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CHAPTER THREE

Any yes I did mostly copy/paste the barn gang bang from the original story

It took six days but finally Kate could talk almost normally. Her voice was a bit husky and she was told to avoid too much talking so as to make sure her throat healed completely. It made Kate feel so much better that she could talk again, Amy had never been a one to jabber on, so being careful in her speech was normal for her.
Master and Mistress were both relieved and concerned when Kate’s voice returned. Relieved that the damage had healed, concerned because with her voice back, she might remember more of her former self. Then how would she react to her situation, angry? Accepting? maybe become confused again?
As her voice returned, Liz reminded Master Tod Davin that he had gotten Kate to teach her about horses. Kate insisted that both of them should have at least sandals on, but sneakers would be better. They did have a few of Liz’s shoes and Amy took the runners she had arrived in.
They went to the barn and Kate led a horse to the corral, and said they were starting with the basics. “Horse’s can pick up your mood, you have to try to relax with them, and you have to approach them properly.” Amy instructed. She showed her to approach the horse so they could see her, keeping her movements slow. Then she had the nervous slave lead the horse by the lead line. When they went back to the barn Kate hooked the horse up so they could brush it. “This is important to the health of the horse.” And showed her how to groom the horse.
The horses were a little nervous around Liz, and the slave girl would call Kate ‘sister’. Kate asked about Liz’s tattoos, the girl had colorful flames on her left shoulder that took up the top half of her left upper arm. On her right arm was a picture of a heart and two sets on initials. “The one on my left arm is supposed to show my fiery personality. Lot good that did, just got me into trouble with the law and that’s why I’m a slave.” After a few moments she continued, “Damn tats made me Choice Minus, guess I’m lucky Master Tod was willing to take me. Otherwise, I’d be in a brothel or nursing home.”
Kate had been confused at what she said, she had heard the terms before in reference to slaves, but thought they were just colloquial expressions, “What do you mean by Choice Minus?”
“That’s how they rate you as a slave. The best is Prime, next Choice and then Select. They use meat terms to define us.”
Kate didn’t know what to think about that, “How are grades decided?”
“Slave are graded by certified graders, usually at a slave store or other slave places. They take your measurements, do blood tests, and look over your body giving points to every piece of you. You also get graded on how well you preform your slave positions on an auction block, that’s where you can improve your grade by training.” Kate didn’t know what to think about that. She was pretty sure she hadn’t been graded, and wondered why.
Over the next few days Kate attended to her slave duties. But she was more uncertain of herself now. There were flashes of her old life that confused her. She couldn’t really understand that had been her life, it seemed like someone else’s. She couldn’t remember how she had transitioned from being a free woman to being a slave. She knew she would have been a free woman at one time as there are no non-adult slaves, at least not legally.
All this caused her a great deal of confusion as well as anxiety. She wasn’t as cheerful as she should be when she served her masters and worried they would be disappointed with her. But she also felt satisfaction in doing her duties and was climaxing every time she served sexually. She was upset she wasn’t being a good slave, but she was also had increasing feelings of annoyance about her status. She tried her best to keep those feeling to herself, but her emotional ferment was causing her distress.
Kate was instructing Liz in how to ride a horse when Young Master Tod came home early, he brought three friends with him, which scared Kate. “We got off school early, and when they found out I had two slaves my friends insisted on trying you out. So, you’re going to be our fuck toys.”
The girls were made to kneel, and the guys lined up in front of them. first Tod and a friend approached. “Suck us!” He ordered. Both girls undid their pants and slid them down. Kate started with sucking just the head of Tod’s prick. He gave his approval and she continued with licking around it. She slowly let it slide in her mouth and continued to roll her tongue as it slid back and forth in her mouth. Again, the feeling of pleasure filled her. All of a sudden, he withdrew and Kate found her face being covered in his spunk. She was shocked, the cum irritated her eyes and she tried to wipe it away.
