Home Again

It took some effort but she pulled herself out of her fantasy just as the manager, a young black male in his 30's whose nametag gave the name Willian Davis, approached her, "Excuse me, your store buzzed me when I went by and ordered me inside." She told him.

He looked her over and said, "I heard, why are you still dressed, and why are you not even wearing an approved Slave Outfit?"

Trying not to be nervous, or angry, she answered slowly, "I'm not a slave, I was just graded at your store in York, England, but I am a free woman." She took a deep breath to give herself strength.

"Come with me." And he took her arm and brought her to the front sales desk, "You should be naked in here anyways."

Claire was fighting to keep her composure, "I wasn't going to come in, your store ordered me inside. You just have to check my chip and I can leave." She was starting to feel warm from all the emotions churning through her. She felt she was losing control of the situation and she would be forcibly enslaved. But that thought started making her slave wet.

He looked at the computer display and read the alert. "Well here it says you're an unowned slave."

Claire was now fighting back tears, but kept trying to be assertive. In a shaking voice she replied, "If I was unowned would I be walking around without a collar?"

"In this weather you could hide your lack of a collar through coats and scarfs." He still didn't seem to want to believe her and definitely wasn't sympathetic.

She decided to take a risk and opened up her blouse and pulled the left side open exposing her left bra covered breast, and said, "Just read the chip please sir." Her legs were feeling weak, she prayed this would work and her chip information would trump the computer.

He brought out the chip reader and scanned the information directly, rather that the stored information about her in the computer, and replied "Yes your right, must be a system glitch, we're not fully plugged into the mall or the companies Central Inventory Control."

A massive feeling of relief flooded Claire, but in the background was a little regret, "Can you fix it please, then I can leave?" New she was crying a little, from her deliverance.

"Yes, I should be able to" in a few minutes he announced "All done, sorry for the inconvenience. Oh, but there is a "Hold Request" on your file."

Surprised at this sudden change, she anxiously asked, "What do you mean?"

"It says you were invited to the store grand opening."

"Yes, I got several e-mails, I declined."

"Well I see your grade is Prime Plus, and you received a Slave Star, I think they would like to show you as an example of the slaves we offer."

"You mean shown off naked, no thank you, I'm not for sale."

"Is your father around we could ask him."

"He will tell you NO in a much stronger language, along with a shotgun." She was trying to scare him, but it was also the truth.

"Can you stay till tomorrow, or just come back? I would really appreciate it."

"We're from out of town and leaving today."

"Well I can keep you in the pens, the slaves aren't being delivered till tomorrow."

"Please, no thank you."

"Just tell him your going home in a couple of days."

"I'm getting a ride with my dad; I'd have to get a bus or get another ride to get home."

"Or you could just stay and get auctioned." He suggested with some relish; Claire rolled her eyes.

"Can I just leave?" Our heroine felt the fear returning and she was becoming tired of resisting.

"Just call your father and tell them you'll get back in a couple of days."

"It's a two-hour ride just to get here so that's a lot to ask of him. Just drop it OK?" Claire was now frustrated and tired and wound up. "Do you have some place to sit down please?"

"Yes, over there by the lockers. It's the disrobing area for those undergoing slave grading."

"Thank you." Replied the agitated young woman. She walked over to the chairs and collapsed on the one on the end. "God this has been a bad few minutes, I feel like screaming."

The young, rather good-looking black manager came up to her. "I do hope you understand my job is to sell and acquire slaves, I have not treated you any different than any other prospect. By the way could I see your slave star?"

Without really thinking Claire unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it and her right bra strap aside to let him inspect it.

He bent over to get a better look, bringing up his finger to touch it, then moving it around the brand. This gave Claire a slight feeling of pleasure which she found was increasing. She looked down and realized he had pulled her right breast out of the bra and was playing with the nipple, bringing Claire to a state of arousal. Her slave training meant she no longer minded if people molested her, and she was more venerable now because of the roller coaster ride of her short visit here.

