave deserved this (in her mind). One more satisfying wallop of the whip and the slave was hanging lifeless from the rope. She wanted to mark her even more but they didn’t have a branding iron. Then she remembered there were temporary generic slave tattoos in a drawer, she fond them and slapped on Kate’s ass. Mistress was so turned on she went to her bedroom and made Liz pleasure her, leaving Kate to hang unconscious in the basement.
Liz carried out her duties to her mistress with a mixture of anger and sadness, crying throughout her efforts to pleasure Mistress Davin. Mistress came quickly, having become so aroused whipping her slave it didn’t take much to orgasm. After a few minutes of enjoying her afterglow, she ordered Liz to cut Kate down.
Liz rushed down to rescue her sister, telling her as she cradled her in her arms, “I’m here I’ll save you. I’ll help you feel better.” When Kate regained conscious, she cried and gave low guttural moans as Liz put ointment on her back. Liz brought down Kate’s air mattress for her to lie on in the basement. Liz held Kate’s hand for a while until mistress called for her to do her chores.
For Kate this was of course a traumatic experience. It reinforced the demands of being an obedient slave. But it also made her angry, she didn’t’ do anything to deserve this. She felt like something was calling from deep inside her trying to get out. She didn’t understand what it was trying to say. And she didn’t know if she should listen to it.
The two slave girls made supper and “This is better than slave chow, I had to eat before I was sold.” When Kate looked at her with a questioning look, she answered, “Its basically dry dog food, formulated for humans. Its dry and has little taste.” Kate made a sour face at that and Liz giggled. “And don’t worry this house doesn’t have slave kennels and there are no slave cages. I sleep in a cot at the end of their bed, you’ll probably be given an air mattress or something” Kate didn’t know that would be something that happened to slave, she had seen a commercial for slave chow but hadn’t given it a thought.
Master Davin was furious when he came home and found out. “Don’t you remember she’s a temporary slave; she’s here for her own protection. In fact, her 48-hour enslavement is almost over. You’re not supposed to punish her. And now her voice is probably damaged from trying to yell, I have no Idea how long it will take to heal, if ever. We could be in a lot of trouble.” Noticing the slave tattoo, and being told it was temporary didn’t help his mood.
Mr. Davin insisted that his wife take Kate to a Slave Medical Clinic in Calgary to see what damage was done and have her treated. The Doctor examined Kate’s vocal cords and said she wouldn’t get her voice back now for five to seven days, and only if she received proper care. A prescription throat lozenge was prescribed and the both returned home, with Kate still suffering the effects of the whipping.
Mr. Davin called the municipal slave department and explained what happened. She checked the computer records and then took him to task, “Look, this woman isn’t even supposed to be naked and collared anymore. Her enslavement ended over an hour ago. And as for the whipping, your wife may have gotten herself into a lot of trouble. If this free woman chose to press charges your wife could end up enslaved.”
He asked what were his options. She explained, “This is tricky, you’ll have to talk to a lawyer who specialized in slave law. This is beyond a simple enslavement, I’m sorry but I can’t really help you.”
“So, what do I do with the girl?” He was starting to get worried.
“How is she acting?”
“She’s been an obedient slave; I think she’s confused about what she is. I gave her a new name and she just accepted it.”
“Yes, she was listed as possibly suffering from Sudden Enslavement Syndrome, but frankly that become a bit of a catch all term. From what you say she is definitely confused and right now may only think of herself as a slave. Well, the fact is that there is nothing stopping her from staying there and acting like a slave. But it does mean she can leave whenever she wants. But neither of you would have any legal protection, you don’t really own her and she isn’t protected by being your slave. If she does it long enough, a judge will enslave her, or if she stays for a year and a day, she’s automatically a slave, but here would have to be some documentation of that. Though if a woman has been living as a slave that long, she’d probably just agree to it. Unfortunately, there is no guarantee she won’t ‘wake up’ as it were.”
Mr. Davin knew the clerk was right, he needed legal advice on slave law. He called his lawyer, but he was unavailable, he asked the secretary if there was anyone at the firm specializing in slave law and was told that a Mrs. Fazio did work in slave law but she was in a meeting. Mr. Davin explained his predicament and asked when he could see his lawyer, Mr. Weber, or Mrs. Fazio quickly as he needed legal help now. She told him he could see him tomorrow morning so he made a appointment.
When his wife came home and told him what the doctor said, Mr. Davin became even more concerned. “This is even worse than I realized! She can’t just go back to her family with those whip marks a slave tattoo and no voice; there would be hell to pay.”
“What are you so worried about, she’s just a slave?” complained his wife.
