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Tracey was excited, it had taken a long time to save the money up and now she was off to the travel agents to book her dream holiday.
As she walked down the high street she was almost skipping along, her hand constantly on her purse as it bulged with the £2,500 in cash she had just withdrawn from the bank. She knew she could of paid for the holiday by debit card or bank transfer but there seemed to be something more reassuring by paying with cash, it seemed more final! The girl at the bank had not been that pleasant about it though, she had positively scowled as she'd counted the cash out in front of Tracey. She had spoken loudly as she counted, almost as if she wanted to draw attention to what she was doing , the bank was pretty busy and Tracey did get a bit worried that people would know she was carrying a lot of cash but the travel agents wasn't far down the street and she was sure she could make it there without being mugged!
As a final parting shot the bank girl had hissed at Tracey,
“Girls like you shouldn't be able to have any money, the quicker they bring the new laws in the better.”
Tracey new what she was talking about of course, the female slavery law had been bought in two years earlier and had been a roaring success. The government had faced rising criticism over the increasing numbers of east European girls being bought into the country as sex slaves to work in brothels etc. So much criticism that one day the prime minister had stood up and said that instead of banning slavery they were going to legalise it!
Why should the government get criticised for failing to stop the flood of east European girls being smuggled into the country when it had it's own supply of English girls already here, and of course now that slavery was legal they could tax every sale!
They was some scepticism at first but before long the idea caught on and female slavery became very popular. Any female between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be enslaved and the government was constantly making it easier to do so. A simple slave registration form was the only thing needed and the girls national insurance number, once you had that you simply filled in the form and handed it into a post office or slave processing centre and bingo, the girl was officially a slave for the rest of her life, the girl didn't even have to sign the form!
The registration forms were everywhere, the Sun always had one in each paper, they were in doctors waiting rooms, fast food restaurants, even schools, they were everywhere. Of course once you'd picked a form up you still needed the girls NI number and if the girl had any sense she wasn't giving it out freely. The government was working on that though and it was announced that soon you could go onto a website and look the girls NI number up and hey presto, you had everything you needed to make a girl a slave.
Once enslaved the girl was stripped of all human rights and she was reclassified as an animal with no rights whatsoever. That meant a new owner could literally do whatever he wanted with his slave and Tracey had heard some sick and nasty stories about what some men wanted to do!
It wasn't as if slaves were expensive any more either, the first time a girl was sold she had to be auctioned off at a government public auction, that’s where they earned their tax revenue, after that though the girl could be bought and sold at a whim, much like selling a car. In fact one of the most popular websites now was called Slavetrader.co.uk and it worked very much like Autotrader. You entered several search filters and a list of slaves came up with photos matching your requirements.
Like a lot of people Tracey had gone on to the site once for a laugh and had entered that she was looking for a blonde slave under 21 years old with at least a DD cup breast size within a ten mile radius of her postcode and she was amazed when sixty seven matches came up. The dearest was £199.00 and the cheapest was £15.00. All had full length full frontal naked pictures and to Tracey all looked cute and pretty with good bodies and all were busty as she'd specified, even the fifteen pound one looked cute to Tracey.
Of course as a girl herself she couldn't buy or own a slave but any male could go onto the site and with a few pushes of a button could purchase a slave and have her delivered the next day. Tracey had been amazed there were 67 slaves available within a ten mile radius of her post code and when she widened the search to fifty miles she'd almost fallen off her chair to see that it produced over five hundred matches.
Slaves were practically disposable now and Tracey could see why with the amount of slaves available to buy and the low cost of buying them.
The new law the angry bank girl referred to was coming in soon. Although there were a lot of female slaves now there were still a lot of free girls of course but the government was constantly chipping away at their rights as well. Very soon it would be illegal for free girls to own anything, that meant money, land, cars, anything. This was the governments way of making it impossible for any girl to self support herself, she would have to rely on either her owner supporting her or her family of friends.
This was a subtle way of pushing a girl into slavery, after all a slave owner had to feed and house his slaves if he wanted to keep them for any length of time. Without an owner or family a girl would literally find herself homeless and unable to pay for any food, in that case having an owner didn't seem such a bad thing.