"When are you meeting up with your father? Maybe you can rest in the kennels if you want, slave naked of course."

That sounded so good right now, she knew he would find it soothing to be back in a slave kennel, safe and sound. She was feeling in like she was in a dream. She looked at her watch, "Maybe I could rest for a half hour there." And removed her blouse and bra without thinking, the manager walked back to the desk and retrieved a collar. Claire got up to remove her skirt, pantyhose and panties, and the black man came up to and locked a collar around her neck. "This doesn't feel like a plastic store collar." She remarked as she felt it in place, almost caressing it.

"Its not, its steel but it's easy to unlock." He reassured her. Claire didn't know if he was telling the truth, and right this second, she didn't care. "Could you stand up and let me inspect this slave?" Without thinking Claire obeyed feeling a tinge of pleasure at being called "slave". She stood up and bent over and spread her legs to allow him to inspect her vagina. His fingers entered her and he remarked, "Yes, you are very slave wet, you'd will fetch a good price at auction wouldn't you slave?"

All she could do was moan softly as his fingers invaded her sex. She almost said "Yes Master" but with difficulty blurted out, to her own disappointment. "I'm not a slave."

"Ah yes so you say now. But you might change your mind, or your father would be more amenable to selling you than you think."

Claire wanted to push against his fingers, she was so aroused. But she was able to draw enough strength to pull away. "I doubt it." She responded quietly. Turning around she saw a strange device behind the manager. She walked over to it to get a closer look, trying to change the subject. Claire looked over at a peculiar device, a large clear cylinder that appeared to be on gimble rings. What the heck is that?" she asked, intrigued by the appearance of the strange device.

The manager looked up at what she was pointing at. "That's a Self Enslavement Machine, popularly known as 'Tracy Machines' after a reporter who got trapped in on live on air. It uses pleasure to force a woman into slavery."

Claire was shocked, and curious, "Why the hell would someone use this contraption if they are going to be enslaved?" Claire couldn't help but find the idea exciting and dangerous, but she wasn't foolish enough to try it.

"It actually can't do that according to provincial law, but it can in other places. The real reason women use it is that they can win prizes the longer you stay in, and it gives outstanding orgasms."

"Wow." Claire went over to in in inspect it closer, "How does it work?" Claire couldn't stop finding this dangerous curiosity compelling.

"Well if the girl stays inside until she agrees to enslavement, then there is a pretty good chance they will accept being made a slave. Maybe they were looking for an excuse, or they think it's legally binding."

"So, she can leave any time?" Claire started to think of actually using it.

"Not quite, she has to stay in for at least fifteen minutes then she can use the safe word and stop it. They can let it restart again in one minute or leave, and have to wait another five minutes before using the safe word again."

"What happens if she says yes to enslavement?" Claire could not stop asking questions about this fear and pleasure inducing machine.

"Well she loses any prizes she won, and the machine places a collar on her and it flashes 'Slave' on its display and announces you've agreed to be enslaved. Its rather embarrassing actually, but I've heard of women coming back for repeated uses of the machine, and that can add up to a magistrate declaring a woman has 'self enslaved' herself."

Claire felt she was being dragged into the machine by a ghost. She couldn't resist, she wanted to know how it felt and how good of a fucking it would give her. "Are you sure it can't actually enslave me?"

"At best it can make you want to be a slave. Please I would love to see someone try it."

Claire opened the door to the capsule and put her arms and legs into position, the manacles locked automatically and she was placed in a spread-eagle position. Then two dildos rose up and entered her vagina and ass, followed by two disks that covered her breasts. She could see a small clock display that showed her progress. "The safe word is 'Banana', remember that. OK starting now."

Then the machine stated, in a voice that reminded Claire of HAL from 2001: A Space Odyssey, "Do you object to the removal of all body hair below the neck? Do you want to be a slave?"

Claire called out loudly, "Yes." then "No." Hoping the machine understands what she was saying yes and no to.