“She was never fully a slave; it was limited and for her protection and that’s officially over now.”
“Well, she’s acting like a slave.” She responded defensively.
“For now, ya, what happens if her head clears up? What happens if her family finds out? Kate told me they were against slaves so we’ll get no cooperation from them. And how long will they accept the text messages from us? You could even be enslaved for this”
“They would not dare!” But inside she was scared. “Are you sure her family would not be happy to sell her to us?”
“I don’t think so, but I don’t know about the family. Do you know anything about Jack Bartlett, her grandfather, or anyone else in the family?”
“He is well regarded in the community but he isn’t politically active. I know of him through Valerie Stanton of Brier Ridge Stables. He’s a widow and I think Val is sweet on him, he has two granddaughters living with him. I think the slave is one of them.”
“Do you know Valerie Stanton well? Do you think she would help us?”
“I’ve done her some favors so she owes me. But I don’t know how much of her friendship with Mr. Bartlett might affect her wiliness to help us.”
“Maybe get in touch with her, see if she would help us but don’t mention Kate’s real name.”
“Well, it’s too late now to do anything today, I have to bring Kate to the lawyers office and we’ll see what out options are.”
The next morning both slaves were up before anyone else as slaves were expected to be up first. Liz came up to her, “You’re not fully slave naked; you have to shave your pubic hair.” And she led Kate by the hand to the bathroom. “You are nicely trimmed, that helps.” Liz smiled. Then she put some shaving cream on and slowly removed her pussy hair. Kate just stood there, obedient, the cool feeling of the razor cutting away at her free feelings.
When everyone was up Kate gave Young Master Davin a morning blowjob and Liz did the same for his father. Kate was starting to feel pleasure though giving oral sex, physically and emotionally, knowing that she was making someone happy. After which both slaves helped first the parents then the children get dressed for the day. The two slaves prepared breakfast and cleaned up afterwards. After which Mr. Davin announced he was taking Kate to Calgary to see his lawyer.
When they got there, both Mr. Weber, Mrs. Fazio and a clerk to take notes were waiting in a conference room. The ordered Kate to kneel on the floor while they talked. Mr. Weber looked over the documents and said, “I had our researchers inquire about her. “Real name Amy Fleming, age 18, a prime slave age. Father, Timothy Fleming, mother deceased, raised by her maternal Grandfather Jackson Bartlett. Finished high school, average student, not attending any post secondary institution. Has an excellent reputation as a kind of horse therapist.”
Then they were shown the Temporary Protective Enslavement order, and discussed the whipping and Kate’s reactions before and after. Mr. Davin also told him what he knew of the free Amy, and her background.
“She didn’t react like a free woman, she accepted it and ever complained to me about it. I only realized it when I saw the marks on her back and demanded my wife tell me what happened.” Explained the worried client.
Mr. Weber asked, “How has she been acting?”
“She’s been a very good and obedient slave actually, if untrained. I had been hoping to keep her.”
Mrs. Fazio decided to test the girl. “Slave, give this man,’ pointing to Mr. Weber, “A blow job.”
Kate crawled over and unzipped his pants. She carefully withdrew the penis, already slowly hardening and caressed it. Then she licked around the head, and felt it stiffen further. She ran her lips over the head, eliciting a response of, “Mmmm, nice.” She then let it slid slowly into her mouth, occasionally having her tongue caress it while inside. She started moving her head back and forth causing the cock to slid over her lips. Kate again experiences feeling of pleasure, feeling she was being a good slave. Soon he started jerking and his cum entered her mouth.
“A fairly good job of cock sucking for a free woman, but that would be a poor showing for a properly trained slave. She has obviously had no training, and that technique I recognize from basic slave training videos on YouTube.” Announced Mrs. Fazio. “On the other hand, she obeyed without any delay, as a good slave would.” She then turned to Mr. Davin, “Do you know if the slave can read and write.” He said he assumed so.
The dark haired, flat chested, female lawyer put a legal pad in front of Kate. “I want you to write down your name.” The girl wrote down, Kate, but then after a moment, a question mark. “Now write down what you are.” The slave girls wrote down ‘Slave’ but also, ‘Horse Healer’.
The attractive lady lawyer took away the pad and sat down again. “She definitely has not completely lost her free identity; I would wager its still submerged in her subconscious as a result of the shock of enslavement.”
“When we first took her to the Municipal Slave Office and asked to enslave her, she was not resisting, well not physically. And she was certainly confused, but she accepted her new slave name immediately. The clerk talked about Sudden Enslavement Syndrome.” Mr. Davin said to add to his defense.
