(This story takes place in the world of legalized slavery following the 34
th
Amendment. This story presupposes the reader is familiar with the works of Carl Bradford, Joe Doe Stories, Gentleman Mariner or Monkey Man66 the creators of this fantasy world. All characters are over the age of 18 and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. It continues the story of Mia's grading at the Big D Auction house. Many thanks to Joe Doe Stories for several excellent suggestions I may well incorporate into future Best Chance Auctions. This story is listed in "non/reluc" as there is no category for "slavery" despite the growing number of 34
th
amendment stories. Sorry.)
"I know this part is no fun, and you'll probably hate me in the morning, but you will thank me someday," Lois whispered as she stroked Mia's hair softly. While Merle continued to heat up the Jameson brand, Lois continued to try to steady Mia's heart rate. She walked around the branding bench sliding her hand down Mia's back, cooing softly, "Good Pony, ponies are proud of their beautiful brands." Slipping fingers into Mia's wet slit, being careful to avoid her already branded, left cheek, she smiled to herself. "How about a little something to relax you for a few minutes, sweetie?" asked Lois as she began rubbing Mia's love button.
Mia moaned softly but you couldn't tell if it was from the pleasurable touch or the blinding pain from the Big D brand. A quick scream and then darkness as Merle placed the second brand on her other cheek.
Lois cried quietly for what she had directed to happen, but she knew it was necessary to protect Mia from potential rustlers. She was drying her tears as she removed the gag from the unconscious girl spread out before her on the rack. Prof Atkins had cooled off the branding head and wrapped it in a damp rag before handing it back to Lois, who stuck it back in her purse.
"Lois, are you crying? I've never seen you shed a tear for a slave before?" teased Merle.
"No, of course not. You know the smoke from your brazier bothers my eyes." They both knew she lied. Her heart ached for this precious creature, who only a few minutes before had agreed to be her slave for the next four years.
"How did she do?" asked Tracy as she returned with Rebecca in tow.
"It was too much, I'm afraid. We need help getting her to the vet's station. The 'slave behave' didn't wake her up."
Merle gave a loud, shrill whistle and a shout that would have been heard over the roar of a NASCAR race, "HEY, JIM, I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE! It will be okay, ladies, Jim and I will get her over there."
"Not before I'm done treating this wound, you won't," directed the vet. "This has happened before. She should be okay to travel in a couple of hours, tops," she said reassuringly to no one in particular."
"Jim, hold her steady while I release the restraining bars. I don't want her slide off and possibly get hurt. Have you got her?"
"No problem. I'll slide her onto my shoulder like a fireman's carry and then you and Doc can ease her onto the exam table when we get there."
Doc led the parade to unlock the "infirmary", as it was sometimes called, followed by Jim carrying Mia, Merle, Lois and Tracy, both a little, teary-eyed and finally, Rebecca eagerly awaiting payment.
Once Mia was laid out face down on the paper sheet covering the exam table, the vet went to work. First, she covered Mia with a mylar, reflective blanket to keep her warm and then she slipped an oxygen tube into her nose. After checking her blood pressure and heart rate, she started a saline drip to rehydrate her and gave her a small injection of adrenaline. "Now, we wait," she said while Tracy stroked her daughter's head as the rest just looked on.
"Ahem," Rebecca grunted while fiddling with her tablet, "Can we do this now? I have someone waiting in my office. The auction raised $240,000, so the Big D is due $24,000. As soon as we settle up, I'll make the appropriate entries into the National Slave Registry, update her chip information and take back our collar. I assume you have your own collar for her. Will that be cash, electronic transfer or check today, Ms. Spaulding?"
"That's Mrs. Spaulding-Jameson now, thank you," Lois said coldly wondering how anyone could be so callous in the presence of a teenage-age girl in severe distress. "Hold up your tablet when you are ready."....then Lois's phone beeped and Rebecca's tablet chimed, showing the transfer complete.
"Okay, if you would please fill out this form on my tablet while I remove our collar from her."
Doc said, "I'll do it. I don't want anyone to disturb her yet." Careful to avoid the IV-line, Doc slipped the collar off and handed it to Rebecca. Sensing a slight shift in Mia's breathing, she slipped a strap over Mia's mid-section to insure she didn't awaken suddenly, try to move, and fall off the table.
Lois handed her tablet back and Rebecca read the data back out loud to verify everything was correct before sending the data stream to the chip in Mia's breast. "Name- Miabella McKinney, Age-18, Hair- Red, Eyes- Green, Height- 5'10" Status- Voluntary Indenture, Term- 4 years, Manumission- 1500hrs 7/14/32........What? Voluntary Indenture? She's a Slave!"