"Refusing will result in punishment, do you wish to change your answer?"

"No." She called out, nervous what would happen next. The machine then turned her upside down and the dildos started inflecting pain like the punishment dildo Amber had used on her in England. She screamed in agony, but she knew she could take it as it wasn't as bad as either her whipping or what Amber had done. All this was making her even more sexually charged.

Now the machine put her right side up again and moved on to its next step. "Do you object to nipple piercings, do you want to be registered as a slave?"

Again, Claire cried out "Yes" and 'No" and then she waited for the machines response. The machine then started having all the pleasure makers do their job on her. Waves of delight washed over her and she felt in heaven as she let herself go and embrace the pleasure. As a trained slave she could let herself go so much easier than regular women and even increase her own gratification.

The machine stopped short of orgasm and then inquired, "Do you wish to reach an orgasm? Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction?"

Claire was so close, and want to say yes to both, but cried out her previous answers. The machine went back to filling her mind and body with ecstasy. Her mind was no longer thinking straight when the machine repeated the same questions again, she couldn't answer and it now gave her both pain and pleasure at the same time. Before the machine could ask again Claire's body exploded in the best orgasm she had ever had, crying out "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

The machine went back to work, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?"

Claire couldn't speak, she was still in the afterglow of her massive orgasm.

Again, the machine repeated the questions, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?" Claire couldn't think so then the machine declared, "Lack of an answer will be punished." She was turned around and flipped over again, now whips appeared and started beating her entire front torso, from breast down to her vagina. She screamed at the torture and her eyes filled with tears and could barely see the clock that now displayed 13:24.

She was returned to the upright position. The machine inquired again, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?"

The torture had woken her up so she was able to answer, "No" then "Yes". And again, the pleasure was used on her. She was now so sensitive she started coming close again.

The machine stopped before she could complete her pleasure, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?" The timer now showed 17:23.

Again, she answered, "No" then "Yes". And again, the machine went to work bringing her to the heights of pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire that no water could quench.

Again, the machine stopped before she could complete her pleasure, "Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you wish for more pleasure?" The machine was now using pleasure as a form of torture. Again, she answered as before, but now the machine refused and informed her. "You're not allowed to orgasm until you accept enslavement. Do you want to be sold as a slave at auction? Do you want to orgasm?" The clock now read 21:40.

Claire was so close to a massive orgasm, and not being able to have it was now torture, she had no choice but to say "Yes" to everything. Now the machine went to town on Claire and her body was so drowned in pleasure, she couldn't breath. The world opened up and she felt like every organ in her body was having an orgasm.

And then the machine just released her, as she had a collar on already and the displays flashed "Slave" over and over and announced, "You are now a slave, enjoy your new life." She collapsed on the floor in a crumpled heap, delirious and exhausted.

The manager picked her up and up took her to a kennel. He looked at her greedily, "Well little slave girl I've wanted to fuck you since you came in, and now you're in no position to resist." He dropped his pants and pulled out his seven-inch dark brown cock. He pulled her head towards his penis, and pushed it into her mouth. Claire felt the cock enter her mouth, but her only reaction was what her training had given her and she started to weakly suck on it. Rolling her tongue around his cock was all she could do in her weakened condition. He pushed his cock back and forth in her mouth and it quickly got hard. "Ya, you fucking slave girl, you said you accepted slavery and that all you are now aren't you?" He then moved to between her legs and pushed inside her roughly, he wanted her to feel like she was just a slave for anyone to use. However, Claire had been fucked so hard by the machine she was so relaxed and juiced she barely felt the assault at all. The black man grabbed her breasts and massaged them roughly, while fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster. He pulled her ass off the floor and pushed harder and harder. He soon came with a "Fuck ya." And filled her with his cum. After a few minutes of enjoying the afterglow he got up and got dressed again. "Shit that was good, and maybe you'll have a black baby to remember me by."