Mrs. Fazio responded, “This isn’t necessarily Sudden Enslavement Syndrome, though that is a common diagnosis for woman in this situation. It could be, but there are unique responses from different women. And it could be some kind of Fugue State or some other Dissociative disorder.”
Mr. Weber chimed in, “Whatever her correct diagnosis is. It’s a side issue. We are here on legal questions, and your options.”
“Well, what are they?”
Mrs. Fazio listed them, “Well, options would be: ONE: Voluntary Enslavement, TWO: A parent or guardian agreeing to sell her, THREE: An extension of Protective Enslavement. FOUR: Judicial Enslavement. Those are the legal options, of course she can just stay as she is, but neither of you would have much in the way of legal protections I’m afraid.”
“So. she could leave in at any time?”
“Yes, and you could be found liable since she is emotionally debilitated and thus prone to suggestion. When she comes out of it, she could become very upset.”
“So, you think she will come out of it and remember who she really is?”
“You’d need a psychiatrist who specializes in slave psychology.”
“So, what should I do?”
Mrs. Fazio sat back, “I’m gave you the options but you should know more about them. Voluntary Enslavement would require Kate to agree to the enslavement. But that is impossible since she does not remember her real name and is thus unable to make legal decisions about herself.”
She continued, “As for the second option, from what you tell me I don’t think this is an option with her family. The third would require a magistrate and thus a hearing and her family would of course have to be informed, and we can guess what their stand would be. And that could lead to a lawsuit against you since they could claim it was an illegal enslavement.”
“But she didn’t resist, she let us take her to the slave department?” Mr. Davin became worried.
“True but then it can be argued she was being compelled under mental distress.” Mr. Davin was becoming worried.
“And of course, the last option has the same problem.” Mrs. Fazio gave a grim look, “Now there is a rarely used option, it is a form of protective enslavement, if you can find someone who both knows you and the slave, you can ask them to have her act as a custodian of the slave in leu of her family and they would authorize you to have a protective enslavement over her while they act as caretaker over the slave’s interests. It falls under the law of Standing Surety, but instead of a debt they ensure your compliance within the limits of the enslavement. And slave’s family does not have to be informed since someone else is looking after the slave’s interests.”
“I might have someone we can turn to, a Mrs. Valerie Stanton who owns Brier Ridge Stables.”
Both lawyers looked her up on their phones, pointing thing out to each other. Mr. Weber asked how well they knew her, and was told his wife knew her socially and there were on some committees together. When asked how well Mrs. Stanton knew the slave’s family, he said he didn’t know directly. The sister was a business woman and knew her, and the grandfather and her had a friendly relationship. They also told him that a magistrate would have to sign off on the agreement.
When he asked about how to handle Kate’s family, the lawyers told Mr. Davin they could not advise him about how to hide the slave’s status from her family, he would have to find someone else to do that.
Then Mr. Davin brought up his wife and what might happen to her.
Mr. Weber stepped in, “That would depend if Kate, her family or even the Municipal Slave Department may want charges filed. Your wife exceeded the provisions of the P.E., the girl may not have been a free woman, but she was not an unconditionally legal slave either, so it is some ambiguity. And the law will side with freedom over slavery in questionable cases.”
“So, what can I do then?” Mr. Davin asked with concern.
“Well, you might want to get your wife to agree to voluntary enslavement, there is a type called Free in Name Only or FINO for short. She’s your slave but doesn’t have to be treated like one.” The lady lawyer handed him a pamphlet, saying it would explain his options. “It would shield your wife from judicial punishment, which would probably mean enslavement and auction. It would show she has already been punished for her crime.”
“I doubt she would agree to that.” The nervous husband stated.
After this they went into more detail as to the paperwork and other procedures, ignoring Kate, still kneeling on the floor. Her mind perked up upon hearing the name ‘Amy’, it started to stir something inside her, feeling, a faint memory. She couldn’t quite grasp it yet, but it felt important.
They left after a couple of hours and returned home, and for Kate this was ‘home’, the only one she knew. He told his wife what the lawyers had said, when he mentioned the FINO she was outraged it was even suggested. The wife told him of her conversation with Valerie Stanton. She wanted to see Amy/Kate and see for herself. But otherwise, she seemed willing to help, for a price. She wanted the chairmanships that Mrs. Davin had on those committee they were both on.
“She said she would even help hiding Kate from her family, using the story that Kate had to fly to a friend’s farm to help with a group of horses. She would tell them there was a private plane waiting for Kate and she offered to go to the family and pick up clothes and accessories she would need. She also though up the idea of saying that Kate’s phone had broken so she would be out of easy communication.” Her husband agreed it sounded like a good plan.