But as she tried another cock was pushed onto her mouth and started pumping. She just kneeled there as the cock oscillated in her mouth; the eighteen-year-old young man grabbed her head and started pushing it back in forth in rhythm to his thrusts. He was longer than Tod and Kate had to resist retching as he hit the back of her throat. He came quickly, then he also withdrew and ejaculated all over her hair.
Kate could see Liz receiving the same treatment, but before she could say anything another cock was thrust into her mouth. This one took longer to get hard, as he had already had his pleasure with Liz just a few minutes before. She was somehow enjoying herself, she just let the penises pound her mouth, they didn’t seem to care she that she actively pleasured them, she was just a breathing fleshlight. The dickhead was sliding his cock for several minutes when Kate decided to take over. She grabbed hold of his wang and started licking the head, feeling shivers from him as she did so, Liz having given some pointers to Kate. Soon she had her lips around the head and while her tongue teased the tip, she bobbed slowly and soon felt the cock become engorged. Then she teased the pecker gently with her teeth, hearing a “Oh shit!” from the young man. She finished up pleasuring him by rolling her tongue while it was in sliding in her mouth.
He also withdrew, and splattered her breasts with his cum. “Fuck that was the best I’ve had. Can I rent her?” Tod said he didn’t know, and didn’t care.
Kate now found her mouth filled with the pecker from the last of Tod’s friends. She found herself floating in bliss from a steady invasion of pricks, her mind had become listless, she was having problems thinking. As soon as he finished with her, he followed his friends and spread his ejaculate over her face. As for Kate, she just collapsed on the floor, her mind sluggish but happy.
As for the boys they sat around with a case of beer talking about the upcoming football season. Kate was sitting up after a bit, looking at her blank face they called her “slave stupid”. Liz was up and set about and cleaning up the beer cans when the guys went for another round. They bent the slaves over hay bales, then they pushed their cocks in their mouths to suck them till hard, with another behind them to fuck them in their pussies.
Kate would mindlessly suck each cock in turn and feel each cock enter her fuck hole and start pumping. She was running on automatic, not thinking or caring what was going on, barely even feeling the scratchy hay in her naked chest. Her body responded to the rough invasions on her pussy by flooding her with gratification. Each guy would deliver his load inside her two holes, and when they were done, she was sticky all over and leaking cum. Every fuck ended with an approved orgasm.
The guys looked down on the exhausted slaves and talked among themselves, “Now what ya wanna do… Shit I’m not gonna fuck for a month… These fuck pigs are used up now… Let go clean up and play Call of Duty… Fuck ya…”
The guys left to go to the house, leaving the slaves to recover. Rey came in to clean the stables, seeing the girl on the ground, he put a blanket on a hay bale, and sat them down on it. “You, OK?” he asked. The girls just grunted. “OK I’ll take you to the house and let you clean up.” He was strong and he lifted both girls by the arms and led them to the house. The boys were too immersed in their video game to notice them and they were brought to the master’s bedroom to use the bathroom there.
Kate finally saw herself in a full-length mirror and recoiled in horror. Her face and chest were covered in sticky cum, her hair was matted, and she was fouled with dirt and other stuff from the barn. She didn’t recognize this squalid creature. She turned around and saw the fake tattoo on her ass. Something broke in her, she remembered her name, her name was Amy. She could remember being a free woman, but she still couldn’t remember how she became a slave. All she knew, for now it had been drilled into her head, was that she was a slave with no more choices. How could she even go back to her old life, if she couldn’t remember it?
She now had a split mind. She was Kate, a slave with a new identity. But she was also Amy, a girl with a past even though that past was only a fuzzy memory. She also started to wonder why had she never been sent for slave training, been graded, or branded. She was thankful for the last part, she had memories of branding cattle back home and it look like it would be really painful if applies to a person, something Liz confirmed. She didn’t know why she had not asked questions about this before. Amy/Kate knew it was unacceptable for a slave to ask anything beyond simple questions. In fact, slaves should not even presume to meditate on their servitude. They exist to obey and serve. Thus Amy/Kate had simply did as she was told without thinking. But the fact that the combination of the missing pieces of her pre-slave life, along with the lack of training and marking confused her.