Tracey was lucky, she still lived with her parents, her mother was of course over the enslavement age and her father was a kindly man who loved his daughter and would not let anything happen to her in his control.
They did have a horrible neighbour though, had had been a thorn in the family's side ever since he'd moved in a year earlier. He was a nasty old man who constantly complained about everything and was forever knocking on their door and weaselling his way inside to make a new complaint to Tracey’s dad about parking or noise or anything.
Every time he entered their house he made a point of ogling Tracey whenever he could in a blatant and crude way that made her cringe with embarrassment and she knew her dad felt the same way. Unfortunately though her dad was too weak to stand up to the horrible neighbour and would cringe with Tracey as the man made his crude remarks.
He often told dad that Tracey should be enslaved and how it would be good for her etc. and her dad would laugh along with him even though Tracey knew he really just wanted the man out of his house as quickly as possible.
The last time he'd been round he'd caught Tracey in just her slip at the bottom of the stairs. It had been embarrassing enough being caught in such a flimsy thing but he'd made it obvious he was enjoying the view and as her dad stood beside her the man had laughed and suggested that Tracey should be punished for showing herself off!
“I bet you enjoy giving her a good hard spanking don't you John.” he'd laughed, “I know I certainly would!”
Tracey's dad had blushed a deep red as had Tracey and the neighbour laughed,
“You do spank her don't you? Your missing out on so much fun if you don't, a girl like her needs a regular spanking.”
Her dad had shaken his head slightly while suddenly realising that the floor was the most interesting thing in the hallway and the neighbour made a tut tut noise and then suddenly grabbed Tracey's slip and pulled it.
She still thought that he only meant to pull her towards him but the slip was so flimsy and his pull was so strong that he ripped it completely off her leaving her standing in the hall as naked as the day she was born.
Tracey squealed in horror and for a second the neighbour looked surprised but his eyes quickly lit up when he saw his neighbours daughter naked for the first time.
“God I always knew she was a little cracker but didn't know she was this good.” he laughed and suddenly reached forward and cupped both of Tracey's breasts in his hands and started squeezing them.
Tracey just froze, she couldn't believe what was happening, him seeing her naked was bad enough but having a grope as well was horrendous, too horrendous for her to know what to do so she just stood there in shock as he continued to play with her breasts.
“I've always loved big heavy tits like these.” he laughed as he hefted them in his hands and then with a sly grin he said, “what’s your national insurance number Tracey, I’d like to own these permanently.”
Luckily at that moment her father raised all the courage he could and said,
“Come on John, you've had your fun, isn't it time you left?”
For a second Tracey thought he was going to refuse but he suddenly pinch both her nipples hard making her squeal again before laughing,
“Okay I guess your right but now I've seen the goods I will get my hands on them again, I'll promise you that.”
and with a final look at Tracey's naked body he left with a huge grin on his face.
Needless to say Tracey was now trying to keep out of his way entirely. She knew he bought slaves occasionally and whenever he bought one they usually had to put up with hearing her screams and crying through the thin wall separating the two houses. She had no idea what he was doing to the poor girls and she didn't want to find out!
The travel agent shop was coming up on the other side of the road and as Tracey prepared to cross the busy street she realised she was standing right outside a slave processing centre! She was sure it hadn't been there last week and as if to prove the point two completely naked girls were standing by the entrance handing out flyers.
Not that long ago two naked girls on the street would of drawn a lot of attention, not to mention the police. Today though apart from some appreciative glances at the pretty girls nobody paid them much attention. Most slave owners kept their slaves naked and most delighted in showing them off, including walking them about in public. Although she hadn't counted Tracey knew she had walked past at least twenty naked girls on the way down the street and they barely got a second glance nowdays, apart from dirty old men and young schoolboys of course!
One of the girls seeing Tracey standing there approached her and with a small giggle said,
“Hello Miss, were you looking to sign yourself over today?”
Tracey looked startled as she shook her head.
“It won't take a minute Miss, it's very simple and easy now, you could be a slave very quickly.”
“No, not today thank you.” Tracey managed to say sternly and the girl looked disappointed for a second before smiling back at Tracey and saying,
“Well have one of our leaflets then Miss, give it to any man in your life.”
