Home Again

"You shouldn't be." He grumbled, he couldn't help but look at her, she was so beautiful, exuding sexuality. He was ashamed of the way this made him feel, this was his little girl, but now she was something else. Something that aroused him. "My god." He thought to himself he could feel his penis hardening, he felt like he was a horrible person for feeling like this. He couldn't help but look at her perfect B Cup breasts, and it was then he noticed her brand. "What is that?" he insisted.

"I'm sorry I've never mentioned it; it's called a Slave Star. Its given to the most outstanding slave trainee." She had been proud of it but then she realized what it must sound like to her father and looked away.

"I don't know what to think about that."

"Its really because you raised me to be strong, I learned what they wanted me to, but I took every punishment they imposed and didn't break in the end. You know where I trained, they like to say they only turn out slaves, but I walked out of there a free woman to their great surprise."

There was a slight smile on his face, "OK Pumpkin."

The Mr. Davis returned and chimed in "OK here is your claim ticket and if you change your mind on sending her to the auction block her you can come in and sign the paperwork." It looked like her father was going to kill the manager as he grabbed the claim ticket and put it in his wallet.

"If you are concerned there are options." Interjected the black man.

"What are you talking about?" her father replied in a quivering voice. Claire's ears perked up at this.

"Some parents enslave their daughter's as a form of protection. They become not just parent, but their owner, so that they cannot be sold to anyone since they have clear title and any attempt to sell them would be considered theft and even an auction would be declared invalid."

"What the hell are you suggesting?" Demanded her father, showing anger but not wishing to let anyone know that the idea had interested him.

"She would be registered as a full and real slave, but you would be listed has her owner. Her chip would list all that so that no one could take her."

He father became enraged, "You think I want to have my daughter naked, collared and branded within my own house?"

"Actually, most of the so-called rules for slaves is more tradition than actually the law. Governments don't want interfere with people's property, except for protection of slave from excesses. You wouldn't have to do any of that but she would have to wear a collar. However, there is a company that makes a thin ring collar, its legal as a collar but it looks more like jewelry."

Her father was becoming upset, his face was getting red but she also noticed through the bars he had an erection. She realized he was having problems divorcing Claire, his daughter, from the slave she appeared as. He was fighting a emotional war inside himself between his fatherly love, and his carnal love that had just now appeared from out of nowhere in her naked form, and he didn't know how to handle it.

The manager interjected again, "Sir, I will let your daughter out of the kennel and you can inspect her better and consider your options. There are foldable chairs over there if you want to sit down and a room for sexual use of slaves in at the end." At that the middle-aged parent became upset again, but not angry.

The black man left them to talk. Her beloved daddy sat down in her kennel on one of the chairs. He looked at her, with, pity, with sadness, and yes, some lust that terrified him. Claire stood before him like a slave ready for instruction, but she didn't even realize she was doing that. Finally, he spoke, "What do you want pumpkin?" Using his nickname for her, though it had been years since he last used it. "Tell me, I don't think I can understand this and I don't think I ever could. I don't know what to do." He started sobbing quietly. (*)

"I don't plan on becoming a slave, but I feel different in here. Right now, this feel safe, I got very stressed with a misunderstanding that happened earlier but when I'm in here I feel better. I know its because of my training but once I leave and go home, I will get better and more like the daughter you remember."

"I don't know when I can come back to get you, it could be a week. I don't really want to drive now but I have to get home to your mother." He said quietly. "I think it will be hard to come back again and see you like this. Even if its just to bring you home. But I will come back." He was bearing a great weight of guilt and was uncertain how to deal with it.

Her father went to the door to the main store and called out that they were finished. The Mr. Davis arrived, "Now you should be warned, I she is left here over thirty days she will come under the 'unclaimed merchandise law' and be sold at auction. Now we do have a digital version of the claim ticket so if you lose it, you can still claim her, but you would need both your ID's and her birth certificate."

Claire interjected and asked, "Can I still release myself, since I was the one who brought myself here and agreed to stay, and not my dad?"