The days passed and Kate/Amy continued her service, and she even felt some enthusiasm, but not much skill. She felt trapped, and there was no escape. Her only source of happiness came from teaching Liz about horses, for here she was in her element. She continued with her instructions, showing how to tack up the horse properly, and then how to ride. They had permission to take the horses out and she felt ecstatic feeling the wind in her hair again.
Both of them also felt the additional pleasure of their sex griding against the bare saddle. This was not completely new to Kate/Amy, it was one of the hidden amusements of horse riding. It had never been like this; the layers of clothing had limited it to a gentle delight. Now she found herself climaxing, sometimes twice, on their rides. Liz had told her never to tell this to her master, for a slave’s orgasms belonged to him. Their fucking each other would also be considered unacceptable unless ordered to do so. It was good for slave to keep themselves aroused, or even arouse each other. That was because it keeps slaves ready to serve their masters. But bringing themselves to orgasm without permission could make your master punish you.

Amy’s memories slowly came back to her over those days. They came in bits and pieces, without a coherent narrative to understand the larger story. She could remember faces and names, but not put them together. They were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that she didn’t know how they fit together.
One day she was cleaning the house when she was hit with the memory of the car accident that had killed her mother and sent her to the hospital. She was overwhelmed with grief, like it had just happened. Liz rushed to comfort her and her Master came home and saw how she was feeling, held her close on his lap to show he cared and wanted her to feel better. That night pleasuring her master was so much easier, it made her almost ecstatic, Amy/Kate afterwards she felt contented.
The memory of her mother stayed with her, in by the next day Amy fully re-emerged and Kate receded to a memory. Amy was trying to reconcile her free past with her present slavery. She watched a SlaveTV show that discussed legal issues about slavery, and started to suspect she was not a legal slave. When Valerie Stanton came over to check on her, Amy asked about her status.
“You had a mental brake down at a slave department and you were enslaved until you got better.”
“But I’m OK now, doesn’t that mean I can leave?”
“Yes, in fact you could have left as soon as you could express your wishes.”
“I didn’t know that, no one said anything like that to me.” Amy could feel a door opening to freedom. But could she step through?
“What are you thinking Amy. Do you want to leave, do you have the fortitude to leave slavery after being one for so long?”
“I didn’t know I could leave, I thought I was a slave and had no choice.”
“So, you thought of yourself as a slave? Does that not mean you are really one?”
“I thought I was a slave because everyone told me I was and I was confused. But now I know I don’t have to be.” Amy’s defense felt a little weak, even to herself.
Valerie looked at her and thought about what she should do. Finally, she suggested “I have an idea, there is an option called Free in Name Only, FINO for short, someone has you as a slave without necessarily treating you as one. It would protect you from anyone else trying to take or sell you. Now its usually done by a parent or spouse but I know that your grandfather Jack would never do it or allow your father Tim to do it either, so I am going to suggest myself as your owner.”
Amy wasn’t’ sure of the idea, so Mrs. Stanton offered to return with the appropriate information so Amy could make a decision. That night Amy told Master Davin she wanted to be called Amy, not Kate and that she wanted to leave. However, she informed him of this while she was riding on top of with a nice slow rhythm.
Master Davin of course questioned her commitment to leaving. “You say you want to leave but here you are pleasuring me as a slave.”
“I know, I have been your slave, no one told me I wasn’t a legal slave and could leave if I wanted to.” Amy speeded up her rhythm giving both more pleasure to both of them. “But until I actually leave, I feel I have to keep preforming my duties.” Amy didn’t want to admit to any feelings of uncertainty, she was scared of leaving, she was worried about her family asking questions about her absence. There was a certain feeling of safety, almost like a soft warm blanket. She even regretted leaving Kate behind, the calm of a mindless slave, no worries, no serious thoughts.
“Was it that bad? You seemed to be willing and even happy here; you never made any trouble. I was good to you and you still got to be with horses.” As he said this, he cupped and caressed her breasts and noticed the pleasurable reaction to his touch.
