America Mastered

Introduction:

A secret organization, known as the Fanatical Islamic Master Operations sect, or FIMO came into existence half a century ago as a result of the struggle for world power seen in World War II. Often referred to as “The Masters,” this exclusive “sect” of Islam has rapidly become the most dangerous and organized terrorist group the world has ever seen. The Masters claim Islamic superiority, and through carefully constructed propaganda, have led most of the Arab World to believe that the Super Powers, such as the United States, are entirely responsible for the political and social conflicts in the middle eastern nations. However, their entire goal was not to gain independence, or even a political foothold in the international scene, but rather to reign as Masters over the entire earth as promised by Allah. However, nobody knew anything about FIMO, for they were truly a most secretive organization. They have no known leader, or even a powerful inner circle, nor do they have a base of operations. They have only influence, and members seem to get their orders from the messengers of ghosts, always changing and disappearing, as if the orders came from Allah himself. Such was the mystery of the deadly terrorist group, until very recently.

The Masters gained control of all political aspects of the Arab World by 1962, reigning supreme from the shadows, and controlling any public figures like puppets who are unaware of their strings. Even notorious terrorist leaders and warlords were under the strong and mysterious influence of FIMO. By 1979, with out a leaving a trace, The Masters infiltrated other larger nations such as Russia and the US, starting with normal civilians and working up to leading figures of the government in 1982. By 1995, FIMO had strong influence over almost every power holding member of congress, the supreme court and the cabinet, and still not a single person had heard of the cancerous organization. So overwhelming was the precise planning and influential powers of this group, that virtually every law and diplomatic action did not pass without their wish. And still, the world did not know. The foundation had been set, and soon the plan would be unstoppable.

The plan was simple. The Masters wanted to gain complete control of the United States , overthrow the existing government, and establish a harsh police state controlled by the Masters mysterious center. From 1995 to 2005, FIMO began to prepare the nation for such a hostile takeover. All of the conflicts between any Arab Nations and the US were staged by FIMO, and all diplomatic decisions on both sides was swayed to their desire. The attack of 9/11, as planned, threw America into a state of fear, and they were able to force the government to create harsh security laws within the nation with little resistance.

After 2005, they became bolder, and instigated more terrorist attacks upon American soil. Quickly after, they passed laws within congress, sending many of the nations larger cities into a strictly controlled regime. Police forces tripled and personal freedoms were denied. Millions of people, for little to no reason were sent to internment camps, mimicking the terror stricken days of WWII. The American public lived in fear, and their government sought every action that would gain any control over security. This was the time for the ultimate attack. In 2011, The Masters struck. A perfectly timed and executed mass assassination took place on the morning of January 3 rd , leaving the nation without a President, any congress members, and without many other important figures nationwide. Many mayors and city council members were killed, and many judges. The US was medusas head, and its leaders and government were the thousands of snacks that protruded forth. In one quick and ruthless moment that changed the history of the planet, The Masters cut off the head of every snake the US had…

Chapter 1: 2007

Lindsay sat on her couch in her pajamas, wearing nothing more than light silk pants and a small cotton tee over her seventeen year old, lush body. She had noticed a lot more police around town this week, and her friends had been talking about how the government might be tightening their guard even in small towns, due to the danger of terrorist attacks. Lindsay had not really thought much about it until now though, as the evening new played before her steadily widening eyes.

“Last week, President Harvey approved the plan to tighten security around civilian neighborhoods nation wide, stating ‘the risk of civilian casualties being too high.' This radical plan will give local police units much more authority, practically enabling them to interfere completely with the day to day routine of the nation's citizens…”

Lindsay watched in horror as the footage cut to a scene of hundreds of police officers in what looked like riot gear marched through some city's streets. Then the screen showed too officers walking into a house, and pulling out the people living inside for some reason or other. Police were seen stopping average people for no reason, and ordering them to do basically anything they wanted. The new laws gave them this power. Lindsay thought of all the police in her town, and started to get a little worried. The reporter continued:

“This new set of laws gives local police officers so much power, that their commands virtually override all other laws or civil rights citizens might have. The President has stated the nation is in a state of war, and his goal is to make every city and town a small fort, running smoothly under its own new police force, and maintaining absolute order and obedience from the people… in the name of safety of course…”

The TV was now showing what appeared to be three black teenagers, one boy and two girls, being marched naked down some city street, onlookers standing by. The caption claimed the teens were loitering and the police had reason to believe that they may have been hiding weapons beneath their clothing, and that this method of maintaining security was rapidly becoming more widely accepted. Before Lindsay had time to wonder why the TV station was all of a sudden allowed to show nudity on the evening news, a heavy knock struck her door.

