Sentenced To Slavery Arson

"Rough day, huh, Joe?" Joe took off his safety helmet and wiped his forehead as he looked at his colleague Sammy,

"Yeah it's been a little tiring, to be honest, Sammy,"

"What's up man? You know I'm here for ya!" Sammy shouted over the sound of a tele-handler driving past. The two men were clocking off after a long day of construction, working on a new office building for a World Order state contract.

"That's appreciated Sammy," Joe shouted back, "I dunno. I've just been a little tired is all," he began to quieten down as they got further away from the noise of the site, "obviously things are pretty tirin' here anyway, but after Maw died, I've just lost a lot of energy,"

"I'm sorry man. I know how much your mother meant to ya,"

"She was a special one-of-a-kind, you know? Got me through the bad old days all those years ago."

"Yeah I remembered you sayin'" Sammy nodded compassionately, "so whatcha plannin' now?"

"What do ya mean?" Joe questioned, a little bemused. He'd always liked Sammy. He was a good kid, but they'd never really had a proper heart to heart like this.

"For tonight. I was wonderin' if you wanted to hang out?"

"That's a very kind offer Sammy, but I dunno. I'm thinking I'll just head home and get some shut-eye." They reached their in/out staff board and clocked in their times. Freedom, Joe thought with a sad smile,

"I was wonderin' if you'd heard about the new product the company got?" Sammy seemed to be driving to the point of what he was getting at. Joe looked at him again, puzzled,

"New product?"

"Yeah. They said it would help with the guys' morale. Wondered if you'd be interested, what with your funk and what not?"

"It's probably just a new pool table or somethin'. I'm really not interested, sorry Sammy." But Sammy was persistent,

"I dunno Joe, I think you'll really like it. It's in the trailer!"

Joe hadn't even bothered going into the trailer that day. Normally they'd all meet up for a coffee in the morning before they got started, but today he'd just set straight to work and not really thought of much else. He'd had his own sandwich so he hadn't had to go anywhere for lunch, so he hadn't really noticed any changes or excitement.

Sammy led Joe up the steps of the trailer, which had a gross, run-down interior, smelling of old sandwiches and stale coffee. Joe wondered what the hell could be in the trailer that would boost anyone's morale? Sammy led him into the little corridor of the temporary construction, past the fetid kitchen area, towards one of the unused "conference rooms" that were ostensibly used for planning meetings.

Joe couldn't believe his eyes when he came in. Kneeling in the middle of the room was a completely naked young woman.

After rubbing his eyes and realising that she was in fact real, Joe saw with closer inspection that the young woman's wrists were chained to the floor. She also wore a collar with the construction company logo on it. She was blonde, with long silky smooth hair that fell down to her shoulders. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were perky and pronounced. Her butt was also not too big, exhibiting a slim athletic figure. Her crotch was completely shaved. She looked up at the two men and smiled,

"How may I serve you, Masters?" she exclaimed pleasantly,

Joe turned to look at Sammy,

"Sammy what the fuck is this?"

"She's the new company slave, Joe!" Sammy replied with a hyena's grin, "she's here to boost morale!"

"Boost morale...?" Joe looked back at the girl, who was just waiting for them silently with an expectant expression,

"We had a demonstration this mornin', Joe," Sammy continued, "that's how I knew you were in a funk that you didn't even hear nothing about it all day!"

"Demonstration...?"

"We fucked her Joe. And may I just say she was perfect!"

"You all fucked her? What? In front of each other?" Joe looked at Sammy with disbelief,

"Sure, Joe! Why not? Was great gettin' a mornin' fellatio!"

Joe's mind couldn't make sense of it. There was a naked girl, chained to the floor, and this was a good thing? He knew slavery had been brought back and had seen rich assholes peacocking around with their slaves in tow, but he'd never really got used to the idea. He was an older guy, from the days before the World Order. Slavery wasn't something to be celebrated. At least when he'd been growing up that was the case,

"Sammy...I...I dunno what to say..."

"Just try her out. Seriously man, she's amazin'!"