“Yes, its true, except for your wife whipping me it’s been a good experience. But this is not what I want with my life. However, I admit it will be hard to leave.” Amy didn’t want to admit she had found contentment in being a slave, of course it had its bad moments, but so did being free.
“Why?”
“I can’t explain, there is something holding me here.”
“You can come back anytime you want for as long as you want. Maybe we’ll keep calling you Kate to hide your identity.”
The idea intrigued Amy and sent a shiver down her spine. As she thought about it, she felt the wave of pleasure of an orgasm, asking permission first. She had to admit she had more orgasms during the time she had been here that during her entire life, and it was contributing to her unspoken reluctance to actually leave.
The next day he took Amy, naked and collared and on a chain back to the lawyers. He explained to Mrs. Fazio that Amy had “woken up” and asked for options.
“Well, as I said before options are Voluntary Enslavement, a parent or guardian agreeing to sell her, Judicial Enslavement if she remains with you as a slave for a year and a day, and Free in Name Only or FINO for short.”
“What is a FINO?”
“She’s your slave but the terms of her enslavement are negotiable, either with herself or a parent or guardian.”
Amy raised her hand, they both nodded and she asked, “In a FINO, what would my chip say?”
“That’s a technical question; you would have to go to a larger government slave office or maybe a large slave store chain.”
“Those are the legal options, if she just stays here as a slave, casually and unofficially, neither of you would have much in the way of legal protections I’m afraid until she is eligible for judicial enslavement.”
“A year and a day?”
“Yes, but that would have to be almost full time. On the other hand, she can just sign self enslavement papers.”
They both looked at Amy, she could feel herself getting nervous and she started feeling anxious. These two people looking down on her, literally and figuratively, made her feel like walls were closing in on her. She started to feel confusion and dread and started breathing rapidly. She felt a paper bag placed over her mouth which made the air feel warm and moist. After several breaths she felt her breathing slow and once it was withdrawn and breathing normally, she felt a little better. She was still feeling confused and scared and she was pulled up and put into a chair. Then there was a feeling of something entering her pussy and something pressing against her clit. Then there was a vibration in both places and a then strong feeling of pleasure. A U-shaped vibrator and been placed in her, one that would not slide out easily. Now she relaxed and drifted into a feeling of pleasure and contentment.
“Well, that fixed her. Is there any other business to attend to?”
“No, I’ll look in at Sam the Slave Man about what her chip would say under a FINO.” Mr. Davis then got up, when Amy didn’t get up immediately, he jerked on the chain and the slave girl rose slowly. The vibrator was removed and she walked unsteadily out of the office and back to the SUV.
Amy was feeling very sexually frustrated, the frequent sex had accustomed her to numerous orgasms. The vibrator and aroused her from her anxiety attack but left her without release. The arrived at the mall and went to the Sam the Slave Man store.
The clerk, noticing that the slave’s ship had not elicited a response when she entered assumed that this was a free woman being brought in to be processed, “Can I help you process this slave?”
“Not quite, I am here for information on Free in Name Only slavery. I want to know how her slave chip will be encoded under a FINO.”
The clerk got the manager, who knew more about such things, and after a quick search of the stores database informed him that current slave chips are not set up to display FINO enslavement. It would have to either state the person as “Slave” or as “On Hold” with the owner listed in either case. Asked about the “On Hold” option Master Davis was informed it wouldn’t set off any alarms. Noticing Amy’s aroused and frustrated state he offered use of a slave pen for slave sex.
Amy barely registered she was in a slave pen; her master pushed his flaccid cock into her face and she hungrily sucked and licked on the head to harden it. She could feel it harden and taste the pre cum emerging from it. She turned around to be fucked hard. Mr. Davis wasn’t an expert lover, but that didn’t matter as Amy’s vigorous movement on his cock as she was on all fours brought them both to climax quickly.
Amy thoughts were still a little foggy when they arrived back at his ranch. Without thinking she simply shifted into a “Slave Mode”. Not becoming Kate for she still knew who she was and what she wanted, but that was more in the back of her mind. She was acting more out of habit.