Tracey took the leaflet before crossing the road and quickly read it before she entered the travel agents.
New in town
the area's largest slave processing centre and auction house.
Many slaves available at our twice weekly auctions
Full range and best prices
and then underneath in a big red bubble,
Special opening offer!
10% off any purchase
and then a slightly small bubble at the bottom,
New pussy always wanted
bring your unwanted pussy here and we will sell it for you
and give you a cut!
Why not try us out, bring us a pussy today!
Putting the leaflet into her purse she pushed on the door of the shop and walked in.
The large shop front windows meant it was nice and bright inside the smallish office. There were four or five desks spread around with the usual computers etc. on each one and the staff consisted of two youngish girls and two men, an older Asian an and a younger white man. They all looked up as Tracey entered and for a second she felt unwelcome and almost backed out of the door but she bravely stepped inside and let the door shut behind her.
The Asian man beckoned her over to his desk and as she rather timidly approached him she sensed that she was still the centre of attention. Feeling very uncomfortable she took hold of the chair in front of him and started to pull it back so that she could sit when he suddenly barked at her.
“Did I tell you to sit girl?”
“Oh, no sorry.” she squeaked and now even more self consciously she stood in front of his desk feeling like a naughty schoolgirl standing in front of the headmaster.
“Now what can I do for you, you are obviously in the wrong place, the new slave centre is across the road.” he said sternly.
Tracey heard the two girls behind her giggle before she said nervously,
“Yes I know Sir but I'm here to book a holiday.”
The man looked at her with barely disguised contempt,
“How could you buy a holiday, have you got any money girl?”
“Oh yes.” Tracey blurted out and opened her purse to show him the pile of notes inside. She saw a sudden smile cross his face as he saw the cash and he suddenly reached forward and Tracey thought he was going to snatch the cash from her purse but instead he plucked out the leaflet the naked girl had given her two minutes earlier.
“So you have been to the slave centre then?” he laughed holding up the leaflet.
Blushing Tracey explained she'd been handed the leaflet as she'd passed the building but she had no intention of going inside.
“I don't think that’s your choice young lady.” the man said looking her up and down, “ It says on this leaflet they buy girls as well as sell them, what do you think of that?” he laughed for the first time.
Tracey had no idea how to answer that question but he was obviously waiting for an answer and so with head bowed she said,
“It's good business for them I guess.”
“Could be good business for me to” he laughed, “I could take you across there right now and sell you to them, earn myself some money, any reason I shouldn't do that girl?” he snapped.
Again she could think of no answer and so she slowly shook her head,
“No Sir, there’s no reason.” she half whimpered and again she heard the two girls giggle.
“Well I might just do that then, your a pretty one, I'm sure I could get some good money for you.” he laughed, “but first things first, where do you want to go then girl?”
For a second she thought he was asking her if she wanted to go across the road but she suddenly realised he meant where did she want to go on holiday and they spent the next ten minutes looking at possible holidays. She finally settled on a two week holiday to Egypt for just under a thousand pounds and for the first time since she'd entered the shop she was relaxed. The man was entering information onto the computer and suddenly looked up and asked her for her national insurance number.
On seeing Tracey's hesitation he snapped at her to give him the number and although she was uneasy about it she told him her number.
“Good girl,” he laughed, “it's always good to have a pretty girls NI number to hand.”
Her previous feelings of unease had returned but he continued entering information into the PC before he finally looked up and said,
“Okay that's £990 plus our commission, let's say £1,500 altogether.”
Tracey was shocked, that was a hell of a lot of commission! On the other hand she'd been half expecting to be ripped off and it was an unwise girl who complained too much nowdays, especially to a man she had just given her NI number to! So reluctantly she opened her purse and counted out the £1,500 pounds and handed it over to the smiling man.
“Okay that's the holiday paid for but before I confirm it you need travel insurance.” he said.
Tracey could see a request for more money coming but what she didn't see coming was his next statement.
“I need to check you over and do a quick medical on you first though to make sure your fit and healthy for the insurance so come with me and we will get you stripped down.”