"I um..." Joe wasn't normally a man who faltered over words, but he felt his face turning red,

"Ah I know what it is!" Sammy laughed, slapping Joe on the back, "you like your privacy! I get it!"

Joe just stared back at him, really not knowing what he was supposed to do in this situation,

"I know you weren't feelin' very sociable this evenin', so you know what? I can leave you two lovers to it tonight!" Sammy continued laughing,

"But I'll expect a lovely greetin' tomorrow mornin' girl! You treat my friend right, ya hear!?"

The girl just nodded happily as Sammy sauntered off laughing, leaving Joe alone in the room with the girl. Joe felt very uncomfortable. She was very naked, and very...exposed...he felt his dick hardening in his pants but tried to shake off the feeling. This was too weird.

He approached her slowly, then said, "Um hi..."

"Good evening, Master!" she continued smiling her pleasant smile,

"I umm...well...sorry, what's your name girl?"

The smile faltered for the fraction of a second, then came the reply, "I'm Scanning Construction Company's Slave No. 6543. How may I be of service Master?"

"No, I mean, come on now, you got a name, don't you?" he persisted. He could see her eyes flash with fear,

"I..." she paused, "My name is...was Claire Jackson."

"Claire. Well it's nice to meet you, Claire."

She perked up, "It's nice to meet you too, Master!"

"I'm not, please don't call me that. It's Joe."

Again she squirmed a little with this change in the protocol. Things weren't meant to play out like this,

"Of course, Mas--I mean, Joe," she cringed inwards a little,

"How'd you end up like this?" Joe was naturally curious. He'd never met a "slave" before. At least not privately,

"Excuse me Mas---Joe?" again she blushed with embarrassment, not sure of what to say.

"How'd a pretty girl like you end up like this? You can't be older than 20?!"

The smile was gone now, "I umm, I just turned 20 last month..."

"But I don't understand? Shouldn't you be in college or somethin' like that?"

"I...I did go to college, yes..." she breathed, a hint of sorrow in her pleasant voice,

"How'd you get from there to here?"

"I was...I was a bad girl..." she murmured, lowering her eyes

"How were you a bad girl, though?"

"Well...it's a long story..."

"I got all night," he said encouragingly,

"Well...I was very different from how you see me now. I had always been a rebellious kid, always getting into fights and standing up for people. Fighting injustice and stuff you know? I used to wear my hair a fiery red colour, and wore it short and gelled it up so it kinda was like fire. I even had tattoos! So yeah, at college I came across a group of like-minded students, and we all agreed on one thing, that we needed to take down the World Order."

Claire shifted around uneasily, glancing left and right as she said this. Joe just smiled and said, "it's okay. Go on."

She looked a little more relaxed, and continued,

"So I was in this secret organisation. We were really just kids playing at rebellion, but we always talked about it, you know? How fucked up it was that slavery had been legalised and how we would set out to free all the slaves. And we talked about how basic human rights had been banned, even for free people. This wasn't something we were taught at college or school of course, but one of my friends had a bunch of old banned books that we read to each other. Books talking about freedom and equality and all sorts of dangerous stuff..."

Joe sighed a little, thinking how old he must be now that a whole generation had grown up without concepts of freedom and equality,

"...they opened our eyes. Made us see how things didn't used to be this way. Then we started talking about the World Order, and how it was a bunch of rich scumbags running everything and telling us all what to do. We talked about bringing democracy back, elections, free speech, you know? Probably pretty silly now, but when I was younger it had been important." Claire gulped a little, clearly pained by the memories, but Joe ushered her on to keep going,

"Anyway. There was this college administrator asshole we saw flaunting his slave-girl around the college campus literally buck naked. We realised this was so fucked up, cos she was basically our age. So we hatched a plan to take revenge on him, you know? So one night, just after he'd finished work, we broke into his office and set his desk on fire."