Amy and Liz returned to the barn and almost hesitantly, she returned to teaching Liz about horses. This made her feel better and slowly memories of her previous life came to the forefront. Returning to the house she saw herself in the mirror, naked with a steel collar locked on her neck. When she was Kate, this seemed normal to her, no need to think otherwise. But now she was back to being Amy again, and the feelings were complex. When she saw herself in the mirror it still felt almost ordinary, but the more she looked the more it bothered her. She started feeling nervous, excited and scared. She had become accustomed to being a naked and collared slave, it was now routine. And she was not just accepting it, but consenting to it. But she remembering her past, her family, her friends gnawed at her. Her family especially would be horrified at her being a slave, and she knew it would be impossible to simply cut ties with them; they would not allow it.
Amy realized she had to go back home, no matter what she felt. The fact that there was even a question about going home gave her a shock. Even though she no longer was affected by the shock of slavery and loss of her identity, they had mentioned something called Sudden Enslavement Syndrome, had something permanent happened to her?
Amy was called to the house; Valerie Stanton had returned with information about a FINO as well as the paperwork to do it. Mrs. Stanton definitely wanted Amy to be her FINO slave, which she wanted to make Amy’s grandfather Jack beholding to as she liked him more that a friend. But Amy realized that would be a bad idea, but not choosing Valerie might lead her to revealing what happened to Amy. Either way Mrs. Stanton might expose Amy.
Finally, a solution was formed, Amy would sign a FINO with Valerie Stanton along with a confidentiality agreement with both Amy and Mr. Davis. Then Mrs. Stanton would “rent” Amy to Mr. Davis for a dollar a year, Amy would go back to being Kate when serving the Davis family, and Amy’s chip would read “On Hold” protecting her from any enslavement, accidental or otherwise.
That day, Amy went home to Heartland. Mr. Davis took off her collar, raising her hand to her neck it felt strange not to feel the steel on her neck. Slave Liz brought Amy her clothes. She stared at them for a moment, the idea of putting them on gave her a strange feeling. Getting dressed was actually difficult, it was like she had forgotten how to put clothes on. Liz helped her and told her she would miss her and hoped she would come back “home” again to be her sister. That word “sister” was pregnant with meaning; a moniker female slaves gave each other giving the feeling of being a family in slavery. And Amy had to admit she felt close to Liz like a sister, and to the Davis family as a slave.
Valerie Stanton drove her home, reinforcing the story that Amy had been away helping Valerie’s friends with their horses. Her family had been so enmeshed in their own drama they hadn’t asked a lot of questions when she was gone.
Homecoming was a disjointing experience, she found herself happy to be home with her family, but feeling out of place and even missing her slave home. She wondered if she could explain her experiences with her family and realized her sister Lou would be the best bet as she had worked in the New York and probably had interactions with the world of slavery through clients.
But Amy decided to put that off, she needed to pay attention and remember to keep herself clothed. She still felt a “pull” from slavery, but working with horses, interacting with her family and the familiar smells of home helped counteract it. She also reconnected with Ty, her on again off again boyfriend. Their dates became more passionate as Amy was much more sexually experienced and had a greater appetite for sex. She had to stop herself from asking permission to cum. This caught Ty off guard, but he really appreciated it. But for Amy it was less pleasurable than when she was a slave, part of the reason was that her boyfriend was undemanding and timid in his lovemaking.
All this created frustration for Amy, she had to fight the urge to return to the Davis’s and slavery.
The first time she returned was over a month later and it went as before, sex and chores. Kate shifted back into being a slave like a bad habit. Young Master decided to try something he hadn’t had a chance to, anal sex. He took Kate to his room and bent her over the bed then took some lubricant and used his finger to push it in her ass. Kate was startled at this and became nervous; she realized what was going to happen, Kate/Amy had never done anything like this before, hadn’t even thought of this as disgusting possibility. He slowly pushed his prick in to her ass and Kate felt pain and disgust at something that felt like a reverse poop. He slowly stated to pump back and forth, pushing hard each time he moved farther inside her. Kate’s eyes were wide with shock and repugnance at this appalling act. She was even more shocked when she started feeling pleasure as the fucking continued, but being young he came fast and she quickly felt a warm liquid being spurted inside her. Luckily, he decided to clean himself off in the bathroom, and Kate hastily went to the one in the master bedroom as she needed to relieve herself, and try not to feel nauseous.