"Not for ten days since a claim ticket has been issued. There is also an option that you or your father can 'rent' yourself out as a slave and leave the kennels. You would have to be passed to an approved mature master who already has a slave, or an organization like a care home."

"How long would that last? If I was there past the thirty-day mark then what?" Claire wanted to know her possible future. She was scared and curious.

"You can do it the full thirty days, but it has to be a minimum of 4 days. If you really like your master you can make it official and be sold to them, but they can also send you back if your unsatisfactory. After thirty days, if you've been with the approved master for at least 14 days he can claim you, but otherwise you would be sent to the auction block automatically."

All Claire could say was, "Yes sir." She felt more like a slave again, feeling like she had lost her dad. That she had walked away from her family.

"Now sir, have you come to a decision about either parental enslavement or just sending her to the auction block?"

"Yes, I have and there is no way in hell that is happening." He said in barely controlled rage, against the manager, against the world, and against himself.

"I know it can be hard to see your daughter as anything but a slave now, are you certain you wouldn't prefer to let her be what she is and sell her? Are you sure you won't change your mind?"

Claire quickly interjected "He won't, and you'd better not push him sir, you won't want to see him any more angry." The manager cleared his throat and they both walked out. Claire worried, had what she had done ruined everything, maybe the manager was right? She slumped on the mattress in the fetal position and cried.

The next day Claire woke up in the pen. There was no soft sunlight peaking into the kennel of slave girl Claire but the turning on of florescent lights. She was not dreaming of the safety and happiness of a cage; she actually was in one. She did feel its protection, and she felt wrapped in a layer of obedience and sexual fulfillment. Her hand stretched out above her to feel its bars of safety, the cold metal against her hand making her content. The very feeling of her pen made her body shiver in excitement and her sex responded with pleasure at her confinement. Quickly the lights of the kennels penetrated Claire's eyes and it was not a dream, she was in a warm embrace of slavery.

She got up to drink from the water bowl and use the litter box. She was surprised how well, and how quickly she had adjusted to being in a slave pen again. She decided to do some slave exercises to loosen up, she felt almost calm in here, she even found herself repeating her slave mantras. A sales clerk showed up to open the kennels was surprised to see her there. "I didn't know there was a slave delivery."

Claire wasn't offended by the suggestion but simply said, "I'm not a slave, didn't the manager tell you? Where is he? Look, just read my chip."

"He had to go to the Department of Slave Affairs to make sure everything was in order."

"OK, look just read my chip that should clear everything up."

He went back through the door to the main store and brought the chip reader. Placing it close to her left breast through the bars it beeped and he read the display, "Oh, yes I see your Paroled with a Hold, then why are you here?"

"The company wanted to show me off as example of their product." Claire did feel proud to be a shown like a prize thoroughbred. She was starting to realize what was happening but didn't want to fight it, because it would make it harder to stay here. Besides it was fun.

He looked at the reader again "Wow Prime Plus, no wonder they want to parade you around, why are you still free?"

"I'm not interested in being a slave." At least not right now she said to herself.

"Is that a slave star, I've never seen one in person." Claire turned so he could see it better. "Your wasting your talents, you'd make someone very happy. I know I would be."

"Thank you." Claire replied, knowing that right now he could be completely happy being a slave. She could just let her slave mind take control, start a new life, maybe it would help her family let her go, let her dad forget the pain she caused him. It didn't take long for her to realize that wasn't going to heal her family, they would be heartbroken. She had to go home for them, if not for herself. If she really needed to be a slave, it could wait a few years.