As he stood up Tracey almost panicked, did he just say he was going to get her stripped down! She hadn't expected that, what was she to do though, she had just given him £1500, she didn't want to lose that, she couldn't see him giving her her money back!
Those damn girls were giggling again and feeling scared and embarrassed she started to follow the man to the back of the office and through a door into a small kitchen area where there was barely enough room for them both to stand.
“Okay young lady, get those clothes off, all of them, and don't make me wait.” he said sternly.
“But Sir, is this really necessary?” Tracey whimpered.
“Of course it is girl, I need to make sure your acceptable to the insurers.” he snapped.
Tracey was frightened, the man seemed huge standing so close in the confined space and worse, he was standing in front of her blocking the only exit door. In a rare moment of defiance she looked up at him and as bravely as she could she said,
“Well in that case can I have my money back, I'll book a holiday somewhere else.”
“No you may not you stupid girl, that money has been put aside for the holiday, it's ours now if we continue to book the holiday or not.” he said a flash of anger crossing his face, and then to push forward his point he said, “and if you don't get your clothes off now the only holiday you will be going on is across the street!”
Tracey knew exactly what he meant and so her defiance instantly disappeared and feeling totally embarrassed and humiliated she started to undo her shirt.
“Good girl,” the man laughed as he watched Tracey start to undress, “if that body is as good as it looks I might take you over the road anyway, you'd probably like that wouldn't you?”
Tracey silently shook her head as she placed her shirt on the work top to her right.
“Yes you would, you white bitches are all submissive sluts, your all hot for becoming slave meat.” he laughed again.
Tracey had to admit that she'd had more than a few fantasies about being a slave in the past year or so, She knew the difference between fantasies and reality though, she knew in reality she would probably end up with someone like their horrible neighbour to be used in every horrible and painful way imaginable!
Soon her skirt was on the work top with her shirt and for a second she risked a glance up at the man in the vain hope that he would let her stop at her underwear but of course he have her an evil grin and laughed,
“Don't stop there girl, I need to see the goods, much like the slave people over the road.”
Feeling totally wretched and embarrassed she reached round and unclipped her bra and then hooked her fingers into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down and stepped out of them leaving herself totally naked.
She couldn't believe she had ended up like that, she'd only come in to buy a holiday and now she was standing in the small kitchen as naked as the day she was born in front of a large Asian man who was making no secret that he was enjoying the situation as much as Tracey was hating it!
“Hum yes, I'd get a pretty penny for you I bet.” he laughed and casually reached out and cupped Tracey's right breast in his large hand and squeezed it roughly. Tracey couldn't help squealing as he bought his other hand up to cup her other breast and squeeze that even harder.
Not sure on what to do now Tracey just stood there as he continued to squeeze her breasts, she knew she'd lost the high ground now that she was naked and although she was fairly sure he was joking with his comments about taking her across the road she wasn't entirely sure, so she thought it was probably better not to antagonise him.
To her relief he removed his hands from her and with a laugh,
“Well time enough for that later, let's get you checked over then young lady, open your mouth for me, as wide as you can.”
She was confused, why did he want her to do that? He obviously wasn't used to a girl delaying on an order though and gave her cheek a small but hard enough slap to make her do as she was told and open her mouth wide. To her surprise he inserted two fingers deep inside her mouth and started to feel around, brushing the fingers along her teeth and tongue as he peered inside. She suddenly realised she was being inspected much as an animal would be and the feeling of humiliation was almost too much to bear.
Satisfied with her mouth he span her round so that her back was facing him and placing his hand on her back he pushed her forward slightly and started running his finger, still wet with her saliva, up and down her spine.
She was relieved that he had only bent her forward slightly but the relief was short lived as he snapped,
“Bend right over, touch your toes.”
She didn't want to get into that position but she didn't want another slap either and at least they were too close together for him to be able to see much she thought so she did as he said and bent forward and was soon touching her toes.
“Now isn't that a pretty sight.” she heard him laugh and she felt herself blush deeply.
She jumped and almost squealed as she felt his fingers brush along her sex and then two fingers parted her lips and pushed their way inside her. This really was outrageous she thought to herself, he had no right to touch her like this, he wasn't a Doctor! But she couldn't deny the fact that she was juicing up as he worked his fingers in and out.