“It's the police, open up!! We have reason to suspect breach of conduct code 113 in this household!!”

Lindsay did not know what to do… terrified from what she had just seen, she slowly rose and moved towards the door. “OPEN UP – QUICKLY!!” Yelled the police officer. Lindsay hurried to open the locked door and stepped aside as 4 young police men stormed into the living room. “Who is home?” demanded the oldest looking officer.

“Just my family, my mom and my sister and my dad are in the other room reading I think.” Stammered Lindsay, becoming more uneasy with every passing moment… She looked over to catch one of the other policemen eyeing her chest hungrily. Her face burned with shame.

“Go grab the others,” said the leader to one of the men. He turned back to Lindsay, “We have reason to believe that someone in this family has gotten a tattoo, which is now illegal and warrants arrest. We must search you all, please remove your clothing.” He turned away and surveyed the room, as if expected the order to be obeyed immediately. When he turned back to find Lindsay frozen with fear, he barked loudly, “Now, girl! If you do not obey we will throw you in jail for a year!”

Lindsay was looked around, and shaking uncontrollably, started to fumble with her shirt, “ok, please don't arrest me…”

“Be quick about it” said the officer. Lindsay could not believe that she was going to be made to strip in her own home, and also could not think who had gotten a tattoo. She was slowly pulling off her tight Tee when the rest of her family walked in, ushered by the armed police man. Lindsay's two smallish, firm breasts sprang from the shirt in front of her parents and her fourteen year old sister, and she started crying with humiliation.

“All of you are to remove all of your clothing immediately, we have a warrant for a search. If you fail to cooperate, we will strip you and then walk you down to prison naked!.” The officer was becoming impatient and it showed. Lindsay's father began to protest.

“You can't do this, this is our ho…” But before he could finish, the commanding officer had shot him with a red tailed dart. The three girls screamed at the shocking act of violence, and Lindsay's dad sunk to the floor in a heap.

“I won't ask you again, begin stripping or it will be a bullet next time!” All three girls were sobbing now, and looking at anything but each other, finished taking off their clothes. Soon they all stood naked, hugging themselves in their own living room.

Lindsay uncontrollably eyed her mom and her sister. Her younger sister was just developing small pointy breasts, and her hips were still square and sharp, her mom on the other hand, had very full hips, a large ass and big round boobs. Lindsay started from her staring as she noticed a small black tattoo on her mom's right ass cheek. It was a symbol of some sort that she didn't recognize. The police had seen it too.

Quickly, the three other officers moved forward and snapped a metal collar around the mother's neck, then attaching a leash while securing her hands behind her back. “You are under arrest for the possession of an illegal marking. Come with us. With that the three men rushed the sobbing woman naked out of her home. Lindsay could only look on panicked and frightened.

Two men returned and the leader ordered them upstairs towards the bedrooms. “As for you too, obviously there is a history of tattooing in this family, and we must from now on monitor this closely. You will henceforth be forbidden any clothing at any time, and we will be following up frequently. If you do not comply with these conditions, you will be imprisoned immediately and without warning!” As if to sink in this point, the men came down with what looked like the two girls entire wardroom between them, and walked straight out the door. Lindsay almost collapsed.

Without further adieu, the policemen left the door, leaving the broken family behind with no clothing whatsoever. Lindsay looked to her sister, who had sunken to the floor and was holding her self and rocking back and forth sobbing. She shivered and rubbed her smooth, young skin, and wondered what she was going to do about school the following day.

The morning broke, and Lindsay looked at her alarm clock as it buzzed at her to wake up. She rolled out of bed and immediately shivered, noticing she was naked. Suddenly she remembered last night's events and began to cry softly. She brushed her teeth and walked downstairs, where her little sister was already eating a piece of toast, naked as the day she was born.

The two looked at each other, and crying held each others hands as they walked towards the door. Lindsay grabbed her school bag and slung it over her shoulder. It sat perfectly over her round ass, and she burned with shame as she realized how that would draw attention. The moved out the door, hand in hand, and crying stepped into the street.

The two nude teens made an odd site, standing with their bags, attempting to cover themselves with their hands at the bus stop. Lindsay gasped as the bus pulled up and the sharp jet of air was released on her naked chest with the opening of the doors. The driver could only stare. The sisters started crying harder and slowly stepped on.

