I almost didn't notice her at first. It was hard to believe that it had become normal to see women lead around on leashes, naked save for the collars that marked them as slaves. It had been almost a year since the slave laws had gone into effect. Go into debt or break the law and if someone paid enough, you'd be collared and imprinted with slave protocols. You wouldn't lose your mind, but you couldn't resist your owner's will either.
It hadn't taken long before you saw women being carted off in droves and slaved. The economy wasn't doing so well, and it was easy to get into debt and hard to get out. That is, unless you got out with a collar around your neck.
Honestly, the slaves made me nervous, not because I was in debt or a criminal. It was just seeing women treated like that. After a while I tried just not looking at them, and just ignore them like they would go away or something.
That was why I almost didn't see her. I saw the naked flesh and I turned away. Something pulled my eyes back, something familiar. I looked over and gasped.
It was Sofia, naked and collared. She was my younger sister's friend, and I knew she couldn't be more than 19. She was standing beside a tall suited man with her leash dangling between them. She was smiling, her light brown hair fluttering over her shoulders as she waited. It was hard not looking down to see that she'd received a standard slave 'upgrade' of large soft breasts and a clean-shaven pussy.
I stood there stunned for a moment. Sofia was too young to be slaved. I wondered if I was mistaken, but she was just a perfect match to the girl I knew. I couldn't help myself from stepping over to her and the man holding her collar.
Sofia saw me walking closer and she smiled. "Hi, Louise!"
"Sofia?" I gasped as the tall man turned to take notice of what his slave had just done.
"Who are you?" He asked coldly as he met my eyes.
"Who am I? Who are you? How did you slave Sofia?" I stammered, my natural defensiveness trying to drive him back. Sofia giggled.
"You didn't hear?" He laughed. He looked down at Sofia.
"Oh Louise, the college had some big debts, and well they had to like sell off the students." Sofia explained. "It was like crazy, everyone trying to escape until the police came in and started tazing everyone. I almost got out, but then someone got me from behind. When I woke up I was collared and imprinted. Then Master John bought me and gave me these."
I winced as Sofia thrust her massive new tits out to emphasize just what her new owner had done. I couldn't see an ounce of conflict in Sofia's face as she stood in front of me jiggling her massive new endowment.
"But she's only 19!" I stammered as the man looked me over.
"Indeed, and you're interfering with a licensed slave without prior consent." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. His words sank in slowly before I started to move back, and by then he'd zapped me through my shirt on my upper arm.
"What did you do?" I growled as he grabbed onto my arm. I felt a strange tingling from where he'd used the device. I tried to pull away, but he held me firm as I started to feel a bit light headed.
"Don't worry, it'll be over in a moment, the new nanites are very efficient. I'm claiming you as a new slave." He stated calmly as I felt a sudden rush of heat race between my legs.
"No!" I whimpered as I felt the heat turn into a sudden boil. God, I was going to be a slave! The very thought made me even hotter. I'd heard about the imprinting, but I'd never imagined it could be so intense. Even considering resistance started to make my stomach turn. It was wrong to resist!
"Please!" I cried as I felt the new rules of my life settling into my head. It was so artificial, but so real, so solid. I didn't want to give in, but the very core of my willpower was being quickly chained inside my head. I was a slave, this man's slave, and there was no other choice.
I stood still for a moment. The heat between my legs was all but ready to melt through me as the chains of my imprinting locked into place. I stopped resisting him. I wanted to, but I couldn't. In fact, I couldn't do much beyond letting the new protocols sink into me. It didn't take me long to realize what I needed to do.
"Please, master, can you let go of this slave's arm so that she can remove her clothes?" I looked up at John with almost pleading eyes. Slaves didn't wear clothes, at least not unless her owner wished it. I realized that I hadn't asked John if he wished me to wear clothes.