“I told you all you white bitches are just slave meat,” she heard him laugh,” getting all wet and horny at the thought of being taken over the road now aren’t you?”
She wanted to tell him that the reason she was getting wet was the fact that he had two of his fingers inside her but instead all that came out was a low moan which made him laugh again,
“I thought so, don't you worry then little girl, you will be in that slave centre before you know it, that's what you really want isn't it.”
She knew she should be protesting, pushing his hand away, standing up and getting dressed and running out of there but he was working his fingers faster and faster inside her, not to mention he'd found her clit and was casually slicking it as he fingered her, it was all too much and she suddenly found herself cumming hard on his fingers and shouting Yes at the top of her voice several times.
If she'd felt embarrassed before she felt doubly so now, the flush of excitement faded almost instantly as she straightened up and saw the amused look on his face as he idly wiped his fingers on the dish cloth by the sink.
“My my you are a horny one aren’t you.” he laughed and Tracey wished she could dive into the sink and swim down the plug hole!
She was still naked of course and that fact wasn't missed by the man who grinned,
“Well we know your excited at the thought of being a slave now don't we little one, now let's finish this little examination.”
“Oh please, can't I just go now?” Tracey pleaded.
“Go? Of course not now bend back over.” he snapped and she reluctantly did so hoping that he wasn't going to make her cum again.
He was more matter of fact this time though and she felt him kneel down behind her giving him a perfect view of her nether regions as he started pushing and prodding, squeezing and pinching. She shuddered as she felt his middle finger push it's way into her bottom and keep pushing until it felt impossibly deep inside her. Luckily though a few seconds inside her and it popped back out and a few seconds later she felt a smart hard slap on her rump and he told her to stand up straight again and to face him.
“Let's have another play with those tits.” he laughed and proceeded to do just that for next few minutes. He was making no effort to hide the fact that he was just a man enjoying himself playing with a pair of naked breasts, all pretence of a faux medical exam had flown right out the window and all she could do was stand there and let him play. The only sound she made was the squealing as he started to bite her nipples, hard!
While he was busy doing that to Tracey's surprise the door suddenly opened and one of the girls from the front office tried to push her way in.
“Sorry Mr Khan, I was going to make a cup of tea for everyone.” the girl giggled not taking her eyes off the naked Tracey.
The man had removed his hands and his teeth from Tracey's breasts and although she had been standing naked in front of a man for ten minutes she was suddenly even more embarrassed at being seen naked by another girl, het clothes were out of reach though and so all she could do was stand there and brazen it out.
“That's okay Emily, I've almost finished with this girl anyway, what do you think of her?” he laughed.
Tracey shivered as the girl let her eyes lazily travel up and down Tracey's naked body before she giggled,
“She's a beauty Mr Khan.”
“Yes she is, do you think I should take her over the road then?”
“Sure, why not, I'm sure they would take her and you'd get some money for her, would serve her right for having all that cash in the first place.” Emily giggled.
Serve her right! Tracey had saved that money up for two years, why should it serve her right for doing that!
“Look I really just want to go home now.” Tracey said with as much conviction as she could, which truth be told wasn't an awful lot.
Ignoring her Mr Khan said to Emily,
Is her money still on my desk?”
“No Sir, I put it in the safe, “ and then Tracey saw with horror the girl picking up her purse and taking out the remaining £1,000 and laughing,” shall I put this in there to?”
“Yes, why not, she won't need it any more.” Mr Khan laughed.
“So you are taking her across the road then?” Emily laughed with him.
“Well as you say she's a little beauty, I'm sure she will fetch a pretty penny at auction and I want my cut.” he said looking at the now horrified Tracey.
“Yes, your doing the right thing Mr Khan.” Emily laughed and then left the kitchen carrying Tracey's purse.
“Please Sir, I just want to go home, please let me go.” Tracey pleaded close to tears, this really hadn't been part of her plan for today.
“I don't want to listen to your whining any longer girl,” he snapped at her, “turn back around and bend over again, I want to do a proper internal exam this time.” and as Tracey did as she was told she heard the sound of his trouser zip being pulled down and she started to wonder just how much worse this day could be!
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