The manager showed up an hour later and greeted her with a smile. "How's our prize slave today?" Claire just smiled and said she was fine, not bothering to correct him. He then moved to the back and opened the loading dock. Soon Claire could hear a truck backing up with a Beep, Beep, Beep, followed by the opening of a rolling door along with shouts and cages being unlocked. Rapidly five slave girls were being hurried into kennels to the sound of whips. Someone more senior than the store manager gave a short speech, "Todays the big day, grand opening of out new store, one of you will be auctioned at the end of the day and begin your new life." Claire found this exciting and erotic, reminding her of the time in York, England when a bunch of slave girls were brought in from a fire damaged store and were sold at a quickly set up auction, an auction that saw her nearly sold. The District Manager then spotted Claire in the pen and came over "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

"Claire 201 983 002 562 Grade Prime Plus." giving her full slave number "Paroled, I was invited to be shown off at the opening." There was a strange feeling of both pride and submissiveness the was she spoke.

"You sure you're not here to be auctioned? You probably should be." He looked her over and noticed the slave star. He pointed to it and argued, "Someone with that should automatically be a slave, she should want and need to be a slave."

The thought sent a shiver up her spine and her knees weakening, but she decided to act differently than how she felt. With a bit of theatrically Claire hit her head against the pen door frame, "I wish people would stop asking me that." Worry started to infiltrate her mind now, could chaos or a mistake send her to the auction block by mistake, as almost happened on her vacation? The more she thought about it the more conflicted she became, but the fact that she was conflicted gave her hope she wasn't giving in to her slave mind anymore. It was easy to find happiness in the thought of slavery when she was alone and in no danger, but misgivings grew when the possibility reared its head in the form of real slave girls and authoritative demands of what should happen to her.

They quickly got the slave girls herded into the pens and Claire found herself with a pen mate, she was dark haired, nice C cups, long hair and had a somewhat better than average body and a nice face. Claire was curious how she ended up here so she asked, "Hi, I'm Claire, can I ask how did you end up as a slave?"

"I'm Cherry, I was stealing from my employer and sentenced to slavery, I've just finished three weeks training and I'm so looking forward to being sold." Claire recognized the full slave conditioning; this is all this girl would ever be now. For Claire, even back in the world it stalked her, trying to enslave her. Here it was worse; the slave life was all around her and her mind quickly accepted it. She was trying to hold on to her fear to keep wanting enslavement at bay.

They made small talk, mostly entertainment gossip but it always came back to talk about slavery. Talking about what they would really like doing as a slave and what they wouldn't. The kind of master they wanted, whether they wanted 'sisters' or not, or even children if their master allowed.

After a few hours the manager came down and ordered them to juice themselves before they would be displayed for the crowd. Claire couldn't help but be nervous since she would be displayed as a slave to a crowd of people, maybe someone who knew her would be there. But she knew she had to join in and juice herself, putting her fingers and slowly massaging her vaginal lips, feeling pleasure emanating from them. She then moved on to her clitoris teasing around till it started to emerge. As she was doing that her other hand was caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She felt increasingly warm as she played the same game with her clit as she done with her nipples. Her other hand moved from her breasts to her inside her vagina, slowing pushing one, then two and finally three fingers in. She was coming close to orgasm when an order to stop screamed from her brain. Her training took charge and she would not allow herself to cum, she must be shown off to the crowd "in heat" for their entertainment, and being denied orgasm would also make her more pliable.

The Manager returned again several minutes later and using a whip ordered the girls out of the pens after unlocking them. He personally inspected each slave's wetness with his fingers, giving one girl a hard wack from the whip for not being sufficiently slave wet. He then chained them together in a slave coffle that attached to their collars then he ordered "Back Bracelets" and as each slave obeyed, he placed wide steel cuffs to bind their hands behind them. Finally, he ordered "Open Mouth" and squirted devoicing spay into their mouths. Claire remembered the bitter cold taste of the spray, this made her feel even more vulnerable and this could not help but feel both extremely nervous, and extremely turned on.

The were herded into the main store with difficulty, as the slaves had problems trying to walk in sequence, making the whole procession look rather comical. Finally, they were lined up in front of the display/auction stage and the Manager started his spiel. "Look at these exquisite slave girls, feast your eyes on them, feel the quality." The guests started looking them over, slapping their asses, cupping their breasts and feeling their slave wetness. Pointing to Claire he announced, "Here is something you don't see very often, that brand on her right breast is the mark of extraordinary quality. Means she was the best slave trainee, along with her Prime Plus grade that makes her the Rolex of slaves." Forgetting to mention Claire was not a slave, but as she was devoiced, she could not correct him.

