The Legal Process Pt. 01

Prologue: Never Been Happier

The video begins with a static shot of a young woman with wine-red hair. She is sitting on a plush couch, a small coffee table before her. Sitting beside her is an older man, looking to be in his 50s, with salt and pepper hair. The woman is wearing a simple blue dress, with a knit shawl over her shoulders. A black leather choker adorns her throat.

The two are sitting close together, the man's arm over the woman's shoulders. For a few seconds, they stare at the camera, seemingly to make sure it's on, before the woman gives a wide smile and begins to speak directly into it.

"Hello. My name is Renee Sullivan. My Citizen Identification code is 135018117. I am recording this video to serve as my official testament to rescind my personal human rights, under the ordinance of the Self Determination Act, 69 US Code 101901-A. I am hereby giving up all claim to my legal rights, and submit myself to the title of Permanent Slave. I can affirm that I am of sound mind and body, and make this choice willingly and without any external duress."

She pauses for a moment to look at the man beside her, a look of adoration obvious to any watching. She turns back to the camera.

"Furthermore, I hereby offer myself as legal property to Professor Arnold Cavaldi, Citizen Identification code 789348870."

The man rubs her shoulder, returning Renee's adoring look, before facing the camera and smiling as well.

"I, Arnold Cavaldi, hereby accept Renee Sullivan's offer. Under the ordinance 68 US Code 101901-B, I attest that I am free of any felony criminal charges or social credit demerits. I recognize that I must submit the official paperwork for approval within 30 days of this video's release, and that I will only gain legal ownership of Renee upon receiving an official Deed of Ownership after federal approval."

The pair both visibly relax as the man finishes speaking. Renee wraps her arms around the man's torso, and they lean in to share a brief kiss. Arnold strokes a lock of hair back behind her ear, before she turns back to the camera.

"Now that that's out of the way, I have a message for my friends and family. I'm sure this is probably going to come as a shock to you. I've always been fiercely independent, and I know I've spoken very poorly about others who chose to enter enslavement. I honestly never thought I would ever want to submit myself to the control of anyone -- that I'd always be my own woman."

She again turns to Arnold, and continues speaking.

"But then I met Arnold, and as I fell in love with him, I started realizing the romance of truly giving myself to another. I now believe there is no truer form of love than to devote myself to him, completely, for the rest of my life. Please trust me, and know that I have never, ever been happier."

Her gaze returns to the camera once more.

"This is what I want, and I can only hope that all of you can respect that, and be happy for me. I love you all. Bye!"

The couple cuddle close together. Renee leans her head onto her owner's chest, and sighs contentedly as the video ends.

* * *

The video ended, and all five women sat in silence. They were all seated in a living room, each one focused on the tablet sitting on the cluttered coffee table in the center. For many long seconds, they were quiet, avoiding eye contact with eachother. Finally, one of them spoke.

"So, I suppose we'll need to find a new roommate," Diana said matter-of-factly. Her face was stern and unreadable as she brushed back a strand of dark brown hair from her face. "I don't imagine Renee will be paying rent anymore."

"That's what you're worried about?" Maria responded. The blond was curled up in her seat, knees to her chest, looking terribly distressed. "Your friend announces to everyone on the internet that she's throwing away her life, and you're concerned about rent?"

"What else is there to say?" Diana retorted. "She's signed the paperwork and released a public statement. As far as the law's concerned, she's property now."

"But this is crazy! She disappeared for two days, wouldn't answer her phone, and then the first thing we see from her is...this!"

"What's the big deal?" Yvonne interrupted. She was sitting next to Maria on the couch, one leg splayed shamelessly over the arm of it. She nonchalantly twirled a lock of her platinum blonde hair, and seemed more preoccupied with her phone than the conversation. "Girl got herself a sugar daddy and sold herself for the bag. Lots of chicks are doing it lately."

"That's exactly why we can't trust this!" Maria shouted, practically in tears. "Haven't you heard all the stories about women being -- being taken? They say men are kidnapping women and doing something to force them into submitting."

"Those rumors have been around for years, ever since the laws were passed in the first place," Sheena interjected. The diminutive goth girl barely took up any space in the plush recliner she was sitting in, but her stern posture made her intimidating in spite of it. She crossed her arms under her chest and gave an exasperated look to Maria. "You really have to stop believing every conspiracy theory you read online."

