America Mastered

Chapter 3: 2011

Gaby was a college student, and was studying in one of the few small, protected colleges left in California . Life was only slightly more comfortable here on the campus, as all students still only wore issued outfits, and as security was so tight, there was very little privacy anymore. Often Gaby found the boys staring at her with open lust as she walked to and from class, her sexy Latina ass showing off its curves barely concealed by the slim scrap of canvas. Her top did not help much either, especially when it rained. Then, the boys were afforded a full nearly unobstructed view of her firm round breasts. She had gotten used to this by now.

One cold morning however, life changed once and for all for all of Americans citizens. This morning brought a rough knock on Gaby's dormroom door.

“Get out here Gabriella!! There is a Mandatory meeting in the common room!!”

The guards voice boomed and Gaby could hear nervous voices echoing in the hallways outside, as her classmates all filed out of their rooms in a wary daze.

When Gaby entered the Common room, she felt a cold ripple of fear slide up her spine. The room and the doors were filled with guards, more than Gaby had ever seen in one place on campus, and all were armed. Next to the doors, there were two large bins, and there were large trucks outside in the street. Gaby wondered what could be going on, and she hugged herself in the cold. Her thoughts were interrupted however, as the students' attention was being directed to the television.

Gaby saw a man with a full dark beard appear on the screen. He was wearing an army uniform that was highly decorated, and with the other soldiers saluting him as he approached the podium, he looked like some sort of general. Once the man reached the mike, he began to speak in heavily accented English.

“People of America …your nation has collapsed!!” Cheers erupted from the televised audience. The speaker paused for effect, and gasps of surprise and fear could be heard in the college room. “My name is not important, for I am merely a Master to you now. And you are all my subjects… let me explain.” The screen cut to an image that sent waves of fear and dismay down nearly every American in the nation (all were being forced to watch this message as it played over every broadcasting system known to the world) On the screen was a large table that looked as if it would sit comfortably in possibly a basketball stadium. On it were hundreds and hundreds of severed heads, the nearest of which were plainly recognizable. Some of the students began to sob in horror.

“What you see are the heads of all your nation's leaders, ranging from, as you see before you, the president of your fallen nation, to those you are probably too stupid to recognize as your supreme court justices and congressmen. Also before you are the Military generals, officers, mayors of major cities, police chiefs, and many, many other influential people. They have been killed, assassinated, and you have all been given new leaders… new Masters! “

You see, this action must occur, it was inevitable, the US was strong, and soon it became corrupt and abused its power. You, its citizens, became immoral, lazy, arrogant, and stupid in your greed. Now, the people of the world have come together and we have come to punish you for your sins against God and the world. You, and your nation, now belong to Islam and its Masters!

You have become slaves, all of you. You are no longer people, but property, dumb wanton animals to be treated by your masters as such. You have been conquered by those who you have wronged, and we shall make of you what you sought to become. Your men will be punished by made into laboring beasts, every one. And your women will be made into servants for the new people of this country. See what you have become!”

The screen switched again, and amid sobs and wails, the students could see many figures standing completely naked and collared between armed guards. It took a moment to sink in, but soon they recognized the center figure as the first lady, her soft sagging boobs hanging in front of her former nations eyes. She was near hysteria, and immediately a soldier dropped his pants and took a hold of his cock. He promptly began to slap the nude enslaved woman in her face with his prick, and the nation cried in horror. The image cut away, and the bearded Master came back into view.

“You should have known this day would come when you were wallowing in your stolen riches… your possessions taken from poorer men, and enjoyed on stolen land! You will have nothing now, you will be forbidden clothing and possessions of any kind… you barely have the right to call yourselves human. This is a great day for the world! Blessed be the Masters of Islam!” The screen shut off…

Gaby stood there in shocked silence, as others sobbed around her. All of a sudden, chaos broke loose. A million things happened at once: a boy dashed for the door, and before anyone could scream, the room erupted in gunfire. Half the soldiers had fired in the air, but the boy was gunned down even before the screaming set in. Within a few more seconds of booming gunfire and harsh commands, a terrifying sort of order was restored. The guards were in control.

“You heard what the Master said you American Sluts!! No more clothing for any females! Sergeant, take these boys and load them into the trucks going to the labor camps in this sector! All you sluts line up here quickly and without any hassle or you will be shot! Prepare to return your outfits!”

Gaby could not move, but as girls around her were beginning to both be beaten for their disobedience and to reluctantly strip, she realized she didn't have much of a choice. Sobbing, she got in line and started taking of her limited clothing.