Joe laughed, approving of the girl's tenacity. Claire smiled the first genuine smile he'd seen from her,

"We'd been smart you know? Covering our tracks, making sure they couldn't tell who did it, but I guess we weren't as secret as we thought we were," she gritted her teeth, lowering her voice darkly, "I don't even know who it was, but somebody in the group snitched. The next meeting got disrupted by police and we were all arrested. I never saw any of my friends again," she sobbed.

"So yeah, after that. I got charged for arson and sentenced to 200 years of slavery. They stripped me and lasered off my tattoos," she winched at the painful memory, "but before the auction I got programmed."

"Programmed?" Joe asked,

"Most slaves don't need it, but whoever snitched on us made sure to mention all the seditious material we'd been reading. Programming is to make sure people with rebellious thoughts don't harm their owners."

Claire went quiet for a while, her chest rising up and down as she breathed,

"It's...torture...they lock you in an empty cell day after day with barely any food or water. There's no sunlight. Just the same four horrible walls. Then they take you out and "teach" you."

"First they would show me a video telling me what a bad girl I was for having such dangerous thoughts. Then the video would talk about my new purpose in life, how I'm now an object to be used in any way my owner likes. That I didn't have a name or a personality anymore. Then when the video would end, both men and women would come in and fuck me. It was all part of the training I guess. I'd be fucked in every way possible. I'd be roped up in shibari poses, I'd be spanked, whipped, flogged, tickled. I got electro-shocked, had my nipples clamped, I'd eat people out...I'd...I..."

Again she paused, but this time she blushed,

"They do this to condition you. I...I like it all now, you know? It makes me wet just thinking about it...After a few months of this they determined that I was ready for sale. Just before my 20th birthday I got bought up by Scanning Construction and after a couple week's initiation, here I am."

Joe looked at this wretched girl and felt tremendous pity for her, "I'm sorry Claire. I'm sorry you've had to go through all this."

"It's okay," she sniffed, "thanks so much for listening to my story. I never thought I would meet anyone who cared,"

Joe nodded, feeling resolute, "Is there anything I can do?"

She looked up at him, surprised, "I...I don't know." She looked away in thought, "I...I guess you could offer to purchase me from the company? I don't know how that would work though."

"How much did they pay to buy you?"

She gulped, clearly nerve-wracked by this new development in her life, "$400,000."

Joe whistled, "Okaay,"

"Okay?"

"I'll need to think of something," he sighed, "that's a lot of money,"

"Please don't worry yourself about it!" Claire exclaimed, "this is my life now. And to be honest I could have ended up so much worse. The company have been nice to me so far."

"Getting fucked every morning by a bunch of construction workers is nice?"

"Believe me, Mas--Joe, this is the best I could ever hope for."

"I can't just leave you like this. I have to do somethin'!"

"Joe, please no! You'll just get in trouble!" Claire cautioned. Joe smiled, noticing she'd not attempted to say "Master" this time.

"I really appreciate your concern, but unless you can afford to buy me from the company, there's nothing you can do. So far they've fed me, provided me with a bed and bathroom...a lot of slaves get a lot worse."

"I could help you escape...?"

Claire looked terrified, looked around them and whispered, "Joe don't! Don't even talk about it! I have a tracking chip inside me so they know where I am at all times. If I attempt to remove it in anyway they'll also know. Please I'm..." she gulped, "...I'm happy here. It's not how I thought my life would turn out but I've made the best of it. Please don't ruin your own life just for me!"

Joe hated this. Hearing how awfully Claire had been treated, for such a stupid childish prank, made his blood boil. He wanted to tear down the system too now. But he was just some old tired construction worker. What the hell could he do?

"Okay," he sighed, "I won't do anything stupid. But I will talk to the foreman about a possible purchase."

She settled down again, relieved,

"Thank you Joe, that's very sweet."

"So...what happens now?" he asked. Surely they wouldn't chain her up like this all night?

"Once work's all done the foreman will come and release me," Claire explained, "I'll be taken over to my bedroom where I can clean myself up, get some food and sleep. Seriously Joe it's a better life than a lot of other slaves get."

"Okay. I guess I'll leave now then? Don't want people getting suspicious."