"Oh go to hell!" Maria stood up, hands balled into fists, and stormed out of the room. She shouted over her shoulder: "You can all get kidnapped and brainwashed then!"

"God, that girl is way too high strung. Just cuz she's allergic to dick she thinks every guy's out to molest her." Yvonne immediately took the opportunity to lay herself across the couch.

"Even so, I do find it strange that Renee of all people would do this. I didn't even know she was seeing anyone," Diana said, ignoring the other girl's dig at their roommate.

"Yeah, who is this old dude she's with in that video, anyway?" said Sheena.

"Um, I think he's her old psychology professor," Hannah said sheepishly. The mousy brunette was nervously picking at fuzz from her oversize sweater, and spoke so softly the others had to strain to make out what she was saying. "She was in his class Freshman year, and I thinks she's been uh, seeing him for career counseling stuff this past semester."

"Huh, I never heard her mention it," said Diana.

"She only told me a little about it." Hannah glanced up, before looking back down at her own lap. "But I don't remember her ever saying she was dating him or anything like that."

"Why would she?" Sheena asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "If word got out she was fucking a teacher they'd both be in serious trouble. They're only coming out publicly now because she'll be dropping out."

"I'm almost jealous, honestly," Yvonne snarked. "You know how hard it is to get a guy to commit these days? A slave collar's way more secure than a wedding ring if you ask me."

"It's just...I can't believe she'd do this," Hannah whispered. Her hands were shaking and she looked on the verge of tears. "She said all the time that those laws were awful and misogynist. I just can't-"

"Methinks the closet slut doth protestedeth too mucheth." Yvonne laughed at her own joke. No one else did.

"I'm serious!" Now it was Hannah's turn to stand up, tears already pouring.

"You aren't buying into Maria's bullshit, are you?" Sheena wrinkled her nose as her roommate's hysterics.

"No! I mean, I don't -- none of you know her like I do! She wouldn't do this!"

Diana stood up next, and pulled the terrified girl into a tight hug. She ran a soothing hand through the girl's hair. Hannah, lost for words, sobbed into the older girl's shoulder and clung to her, shivering. After several minutes, she was calm enough to dry her tears and step away, Diana keeping a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I just...I don't understand why she wouldn't at least tell me..."

"It's okay, sweetheart," Diana cooed. "I know you're worried for your friend. We all are. But just consider what we saw in that video. Renee looked happier than I've ever seen her before, didn't she?"

"I guess...yeah."

"I think it's best to believe her when she says she wanted this, then. As her friends, we have to trust her to know what's best for herself, and to respect her choice, even if it doesn't make sense right now."

"Spoken like a true House Mom," Yvonne said, rising from the couch and heading for the stairs. "Once you're done putting the baby down for her nap, you better start getting dressed, Di. You're my in for that frat party tonight."

Diana could only sigh in response, as Yvonne pranced up the stairs like she hadn't just said three different insults in one sentence.

"It's good that somebody's taking this whole thing in stride, I guess," Sheena said. She stood up to leave, but paused to pat Hannah's shoulder and offer a sympathetic look. "Seriously though, this is a lot to take in, but it'll be alright. You've got us -- most of us, anyway."

"Thanks guys. I'm sorry I'm such a crybaby."

"Nothing to apologize for," Diana insisted. "Just try to stay calm for now, and see if you can get in contact with Renee any time soon. OK?"

"OK."

"Now, I hate to leave you, but if I don't take her to that party, Eve won't let me hear the end of it." Diana gave a sigh as she headed for the stairs. "Looking for a new roommate will have to wail 'til tomorrow."

* * *

Part 1: A Party to Remember

Truth be told, Yvonne was way more worried about the whole Renee situation than she'd ever admit. She hadn't been, like, super close with the chick, but she knew her well enough to think it was super freaky. Renee had a huge stick up her ass about being "respectable" and had given Yvonne way too many lectures about her wardrobe, saying shit about how she was "demeaning" herself. That was definitely something Yvonne wouldn't miss.