After being used anally she was more reluctant to return. It was four weeks before she was willing to go back a second time. Returning to the Davis’s, Kate found she was able to overlook what had happened so she allowed herself to be comfortable being a slave again, it was almost like having a warm blanket around her. The collar on her neck made her feel excited and submissive but there was also a feeling of being trapped and compelled, which gave the conflicting emotions of fear and titillation. Laying on top of her Master and seeing the pleasure she gave him gave her a feeling of fulfillment and filled her with pleasure so much more than sex as a free woman. Kate just let go and allowed her slave feelings to engulf her and not think about the pressures of having to take on so much responsibility as a free woman. Amy never lost herself in being Slave Kate, she knew who she was.
On the second day, Mrs. Davis insisted on putting a new steel collar on her. “This is called a Russian Collar (1), it’s oval so it fits better, it also has a battery and can shock you if you’re not obedient. And the longer you wear it the harder it becomes to remove it as it starts bonding to the skin.” This scared Kate and Mistress decided to shock Kate to show its power causing her to scream and fell to her knees, “I don’t think I’ll have to do that very often will I?” Luckily the rest of the servitude period went better, it helped that Mrs. Davis was not at home that much. But the collar started giving Kate/Amy serious misgivings about serving.
The third time Kate was very nervous about serving, she didn’t know why she even agreed to come again. There was still something inside her that compelled her that she couldn’t understand. It didn’t help that Mrs. Davis slapped another generic temporary slave tattoo on her ass. Kate still obediently served as before; she found a feeling of both pleasure and fulfillment in slavery, so it was easy to surrender and accept it.
But Mistress ruined those sentiments by using the shock collar, not very often but for trivial offenses. Which weakened Kate’s positive feeling towards slavery.
It was a couple of months Amy was willing to go back again, she was missing slavery and her mind ignored the negative things that had happened to her, so she went back fourth time. After Master had left, Mistress took her to the basement where she had replaced the simple hook in the celling with five steel eye bolts, two spread on the ground, and three attacked above. The two on the ground had shackles and chains, while two on the celling on opposite ends on each other had the same. Between these the middle one had a short chain and hook.
Kate was terrified of what she saw and became panicked when her arm and legs were clapped in the shackles, forcing her to hang in a X formation, Mistress grabbed the hook hanging down and attached it to Kate’s collar, which stretched Kate’s neck and made it hard to breath. Then from behind Kate felt the pain of the whip being applied to her back and ass. She screamed in pain and pleaded for Mistress to stop, but her pleading only excited her torturer more. Twelve times the whip struck, twelve times Kate pleaded with decreasing effort.
When Mrs. Davis was done, she walked in front of the slave and on a table, she opened a box. First, she put alcohol on a cotton ball and spread in on Kate’s nipples. The slave girl was uncertain what was going to happen next then Mistress rolled Kate’s left nipple till it was erect and then placed a box over the nipple, with the push of a button the slave felt a severe pain as her nipple was pierced with a needle. Mrs. Davis quickly removed the box and grabbing the slightly bloody nipple pulled on it and put a steel ring through the hole and clicked it close. Kate was shocked by what just happened and when Mistresses turned her attention to her right breast Kate knew what was going to happen next and tried to pull back, uselessly and she was locking in place and the attempt caused her to strangle herself.
When her owner was finished, she slapped both breasts and declared, “Now your marked for life, would prefer to brand you but the FINO forbids it. As for the whip marks there won’t be any with this new slave whip, so no evidence of what I did.” As Mrs. Davis walked away, she laughed, leaving the slave hanging, Kate was in so much pain she couldn’t think beyond her suffering. Liz came down and told Kate she was allowed to release her, removing first the hook on her collar then the legs and finally the wrists.