Claire was surprised at first that she wasn't embarrassed at all, but then she noticed Mr. Edwards, a man her father was not on friendly terms with. Not actually enemies, but not friends either. Mr. Edwards was very much a loud and obnoxious jerk, who didn't mind making rude remarks about Claire even when she was still underage. She hoped he wouldn't notice her but very quickly he zeroed in on her.

"So, Claire we see what a slut you really are." He started to roughly massage her breasts. "Love to buy you and show you off to you father like this, or is he the one who sent you here?" Claire wanted to scream she wasn't a slave, but of course couldn't. "Show you off to the whole town, that would be a lot of fun, little bitch." Claire was starting to cry but he didn't care, he jammed his fingers up her vagina. "Fuck, you're a wet slave cunt. I've heard you can 'try before you buy', I'm going to talk to the manager about that." And he slipped away. Claire was relieved he was gone but knew he's was going to be back.

She saw the manager approach with Mr. Edwards and heard he say, "No, I'm sorry sir we are not offering that option on the slaves for this event, and we are only selling one slave tonight and which one has already been decided."

When they approached Claire, Mr. Edwards complained, "Look I'm willing to pay good money for her, even if its only for one day of use." Claire gave the manager a desperate pleading look to help her.

"Oh yes, this one." The manager decided to finally tell the whole truth, "She is just here for this event, She, isn't a slave yet and her father has a claim ticket for her." Claire gave an audible sigh of relief that the manager came through for her. This whole encounter had nearly given her a panic attack, and she had difficulty trying not to wet herself.

"Well that isn't going to stop me, I'll have her as a slave one way or another." As he stormed off Claire gave the manager a silent "thank you". She was a little concerned about his threats, but he was always talking big, and no one really took him seriously.

After about an hour of being bound and on display, the manager released them from the coffle and freed their hands, and they were ordered to mingle with the guests to supply food and drinks to them. Claire was glad she couldn't speak as she knew she would be nervous about answering questions about herself and her situation. The girls picked up trays of food and drink and moved around the room holding up trays for guests. Both the men and the women were handsy with the slaves and a couple pulled Claire closer to inspect her slave star. One had her turn around and chatted with his wife about how a brand would look on Claire, and if they should get a generic or have their own specialized brand made.

Claire had gone back to the sideboard to get more drinks when Mr. Edwards came up behind her, grabbed her arm and pushed her into the slave kennels. Claire was terrified because she knew what was going to happen, and she couldn't call out for help. And anyways she was as good as a slave here and there no such thing as rape with a slave.

"I told you little slave girl I was going to have you and I am." He taunted her. He pushed her into one of the kennels and undid his belt. "Suck it slave, or I'll whip you hard."

She took the small limp cock in her mouth and let it slide into her mouth. She refused to give him much pleasure, she simply let the cock glide back and forth in her mouth. Even this he enjoyed and he very quickly got hard. "Lay on your back like the whore you are." He demanded and Claire complied, feeling that she might be punished for disobeying even though she wasn't a slave. In here no one would care about the niceties of her status. He grabbed her legs and pulled her forward then pushed his small cock inside her. "Ya, fuck your tight. Better than I've had in years." He grabbed her breasts with his sweaty hands and roughly fucked the slave girl. Claire tried to look away but he got angry, "Look at me bitch, I want you to remember who fucked you and who'll be your master." Claire looked back at him but refused to look him in the eyes, instead concentrating on the bars right behind him. He very quickly came and squirted inside her; Claire smiled; she had barely felt him inside her. He then slowly got up and continued to taunt her, "You're a good slave, I'll pay a good price for you and you can have this everyday." He lumbered off unsteadily, then Claire got up and quickly used the shower to clean herself, then snuck back into the party.