Still, itwas super sus. About the only thing that made sense to Yvonne was if all that talk had just been compensating for Renee's own twisted little submission kink, and her man had finally fucked all the shame out of her. That sounded like something straight out of a porno, but it was a lot more likely than Maria's bullshit about brainwashing. Whatever, that wasn't her problem, and she wasn't going to let it ruin her night. Diana had gotten them both invites to the a frat party with a ton of hot guys, and Yvonne was determined to get blitzed and fucked into next week, preferably in that order.

To make sure that happened, she slipped into her sluttiest LBD, a backless number with a plunging neckline, and a hemline that would have driven her old church pastor into the grave. It went over her skimpiest lingerie, along with a pair of stay-up fishnet stockings. She topped it off with some hoop earrings and her tallest platform heels. While doing her makeup, she made sure her lipstick matched her nipples -- guys always went crazy for that -- and put on a light spritz of perfume. With that, she was ready to go.

Diana met her in the living room in a saucy, strapless red cocktail dress, and the pair positively strutted across campus. They -- of course -- ran into a few guys who tried to chat them up, but Yvonne had no time for small fries. The frat throwing tonight's party was filled with hunks from the basketball team, and she wasn't to be distracted.

There was already a crowd in and outside the frat house when the arrived. Diana flashed her ID to the guy at the door, and he let them in without a word. They mingled for a while, hit up a few of the guys, made chitchat over beers. After a little while Diana grabbed Yvonne's arm, and pulled her towards a trio of guys in the backyard.

"That's Kyle," Diana explained, nodding towards a guy who was very tall, very muscular, and very blond. "He gave me the invite, and I sorta promised to introduce him to my plus one. You game?"

"Oh I'm game," Yvonne said, looking the hunk up and down a few times. She looooved tall guys, and this one absolutely dwarfed her. She barely came up to his chest, and she bet Sheena would be right at standing blowjob height if she were here.

"Hey there, Di," Kyle said as he noticed their approach. Yvonne happily noted the way his eyes lingered on her chest. "Glad you could make it."

"Glad to be here. Let me introduce-"

"Hiiii sweetie, I'm Yvonne, but my friends call me Eve," she said with just the right amount of eyebrow fluttering. She offered her hand, and he took it.

"Nice to meet you. I hope it's alright if I call you Eve. Would you say we're friends?"

"I'd like to be friends..." she said in a breathy voice, biting her polished fingernail just right.

They hung out for a while from there, Kyle flirting with her every chance he got. Diana, thank god, was doing her job as wingwoman and keeping any other guys at bay. Yvonne had been a little worried Kyle might have invited Di to get in her panties, but the boy only had eyes for her. Perfect.

"I'm gonna grab another beer. Looks like you could use a new one too," Kyle offered eventually. Again, perfect. She'd been careful to -- casually, of course -- drink whenever he did, matching him swig for swig. It was a little trick she'd picked up that always gave her an in with whatever guy she was after. Plus, it showed him she liked to party, which was never a bad sign.

"Careful with that offer, Kyle," Diana interjected. "Yvonne can drink like a fish. She'll have you running laps to the fridge all night."

"Oh, I'm sure I can handle her just fine." He said it with so much smug swagger, and Yvonne saw her chance to attack.

"Be careful what you say, stud," she said, stepping right in front of him and poking playfully at his chest. "I can put any man under the table and walk away in heels."

"That's a pretty big brag. You willing to put your money where you mouth is?"

"What did you have in mind?" Hook. Line. Sinker.

"We've got a beer pong table set up in the basement. How about you and I play a round? For every cup you sink, I'll give you a hundred bucks."

"I could use a new purse," Yvonne grinned, keeping her hand on his chest. "But I def don't have the cash to match. Do you accept...other kinds of payment?"

To highlight her point, she tugged at the shoulder strap of her dress, drawing his eye right where she wanted it. Thankfully, Kyle was pretty sharp for a jock, and he took the hint right away.

"Why, yes I do. For every cup I sink, you'll take something off."

"Oooooh, I love the way you think."

* * *

Half an hour later, Yvonne was up to 800 dollars, and down to just her panties.

They'd immediately drawn a crowd down in the basement, once news of her wager had spread. That was just fine by her -- she might not vibe with Renee's brand of feminism, but she was totally down for the sexual liberation part. She was hot, and if the world wanted to drool over her, she'd be happy to claim the nicest cocks as compensation. Tonight, the cock tax was going to be paid by Kyle's -- with interest -- and it looked super yummy, the way it was tenting his shorts.