Mr. Davis was shocked and angry and warned his wife she could face enslavement herself. She laughed at him and said he’d never do it and neither would Valerie Stanton. As for Kate, she didn’t know what to think, the nipple rings made her feel like a prisoner and they hurt, with drops of blood still dripping.
After an hour she felt better, and the pain was almost gone from the nipples, but not from her back. Looking in a mirror and could see stripes of red, but they were fainter than the last time. Seeing them gave her a shudder of fear and anger, as well as a feeling of defeat. It helped seeing the marks fade to being inconspicuous by the end of the day, but their emotional impact did not.
Kate’s service was only supposed to last the long weekend, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave when Tuesday came. Mrs. Davis had attached a jewelry chain that connected the rings, and although it wasn’t locked on, it, as well as the heavy collar felt like a hobble holding her in slavery. The only consolation was that Mr. Davis took away the remote for the collar so no more shocks were administered. Luckily Mrs. Davis had not realized that a protective covering on the inside of the collar had to be removed so the collar didn’t bond to Kate’s skin
Amy messaged her family about Liz needing her and as there was so much going on with her family they accepted the excuse. Over next couple of days Kate completely submitted to slavery, not even thinking of being anything else. She devoted herself completely to being the best slave he could be, watching slave instruction videos and following along. The Davis’s were away much of the time, kids were at university, master at work in Calgary and mistress working at her various committees. This gave Kate almost the fantasy like life of slavery, servitude without having to serve someone. Of course there was morning service, a nice slow fuck for master followed by an authorized orgasm, which always put Kate in a good mood. Breakfast and clean up followed by the free members of the household leaving for the day, with household and farm chores to keep the two slaves occupied followed by whatever fun they could find for themselves.
There wasn’t much to teach Liz about horses anymore, she had the basics down flat. But her continuing work with the horses saved Amy again, reminding her of her true passion, something that would be hard to pursue as a slave. A phone call from her family revived that she was in an impossible situation. Staying a slave would cause so many overlapping complications with her family would cause untold havoc with both families, and maybe spread. She knew she had to go home for the sake of herself, and everyone around her. There would be no perfect solution.
So, Amy left that Friday, full of regret, fear and worry. At home she felt depressed, like she left part of herself behind. Devoting herself to helping horses was her best therapy, she stopped watching SlaveTV and slave videos online. She was able to hide the nipple rings by using breastfeeding bra pads. She stopped sleeping with Ty, not wanting to reveal the rings.

She needed to tell someone about what had happened to her, and her sister Lou seemed the best bet. Though Lou had been raised in an anti-slavery atmosphere, she had gotten a degree and moved to New York, working as a financial advisor. This of course brought her into contact with a society that considered slavery normal. Lou suggested to her grandfather that his ridged anti-slavery stance might hurt her business with the Heartland Equestrian Connection, billed as a corporate retreat though the rest of the family just called it a ‘dude ranch”. There had been a few conversations of slavery before this had happened to Amy, and Lou’s showed acceptance of the idea of slavery. Amy made a few mentions of slavery and asked Lou if she any experience of it. She replied that she had been in a charity slave auction, the service was only a weekend and no punishment or extreme stuff had been allowed.
This was the opening Amy had hopped for. She told her a rather sanitized version of what had happened to her. Lou was surprised and upset and apologised for not noticing the change in Amy’s attitude nor her long absence. Amy made it sound like she went back to the Davis’s to help Liz. She admitted she had slave sex and that she was kept naked and collared, but said nothing of the whipping or the nipple rings. Lou looked at her sister in a new light, and figured there were things she didn’t want to talk about.
When Amy told her about the FINO, she couldn’t answer many of her questions. She showed her the document and Lou seemed to relax a little, seeing how limited the slavery was. Lou suggested that the FINO be transferred to her, and said she’d get back to Amy after consulting a lawyer.
