All characters are over the age of eighteen years, there is no suggestion of underage sex at all.
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Claire arrived back to the store in a cage, and she was defiantly not the same person she was when she first entered the store almost two weeks ago. Carol wasn't there to process her, and a man she hadn't seen before ordered her out of her cage. She slowly crawled out and stood up, keeping her head down in submission. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next and wasn't sure if it was in her hands anymore, or even if she wanted it to be.
"Turn around." he barked. She turned around and he released her cuffs from behind her back. "OK you're done your training, are you ready to be sold?"
Claire couldn't think clearly anymore. But she summoned all her strength and, slowly and quietly, said, "No Master, sorry, but thank you."
"Well you newly trained girls usually need a little time to readjust, I'll put you in the pens and you can think it over for a couple of days. Our stock is low again anyways so there's lots of room, and we don't have any auctions planned anytime soon."
"Thank you Master." And Claire meekly entered the small kennel. "May I ask a question Master?"
"Yes, you may Slave."
"Does Carol still work here?"
"Yes, she does, she'll be in tomorrow."
"Thank you Master, may I have her process me out Sir, as she did my intake?"
"Yes, I'm sure she will be glad to process you, welcome home slave." Then he suggested, "You know, you look filthy why don't you shower, wash your hair and shave?"
It was true. Claire did feel filthy, they didn't give the slaves any opportunity to clean themselves at the training center. It was probably just another way to degrade them, but Claire had barely noticed her lack of hygiene because of the intensity of the training. She looked in the mirror and it was worse than she thought, she was coated in sticky sweat and her hair was horrid. She turned around and the bruises from her major whipping were fading and the few single ones she received for correction were in different stages of disappearing. But those were small and less noticeable to her now.
The clerk called out, "And make sure you shave your cunt hair, Slave girls are shaved clean." She went to work cleaning her sweat incrusted body. She shaved her underarms, legs and then, with some trepidation, her pelvic hair. It took a lot of shampoo to clean her very long hair and the soap was very basic, but the shower made her feel more human again. When she looked at herself in the mirror again, she looked so much better. But looking at her completely bald mound, also made her feel different.
Claire laid on the air mattress and thought to herself. "Is this home? Am I a Slave now?" She tried to get her head together and slowly started remembering her life before. It seemed so alien now but she told herself she had to get back to it. To give freedom a chance, to see if she could still handle it.
She was able to sleep in late for the first time an over a week. Her kennel was locked so she had to wait till someone came by to ask a question. "Is it possible for me to walk around the mall?" she asked an older male employee.
"Well we do sometimes let women who are getting graded walk around before their appointment. However, you have to do it naked and collared. And you have to act like a slave, keep your head down if you talk to people, and don't be at all assertive. Even if someone wants to cop a feel, you can't do more than ask nicely that they stop. Oh, and you can't use public bathrooms so make sure you use your litter box before you go."
"Ok I understand." She used her litter box with no sense of degradation as it was an improvement from the training school where simple buckets were used. She didn't even care that he was watching her as she did so, she felt little need for privacy anymore.
When he let her out, he brought her to the service desk. "I almost forgot, a perimeter control has to be attached. You won't be able to leave the mall as it will shock you if you try and exit through the doors." He brought out a small metal box and locked it onto the collar and activated it. But this somehow didn't make her feel any sense that this was unreasonable.
She walked around the mall, but found herself feeling nervous. She realized she wasn't nervous about walking around in public naked, she barely thought about it, it felt almost natural. But she was apprehensive because she was walking around 'free' (as it were) with no one telling her what to do. She took deep breaths and told herself she could do this. She continued her exploration of the mall as she had seen very little of it when she entered it almost two weeks ago. She started looking in the store windows, nervous to enter one, finally she entered a classy looking book store. She started scanning over the book titles and brought one down to look at. Then a female store clerk came up to her and interrogated her, "What's a slave looking at books for?"
She looked down and replied, "I'm just having a grading and they let me look around. I'm window shopping for later Mistress."
"Ya, well, don't get any uppity ideas, right now you're nothing but a slave, no matter what you say."
"I'm sorry Mistress, I'll leave." As she did the clerk gave her a pinch on the ass, which Claire knew not to respond to.
She also looked at some clothing, to the biting comments from some of the sales clerks. At one place a young man came up and started playing with her breasts. He wasn't harsh on them, in fact Claire even found herself getting wet. Nevertheless, she finally said, "Please Sir, may I leave?"
"Sure, maybe I'll bid on your auction later." And left before Claire could tell him she wasn't for sale.
She went to the main door to look outside, and a vision of freedom. She made sure not to go outside because of the collar, but she was finding the idea of freedom intimidating. As she went back to the store the woman she first saw when entering the mall so long ago saw her. "Well dearie, it looks like you got enslaved and sold like I said."
"No Ma'am, I just got a grading and training, I'll be free this afternoon."
"Well there's still time to make it permanent, girlie. Maybe stick around a bit longer and you'll be on the block soon."
"Yes, Ma'am, thank you. Bye." And she walked back to the store.
The manager, Mr. Johnson was at the customer service desk when she came back to the store. He came up to her, "Well I was wondering where you were, I've finished your grading and you should be proud you've been giving the highest grade, Prime Plus. That isn't given very often and it so exclusive it has to be verified by three other graders. Everyone was quite impressed, and Roman House sent me a message that you were a "Star" pupil, that's an even higher award. Congratulations."
Claire was tongue tied, she wasn't sure to be proud, happy, or embarrassed. "Um, um, thank you Sir." She told Mr. Johnson that she had been waiting for Carol to process her out. What she didn't say was that she was feeling uneasy about going back to the world and felt safer here.
In the afternoon she was practicing her Slave Positions and recited her Slave Mantras. All of a sudden there was a commotion where the loading dock was. She got up and looked over and saw a bunch of naked, collared girls being hustled into the Slave Pens, their Slave Mongers were quickly scanning their chips and sorting them into their kennels. A nice-looking blond girl was put into Claire's kennel. Claire went up to her and asked, "Can you talk?"
"Yes sister."
"What is all this, where are you all from?"
"There was a fire at our store over in Hull, this is the closest Sam Store so we were transferred here."
"Oh dear, was anyone hurt sister?"
"No, the fire was in the public area so we'll be auctioned here."
"Oh, I heard there weren't an auction today, are they going to do it here?"