Lindsay walked down the aisle and felt all the eyes from all the other kids burning into her body, and she thought she felt a hand snake out and grab her soft ass. She realized that she and her sister would have to split up, due to the lack of seats, and decided to try and compose herself. Seeing the nearest available seat, she gratefully sank down away from all the leering eyes. It was going to be a long year…

Chapter 2: 2010

The state of the nation had changed so quickly, no one had been able to do anything about it. With so many terrorist attacks having taken place over the last few years, certain major cities had transformed into war zones and every civilian lived in fear, and struggled to survive. The police had cracked down, instituting curfews virtually nation wide… and for good reason! At night, armed civilians fighting for constitutional freedoms rallied in the streets and attempted to push back the police controlling the towns. Every night gunshots and screams could be heard as broken cities writhed in anguish, their citizens desperately attempting to gain back some control. This was the kind of dangerous night that found Niki nervously walking home.

She had been working late at her government issued job. No one chose their own jobs anymore, for luxurious lifestyles were a thing in the past, and there were guns to make, and cities to repair. Niki worked as a secretary in the police department; however, she got no special protection from them. Tonight she was alone, and as she had already worn through her county issued coat, she was wearing only her approved daily outfit. She tugged the tight tank top a little further down over her ample, braless breasts, attempting to retain a little warmth. The shear top barely met her “skirt” as it was, though it was more of a single, short length of canvas than a skirt. She wore no shoes, they were no longer approved for issue…Underwear was also out of the question. Shivering, she warily eyed the dark street she was about to cross. Her home was not far.

Niki was about to step off the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze. Around the corner came five heavily armed soldiers. It was well past curfew and Niki was terrified. The soldiers, seeing the attractive brunette quickly moved forward, and the apparent leader gave a bark, “Hey! What are you doing out!??” Niki could not answer for fear. She knew there was little hope that anything she said would help her now. Two of the other men grabbed her arms and quickly cuffed her. “You are under arrest… Nicole Sorenson, for breaking curfew, This way!!” The man had already taken her limited belonging and found her ID. He quickly marched off the way they had come, and Niki was roughly dragged behind.

She was crying freely now, wondering what was going to be done to her. Her family would be wondering what happened to her, and she was afraid they would never find out. These days, usually no one did.

They briskly walked towards the detainment camp, where all criminals were kept in each city. By this time, the centers took up the majority of the cities they served, and were home to all the civilians who had broken some security law passed within the last few years. Niki was not a special case. Working at the Police station, she knew that hundreds of arrests like hers were being made every day, and she idly wondered how long it would take before the entire population of the united states lived out their days in the brutal camps. She had not seen one, but she had heard stories.

Niki arrived and was promptly shoved into a cell. A pre-recorded voice echoed down to here from the corner, “Prisoners are not allowed any concealing or dangerous possessions! Please remove your issued outfit and wait for further instructions.” Niki, sobbing with fear, had no other options, and after two more, less patient warnings sounded, started to take off her clothing. In a few minutes she was naked in her cell, and could do nothing but stand and wait.

In what could have been a few hours, a soldier came, and unlocking the cell door, strapped a metal collar around Niki's slender neck. She withdrew in terror and shame, but the guard had attached a lead to her collar, and unceremoniously, pulled her naked out into the hallway.

There were many soldiers milling around, all of them armed. Niki felt a burning shame fly across her body and into her face as she stood there nude for all to see, however to Niki's slight relief, none of them seemed to give her a second look. She was dragged, bare feet slapping the cold cement, through a door that led to the streets outside. Niki was presented with a devastating scene. In the courtyard were hundreds of naked women, all collard like Niki, just wandering or lounging about. Some of them looked like they had been there for a very long time, and others, like her, seemed as though they were still newly arrested and terrified. Women were being harassed by guards with long batons, and some were openly being beaten.

There was a huge wall surrounding the area, and along the sides were small apartment like buildings, almost like huts built into the side of the cliff. Niki's guard tugged her into one and she saw that it was truly little more than a room, as it consisted of a plain bed and a hole she sickeningly assumed was a toilet. The guard unclipped Niki's leash and quickly left.

Niki collapsed on the hard bed, and started sobbing. She knew that millions of people were living in this state nationwide, and also that she would very likely not be leaving soon. She was partly correct. A few months later, in January, she witnessed these terrible conditions become even more devastating.

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.