He left but Claire had barely noticed he had been there, feeling like it had been a dream. She fell asleep for an hour and woke up feeling better but her legs still felt a little wobbly and her vagina felt well used. She decided to do some slave stretches and hoped it would bring her strength to her muscles. As she did so she realized all she could think about was riding the machine again. She pushed hard against the idea, realizing it could quickly become an addiction that would cause her to be enslaved. She couldn't help but feel secure and happy being in a slave kennel again, the manager had been right to suggest she rest here, even more so since using the machine had wiped her out. After she had finished, she called out to the Manager, Mr. Davis, and he appeared acting friendly.

"Could I have my cell phone so I can call my father so we can go home."

"I offered you a chance to sleep here and be at our grand opening tomorrow. Would you please, I don't think any one has seen a slave star before, you'd get a lot of attention?"

Claire couldn't help but like that idea, having fallen into her slave mindset again. She had realised what was happening to her, but right now she didn't want to resist it. The warm glow from her machine fucking still engulfed her, and her slave mind was giving her a warm comfortable feeling of happiness. She had started thinking of serving a master and she loved the idea, then she realized she was letting her slave mind go to far and pushed that part away. She decided she would just let herself feel happy and contented for a while. And she didn't want to make the long trip home again so soon; she was exhausted from her mechanical adventure and wanted more time to recover, and continue to feel so good.

"I'll call my father and talk with him, but I need my cell." Claire tried to think what to say, of course she wasn't going to mention the self enslavement machine. The manager returned with her cell phone and Claire pondered what to say. However, once she realized it might be easier to explain by text, she wrote this to her father:

Claire: Hey Dad, its hard to explain, but I'm at the Sam Slave Store in Cornwall. Amanda called me to go to a store but it was right beside Sam's and my chip got buzzed by them. There was a mix up but its fixed now. They still want me to be in their Grand Opening and offered to let me stay here in the slave kennels. I know its crazy but I do feel strangely OK with it. Mom told you abut my slave training and although I didn't go into details it did mess up my head. I don't feel like a slave but those feelings are a part of me and I have to accept them. I know this will make you upset but its OK, I'm not going to get sold or anything but there is a part of me that wants to experience a small part of it again. Please don't be mad about it. Text or Call me back please. Love you.

She pressed Send and said "Well here goes nothing."

In a few minutes her cell rang, giving her a jump. She picked it up fearfully.

"Hello Daddy?" Felling like a bad little girl with her hand in the cookie jar.

"What the hell is going on with you? You gave the scare of my life and now I have no idea what's going on with you." Her father loved her and was usually even tempered, and Claire felt terrible about what she's done.

"Please, Please, please calm down dad, its OK, I know it sound crazy, but we see slaves all the time on TV, its not that alien a world." She thought immediately that sounded stupid. "I'm not going to be sold or anything you can talk to the Manager, he'll confirm that."

She gave the phone to the manager "Good afternoon sir, this is the Manager, Mr. Davis, I hope your well." Claire could hear her dad shouting and smiled. "No don't worry we won't sell her without your say so, you can pick her up in a couple of days I guarantee it." more shouting from the other end.

Claire took the phone "It OK dad, I'll be OK, don't get so upset" then she looked at the manager "Will he need a claim ticket?"

"He should to be safe, but you don't really need them anymore."

"OK daddy, come down to the store and get a claim ticket for me just to be safe." She heard him say "OK" weakly, she though he might have been crying. "Oh my god what have I done; can I ever fix this?" She said to herself. "Maybe I should sell myself and let them forget me?" She realized that was a stupid thought, they wouldn't just let her go.

Less than an hour later she heard voices and realized it was her father. He came in and was shocked to see her slave naked. Claire was used to being naked but she realized this was a nightmare for him, seeing her as a slave, a sex object to be sold and used. "Its OK dad I know this looks terrible but I'm used to this, but I'm not going to stay like this either." She put her arms through the bars to touch him. No one had thought to let her out, but Claire wanted the bars to separate herself from what she had done to her dad.