They had sent Kate out to the barn, so she would not hear their discussion. They did not want to say anything that would bring back any memories.
When she reached the barn, the strong and distinct smell brought her to the horses, which filled her with happiness. As soon as she entered one of the stalls, she felt this is where she belonged. Strong emotions centered on horses opened up a deep well of knowledge and understanding. She knew she was a horse woman, not just a slave. She felt there was more than that, another identification just out of reach. But for now, she just rejoiced in her rediscovered love of horses. She took one of the horses out of the stall, stroking its side to calm the horse. She brought it out of the stall and started brushing it, an action that now felt natural, the now familiar actions soothing her anxiety.
Then she noticed there was someone else in the barn. She had discovered that the Davin’s had another, male slave. named Rey. He was a good six foot and muscular. Kate pointed to her mouth and made an action of zipping her mouth closed. He nodded with understanding, and slowly told her about himself.
He had an intellectual disability and could barely read, but he was gentle and friendly. He grew up on a farm but when his parents got too old, he was sold as a work slave. He cleaned the barn and lived in a small camping trailer behind the barn. He could cook for himself but wasn’t a fussy eater, the Davin’s giving him food that was left over but still good.
She wanted to tack up the horse and go for a tide, but realized she would have to ask permission, and she didn’t think mistress would give it. After brushing the horse, she left feeling that something missing had been found. She decided to return to the house, not sure what else to do.
The rest of the day went as usual, sexual service, cooking, cleaning and household chores. She found it fulfilling, making people happy by serving them, her sexual needs were fulfilled and she found gratification if giving her owners sexual pleasure. When she noticed the tattoo on her butt Kate went to Liz and pointed to it. Liz told her it was a mark of slavery, but it was a temporary. It seemed to reinforce Kate’s state of mind as a slave, she felt it was a low stress life, easy to do, and it made her happy.
The next day Valerie Stanton came over to see Amy/Kate. She asked the slave girl questions, who either wrote down the answers or indicated with her head her answer. She asked questions about how she was feeling, how did she like it here and so forth. Amy/Kate indicated she was happy here and felt fine. When she asked her name she wrote down “Kate?”, showing she was no longer certain of who she was. Asking about horses brought a long answer about her love and knowledge of horses, showing those memories had come back. The Valerie asked, “Do you know me?” Amy/Kate looked at her uncertainty. She stared at the older woman, trying to place her. Finally, she wrote down ‘I think so, you look familiar...who are you…do you know me?’
“Yes, I know you, I’m a friend of your grandfather’s.” Unfortunately, the Davin’s hadn’t stressed the need not to say too much about Amy’s real past.
Her inspection complete, she told the Davin’s she would agree to act as protector of Amy’s interests. She would come, unannounced, to see how the slave girl was doing and provide an excuse for her disappearance. She would even go and pick up clothes and other things that ‘Amy’ would need for her ‘trip’.
For Kate this vaguely familiar woman’s mention of her ‘grandfather’ sparked questions in her mind. How was her grandfather? What was he like? An image of a strong, weather-beaten face slowly formed. It wasn’t in focus yet, but she started having feelings of love and safety associated with the not yet clear vision in her mind.
They again took a trip into Calgary to meet with the same lawyers as before. Mrs. Stanton was informed of her legal duties; the Davin’s, the limits her enslavement. Which included Mrs. Stanton’s approval of any physical punishments, use by non family members, or travel outside the province. At the end of the meeting Mr. Davin went to work and mistress drove them home.
Kate returned to her new home again, and returned to her duties. The days went by filled with slave duties that seemed easily done. She would remember bits of her previous life, the name “Amy” meant something to her. She remembered a great deal about horses, not just riding them but healing them.
Slowly her voice returned. She was careful, trying to test her voice a couple of times a day. It was frustrating not being able to communicate properly. Though her owners didn’t seem to mind having had to deal with back talk from Liz.
Liz herself was finally accepting slavery, her anger abating and the memory of her whipping warning her against further disobedience. Even the whipping of Kate had shook her, knowing she could be next. She didn’t really understand why Kate, who she had known as Amy, was a slave here. She wasn’t the type one would expect to be sold by her family, or willingly entering slavery, but she performed her slave duties without any hesitance. Amy/Kate didn’t seem to show any joy either, it was more of a passive acceptance. Though Liz could see some satisfaction in her sister completing tasks, even sexual gratification in her pleasuring of her masters. She didn’t seem to be all there but maybe that was because she couldn’t talk.