Tracy paused petting Mia long enough to respond, "No! She is a very special, brave, young lady, who of her own free will has volunteered to be of whatever service the Jameson Ranch has need of. She will very proudly wear their collar and set aside her needs to fulfil the needs of others. Mia and Lois have negotiated their own service agreement and Big D has their commission from the auction, so get on with it."
"Yeah, whatever," groused Rebecca then hit "Enter" to complete the Registry and then "Send" to upload the data to Mia's chip and left without another word.
Everyone stood in silence until Rebecca was out of ear shot, then smiled and clapped.
"Way to stick up for daughter, mom," beamed Lois, "but she will still have normal slave duties, as you well know."
"Sure, but I know she is up for the challenge and I was just sick of Rebecca's condescending attitude."
"Do you have a banking app on your phone? If so, I can make the transfer now or I can write you a check," asked Lois.
"Yes, I have e-Banking. I'm opening it now." PING!-PING! And it was done.
Doc glanced over and saw the IV was empty and the last bit was running down the tube, so she pinched off the line, grabbed some gauze and tape and set about removing the line from her vein and bandaging the site. "Try to keep this dry for 24 hours as I used a larger insert to hydrate her as quickly as possible."
"Unnnnnnnn," Mia moaned softly. Tracy smiled and tried to talk to her but she fell silent again. Waiting can be agonizing.
Lois walked over and lifted the blanket just enough to see Mia's butt and smiled. "Merle, you've done another perfect job. I'm sorry you missed out on your 'slave's kiss' so here's a little something for you to take your wife out dinner and maybe you'll get lucky." She kissed him on the cheek as she slipped two, hundred-dollar bills in his hand.
"Thank you, Lois, always glad to be of service," Prof Atkins replied.
Turning to Jim, "Speaking of service, thank you for taking care of my baby throughout this whole process." She kissed him and slipped him a couple hundred also.
"Just doing my job, ma'am, but it was especially enjoyable with someone as beautiful as her."
"Well, if you want to see more of her, you know where she will be for the next 4 years, the Jameson Ranch. I suspect you both have work to do so we won't keep you any longer. Doc, Tracy and I can get her into my truck when she comes around." Taking the hint, Merle and John said their goodbyes and departed.
"Is there anything else we can try to rouse her? Do you think maybe stimulating her sexually might bring her around?" asked Tracy. "It's killing me, knowing from my own experience, how much she is suffering right now."
"Me too," Lois added, "Been there, done that."
"Well, I can't recommend it, as she might begin to associate pain with pleasure but there are much worse things than being a "pain slut", Doc commented. "However, if you want to try it, I can inject her with a 'clitoral stimulator'. They are the latest in nano-technology and you can control her orgasms right from your cell phone with a special app. They don't interfere with normal sex but you can tease her, edge her, or bring her to full climax with a simple swipe on your phone. Great for rewarding or gently controlling slaves and they're only $300."
"Is this a permanent change? If it is, I would never do it without her mom's consent. That would be illegal."
Tracy squeezed her thighs together at the thought and said, "I'd have to try it first, before I could let you do it to Mia."
"You kinky devil, you!", gasped Lois, "I want to watch. Is that okay, Doc?"
"By all means and yes, it's 'permanent' if by that you mean it would take a 'clitorectomy' to remove it. If you are serious, Tracy, remove your shorts and underwear, spread your legs, and lean back against my desk. I will prepare the injection while you lather up. You will need to be in 'slave heat', so I can access your clit."
Tracy dropped her shorts and thong in a pile and started to finger herself rapidly as Lois looked on smiling.
Lois reached into the bag with Mia's belongings and pulled out the collar. "Mia isn't going to need this. I brought an RJ ranch collar that can control her voice to just whinnies if desired, so I think you should wear this one for a while. COLLAR!"
Tracy felt the old feelings rising and only hesitated a second before dropping to her knees and lifting her hair for Lois to put her in the Swedish collar.
"Now, SCARLET, go stand where Doc told you to and I'll watch over Mia. Don't make me cuff you, too"
"I'm ready," Doc said. "The first thing is to put this ring around your clit and pull it out a little more. It's a good thing you are so erect. Now I want you to pull it out a little more and hold the clamping ring there. Good, now a quick wipe with a local anesthetic...two...three...four...five...that should be long enough." This was followed by a minor prick into the base of her clit, and the injection was all done. "You can let go of the clamp now, it's done. Doc removed the ring and picked up her phone to open the app. "Now we just have to test it, PRESENT!
Scarlet stood up straight, hands behind her head, breasts pushed out, and legs spread beyond shoulder-width, worried about what was to come.
"Okay, stop, stop, stop. Let's do this right. STRIP! I want you slave naked in 30 seconds or less," Doc commanded...(the blouse, the bra, and the shoes hit the pile with the rest of Tracy's clothes)... "Okay, now PRESENT. That's more like it. This first setting is 'Teasing'."