"No problem Joe. I'm used to being left on my own like this."

"Well," he got up, not really sure what to do with himself. There was a naked chained-up girl in front of him and he was just meant to leave her? "I guess I'll go..." He made for the door,

"Joe! Wait!" he heard her call him from behind his back. He span around,

"Yes Claire?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this but," she was beetroot red, "can you fuck me, please?"

Now it was Joe's turn to go bright-red, "Sorry?!"

"I hate that they made me like this," she looked down sheepish, "but I'm pretty wired. I feel horny a lot of the time and with my hands chained up like this," she lifted her arms to show she could barely lift them off the ground, "I don't have any way to alleviate the tension."

Joe looked at her; this pretty young thing, naked and horny and good god the desire of any hot-blooded man, literally offering herself to him, and he absolutely hated the idea of fucking her,

"Claire, I don't know..."

"It wouldn't even need to be sex! Just a hand-job would be fine!" she explained,

"This is so..." he began,

"Fucked up?" she finished,

"Yeah."

"I know it is! But please Joe. If it's not you it'll be the foreman in a few hours anyway. At least with you I'll..." she didn't dare look him in the eyes, "I'll enjoy it."

"Well I..." he stammered. He approached her, ashamed but equally horny. He felt his prick straining in his pants. He knelt down beside her, readying his hands. He suddenly noticed how hard and rough his hands were compared to her soft pale skin,

"Please Joe," she pleaded with big puppy eyes.

Joe reached down and felt his way towards her vulva, feeling embarrassed for her but also exhilarated. He supposed the company had done a good job boosting company morale after all. When he reached her sex, he found that she was already delightfully moist. She gasped with delight at his digit's penetration, as his thick rough fingers played around with her labia before reaching her clitoris. She squealed in ecstasy as he pinched it, and reached up to kiss him on the chin (the only part she could reach).

Overwhelmed, Joe lowered himself down and kissed her in return. The gentle kiss quickly transformed into a maelstrom of kisses as the two began to go at each other with intensity. He found himself undoing his fly as they kissed, rolling into each other's pleasure as the kisses exacerbated their arousal.

His fully erect penis was now out in the open air, and it wasn't long before he began to stick it up inside. She gasped, breathing inwardly as he entered her. He fell on top of her as she collapsed to the floor. He was between her legs now, thrusting back and forth as she gave into her pleasure. She writhed in her chains as he fucked her and kissed her and grabbed at her naked breasts. Her legs bounced up and down against the floor as though she were on top of a volcano erupting. She might as well have been, as she orgasmed with the same magnitude, screaming with delight. Joe managed to pull out in time, cumming all over Claire's chest. Hot and flustered, he collapsed to the floor, only just remembering to slot his still sopping wet prick back in his pants.

They lay next to each other, breathing heavily. It was minutes before either of them had any energy to talk,

"Thank you Joe," Claire gasped. She clambered back up to her kneeling position and noticed the crusting semen on her chest and stomach, "you know you don't need to worry about that. The company had my tubes tied when I was purchased."

That changed the mood a little, Joe grimaced. Hoisting himself up, he looked at her, "You can't have children?"

She looked at him with sorrow in her eyes, "it was an option for the company when they purchased me. They didn't want to risk it I guess."

"I'm sorry."

She smiled at him a soft, sorrowful smile, "Don't worry about it. When I was a little rebel I didn't want kids anyway," she winked at him, but he could tell she hated that this had been taken from her too. He held his hand up and stroked her face. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle touch,

"Joe, really. Thank you for...well all of it," she smirked, embarrassed but genuine,

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked,

"Hey you know where to find me," she giggled. Joe liked hearing her laugh like that. It was hard to pull himself away from her, but he knew if he stayed any longer it would seem suspicious, so he finally forced himself out.

The next morning, just before they were about to reach the trailer, Sammy caught up with Joe,

"So how'd it go last night, loverboy?" he chuckled, jabbing him playfully with his elbow,

"It was good," Joe answered with a smile, "really good."