So there she stood, wearing nothing but her black g-string, dozens of college students staring at her tits as she lined up her shot. She and Kyle were both down to two cups, and she knew exactly how this would end. With a careful eye and a calculating aim, she tossed her shot up and into rightmost cup.

There were cheers, and Kyle pretended to be upset as he chugged, before slamming another Benjamin on the table. A moment later he lined up his shot, aimed, and landed right in her cup. The crowd erupted, and Yvonne did her best fake blushing before tossing back the drink. When the last drop was down her throat, she looked her target dead in the eye, slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her last claim to decency, and peeled her panties over the swell of her hip. As the frilly excuse dropped to the floor, the guys -- and few girls, Yvonne was proud to notice -- went wild.

"Looks like there's a lil' problem, stud," she shouted over the roar of the audience, still staring Kyle in his handsome, oh-so-smug face. "There's one cup left, and I'm all out of clothes to take off. Want to call it a draw?"

"I was thinking we'd double down, actually. If you win, I'll give you a cool two thousand. And if I win..." he stared her down, a hungry gleam in his eye that got her soaking wet. "I carry your tight little ass up to my room, and do anything I want with you the rest of the night."

The crowed oo'd and aww'd. Yvonne leaned forward, her heavy tits hanging over the table, nipples hard as diamonds and pointing right at Kyle's target.

"Anything?" she asked with a hunger that rivaled his.

"Anything."

"Can't pass up an offer like that." And so she lifted her arm, took careful aim, swayed just enough to make it a believable drunk slip up, and threw her ball wide right. It clattered off the table with a deafening pop.

"Guess it's my lucky night," Kyle declared, before reeling his arm back, and with all the grace of the basketball team's star shooting guard, sunk his ball into Yvonne's cup.

The crowd went nuclear, but Yvonne couldn't even pretend to pay attention. She drained her cup as fast as possible, slammed it to the ground, and sauntered around the table towards the man who'd just won her for the night.

"Well, a deal's a deal," she said, barely even feigning reluctance. "I can only ask that you be...gentle with me tonight. Sir."

"Don't worry, babe. I won't be."

Suddenly his arm was around her waist, and the world was upside down. In a blink, he had picked Yvonne up and tossed her over his shoulder like a caveman. Her ass and pussy were on full display to the world as he carried her up the stairs, to the jealous cheers of every man at the party.

* * *

When they reached his room, Kyle tossed her onto the bed. Just like he said, he wasn't gentle, and she fucking loved it. Nothing got her turned on more than being manhandled by a guy who knew what he wanted. Back in high school she'd had to deal with so many clammy handed nerds who couldn't fumble their way around a bra clasp, let alone make her cum. But right now, she was with a man who liked being in control, and Yvonne was more than happy to let him be.

"What would you like to do first, sir?" she asked in her cutest little girl voice. She stayed splayed out on his bed, arms above her head, batting her eyelashes like a timid little virgin. That always got guys ready to wreck her. Kyle was undressed in seconds, his raging cock bouncing and throbbing between his legs. God, that thing was gonna fucking destroy her!

"Hands and knees. Facing the foot of the bed." His instructions were clear and concise.

While Yvonne complied with a lusty moan, he picked up a small remote, and the lights of the started to dim and change colors. He must've had one of those fancy smart-LED setups, as vibrant colors started to shine across the walls. In her commanded position, she found her eyes drawn to the disco ball hanging directly in front of her. She almost rolled her eyes at how tacky it was, but then Kyle was behind her, and his big fat cock was sawing up and down her soaking pussy lips.

"You're so wet, babe. Did losing to me get you that turned on?"

"God yeah, baby. The way you just took me was so hot. I'm your sexy little trophy. Please, come claim your prize,sir."

"Gladly."

And then he was fucking her. Strong, masculine hands gripped her hips and held her stable while he pounded his cock straight into her. She moaned, feeling her inner walls stretch around his shaft. He wasn't slow, or gentle, or patient, and in seconds he was balls deep inside her cunt. Just as fast, he was out again, and then straight back in so hard she could taste him at the back of her throat.

"Fuck yeah, give it to me, baby." Yvonne tried turning to look at him, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted her head forward.