Reluctantly she tugged her top over her head, and to the delight of the guard next to her, her full breasts sprang free. With a humiliated choke she slid out of her skirt, and completely nude, she dropped her last possessions into the large bins. Her smooth brown body was bare for everyone around her to see, and she hugged herself in shame. Everywhere she saw supple female flesh becoming exposed, and the girls wails were overwhelming. The newly made slaves were being lined up and given metal collars. All of a sudden, to hands grabbed her tits from behind, and Gaby could not move. Another set of hands strapped a collar around her light brown neck, and she was locked into her new life. Once collared, the girls were being led outside, naked, humiliated, and crying.

Gaby could see other girls exiting other dorms around her, all naked and collared like her, and all crying uncontrollably. She saw her friend, Stephanie, her small white boobs sticking out in the cold air. Stephanie caught her eyes and quickly looked away in shame. Gaby thought of her little sister and her mom, and praying with out much hope that they had escaped this horrible fate.

“Hold on Major, I have had my eye on this one,” a tall man put his hand on Gaby's bare shoulder and stopped her from joining the rest of the nude coeds. He looked her up and down, eyeing her round boobs, her flat stomach and her bare pussy. “Take her to my house and introduce her to my wife.”

“Yes sir.” The guard quickly attached a leash to Gaby's collar and dragged her toward a military jeep. Gaby was roughly thrown in the back, and another soldier grabbed her hands. Her arms were hoisted above her head and tied to a bar above her. She was hanging there, forced on her toes, on display to everyone from the open back of the car. The soldier who had tied her looked her in face and grabbed her full tits with both hands. Gaby looked away, ashamed that a stranger could handle her this way, as if she were a side of meet hanging in a butcher's shop.

“I wish I had a slut like you, too bad the sergeant wants you. We'd have lots of fun.” Gaby just began to cry once more and the jeep roared into life and left the campus.

The city around the college, as Gaby could now see, was in even more chaos than she had imagined. Bodies lined the streets in various states of undress, and the wails of

Americans could be heard everywhere. Gunfire occasional broke the regular din of harsh commands and screams. Naked women and men were being led, collared like the college students this way and that, and though some were trying to run… Gaby realized there was no where they could possibly hide. The entire nation had collapsed and was now under the control of these sadistic monsters. She caught the eyes of some naked teenage boys being led to a large van. The were staring at her body and her brown skin turned a deep crimson. She was shivering uncontrollably as the car picked up speed and the wind battered her nude flesh.

They drove up to the hills and stopped in front of a large, fancy house. Gaby was untied from the back of the car, and dragged up to the door. The guards knocked and they waited.

An Arabic woman answered the door, and looked down in delight at the sexy, naked Latina slave. She was probably in her 40's, but was still very beautiful, and had a full, almost plump figure. Gaby looked behind her, trying to avoid her gaze, and saw three white women, one older than the others, kneeling in the next room. They were collared and their eyes were red from crying. Gaby gasped as it dawned on her that they were probably what remained of the family that recently had occupied this very house.

“Welcome to my new home, slut,” said the woman with a melodic, but powerful voice. “Come in.” She grabbed Gaby's leash and dragged her into the home. “We were just going over the new rules around here. You can join in. Kindly kneel beside your fellow slut slaves.” Gaby could do nothing else as she watched the guards close the door and, no doubt, head back to their duties. Gaby kneeled down and looked over at the three girls staring at her. Two of them, she realized could not have been older than sixteen, and they were all very beautiful.

“My husband must have taken to you, and for good reason. Well, this will be your new home. And I am your mistress…Welcome to your new life of humiliation and servitude. I think I would like a dance. You three young ones can dance I'm sure, give me a show to break in my new home.”

No one moved, but only stared at her in horror, not knowing what to do. In a surprisingly powerful motion, the Mistress grabbed the three nude teenagers by the hair and dragged them screaming to their feet. The youngest white girl began to cry again.

“Dance for me sluts!!” she yelled. And the girls, burning with shame, began to sway and move around awkwardly. The woman laughed in delight, and sat down on the sofa behind the older naked woman. She ordered the woman to lay on her back across her lap, and casually began to play with her full tits and pussy. The older slave sobbed with humiliation in front of her dancing daughters.

Gaby moved her brown hips back and forth, and felt the air and her Mistress's eyes move about her young naked body. She decided right then, watching the older white woman squirm on the lap of her Mistress, that there was no hope in struggling. This was her new life, and she may as well try and get used to it. Much to the delight of her owner, she started dancing with more sincerity, and almost began to enjoy it. Little did she know new tasks would not be limited to just dancing naked.

She found herself thinking of all the people she used to know, and where they might be. She thought of the whole nation, all the people, and wondered how the world would respond. Somehow, she knew the world wouldn't really mind that in the course of a day, every single American had been turned into a slave.