Avoiding the world of slavery was becoming more difficult, and because she was “in the system” she would receive e-mails suggesting enslavement, offers of training, or requests she update her status. Her town, Hudson, once a bastion of old-fashioned rancher anti-slavery feeling, was opening up to it as more people with oil wealth and pro-slavery views moved into town and the surrounding area with their slaves. Businesses soon realized trying to keep these people away would lose them money and a more welcoming attitude was adopted. There were no public slave auctions in town, though the local municipal government moved their slave department from its small office to a separate building in the downtown right beside Maggie’s Diner, where Amy had worked summer jobs, and the place where Amy first truly confronted slavery. Now with a government slave place next door she was continuously reminded of it.
Her sister insisted they go in one day, Lou wanted to make sure her slave chip was properly updated and insisted Amy should do the same. They were told that they had to undress completely, which Lou had expected but scared Amy, it meant she would have to reveal her nipple rings. She pulled Lou aside, “Look I didn’t want you to know about this, but Mrs. Davis put nipple rings on me without my or Mr. Davis permission and I don’t know if I can take them off.”
Lou was completely shocked and stood there with her mouth open. She finally was able to gather herself together and asked, “How did it happen”, “Are you sure you can’t take them off?” “What do they look like?”. Amy gave simple answers as she didn’t want to get into here.
When they took off their clothes and clerk stared at Amy’s rings, “Why so you have those on? That’s something you usually see on a slave.”
“I’m under a FINO, but the rings were added without permission.” Speaking in an uncertain voice.
The clerk looked something up on the computer and double checked on a law book. “Well, that can be a serious problem, whoever did that can be in trouble, and keeping them on can be considered self enslavement.”
“I don’t want to get the woman in trouble, and I have not figured out how to get them off without having to cut them off.”
“Well, you’ll have to either accept full enslavement to your master, or risk a judge deciding for you if you don’t get them off. I would suggest a trip to a full-service slave store to see if they can help.” He turned Amy around and took a closer inspection of her. He then noticed the faded impressions of a temporary tattoo. Asking Amy about it she admitted it had been a generic temporary slave tattoo. “Well, if it wasn’t specifically your masters mark that may not mean a lot but would count against you in court.” Both women left the office shaken and worried.
Even a trip to Calgary ended up another point of contact to slavery. Walking down the street she was confronted with naked collared women handing out pamphlets about enslavement. She couldn’t avoid them and as soon as she was among them, she felt her halter top and bra being pulled down, and hands all over her. They noticed her nipple rings and played with them, saying if she had them, she must be a slave. They pushed her into the store, The clerk greeted her, “How my I assist you in enslavement?” Then he saw her rings, “Oh, you’re already a slave?”
“No, I’m not!” Amy said firmly, “It’s a long story and I am not interested in explaining it!”
“Suit yourself. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Amy thought got a minute, “Do you know anything about these rings? Can they be removed without cutting?”
The clerk looked at them closely, even using a jeweller’s magnifying glass. His manipulation of them sent shivers down her body. “Why remove them you seem to be enjoying my handling of them. They give you pleasure, don’t they?”
“OK yes, they do, but I still want them off.” Amy hated to admit it.
“Well, I have a tool that will remove them, are you sure you want me too?”
“Yes, yes, please.” Amy begged. He went over to the desk and found a small tool that with a careful touch, opened the rings allowed their removal. “Thank you, Thank you.”
“These are rather expensive; do you want to keep them?” Amy said no, and he replied, “Well I will trade you.”, He went to a display are and returned showing her a pair of nipple rings that looked exactly alike. “These one’s will open more easily, but they won’t fall off either.” Amy looked at them and tried opening and closing them, even trying them in the nipple itself. Satisfied she thanked him, and took them with her when she left.
Released from the rings, Amy felt a load off her. Returning home she felt better than she did in a while. But curiosity got the best of her and she tried them on. Playing with them she found pleasure running though her body, a reminder of the excitement and happiness of slavery. She had to admonish herself of the appalling things that had happened to her. It helped but occasionally she would give into temptation and put them on again.
(1) I biased this on the Swedish collar https://www.swedishcollar.com/product-category/collars/

Enjoyed the original Story, enjoying this more.