Cassies Downfall Pt 03

This story is set in the universe written about by Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, GentlemanMariner, MrSmith27, Avicia, ZZchromosome etc., where non-hereditary slavery has been legalised under the 34

th

Amendment in the US, but this story takes place in the UK.

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18, and the entire story is fiction set in a fictional world. No human beings should ever be treated as property.

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Chapter 3 - Into the Belly of the Beast

Cassie tried to keep herself composed as she was led naked, collared and cuffed by a slave wrangler, with his fingers deep in her ass crack, through a set of double doors, her best friend Sophie trailing just behind in the same predicament. The doors opened, and she was then led down a long corridor with office rooms either side with long glass windows. Inside those rooms were what appeared to be regular office workers sitting at computers, the men wearing shirts and ties, and the women wearing smart dresses. Cassie marched past a few of them in the corridor and she noticed they paid her no attention at all, just a cursory smile to the wranglers. Cassie could feel the cold tiles on her feet, and all she could hear was the loud stomps from the wranglers' boots, making her and Sophie's little patters on bare feet completely inaudible.

Suddenly a naked girl being led by a wrangler appeared from a corridor on the right, and turned right to walk ahead of Cassie. It was then that she noticed a sign which read "SLAVE INTAKE ——>", and it suddenly struck her that she was about to be mixed in with regular, legal slaves. The girl in front of her wasn't playing slave for the day like she was, this was her life. And the only thing to differentiate Cassie and Sophie from the slave-girl was a red band inside their collars, impossible to see without removing it.

Finally they reached the end of the corridor and were led through into a room colloquially referred to as the 'Slut Wash', where lowly-paid interns (usually 18 year olds who would be more than happy to do it for free) scrub the naked girls clean. They were ordered to stand on two grates next to each other and then their cuffs were attached to a hook above them. Since their hands were cuffed behind them, this had the effect of forcing them to bend over with their arms raised high. Once secured, two pimply-faced teens came over wearing overalls, and a few moments later Cassie felt a small, lubricated nozzle connected to a hose being pushed into her anus. She was shocked at the sudden invasion, but luckily it was so small she felt no pain at all. The valve was then opened and she soon felt a strange sensation as she was filled with a mixture of chemicals and lukewarm water.

After a minute or so, her stomach started to cramp and she was barely able to handle the pain. Sophie was the same and soon the pair started to writhe uncontrollably, as much as their bindings would allow. "I-I know it hurts but keep it inside until I say", stumbled one of the boys responsible for administering their enemas. Cassie felt the pain rise and rise until she was starting to panic, but it was at this point she felt the boy reach behind her and close the valve, then slowly pulled the nozzle out of her anus. Cassie had to use all of her physical and mental strength to not expel the liquid invading her colon.

A few painful minutes later the girls were unhooked and the boys marched them over to two toilets in the wall next to each other, which offered zero privacy. "O-Ok, now err release the liquid", the same boy stumbled. Cassie was conflicted, desperate to expel the fluid and relieve herself of the pain, but horrified at the idea of voiding her bowels like this in view of everybody. Eventually the need to relieve the pain won over, and with her eyes closed she quickly released the waste, Sophie following suit moments after. Although crass, Cassie knew the reason for this was to dehumanise them as much as possible, and lose their inhibitions regarding privacy and modesty. It was certainly working, she thought.

The teens quickly pulled them back up to their feet and rehooked them, and administered one more enema. Though this time they used less liquid, and the girls didn't feel anywhere near the same sort of discomfort than the first enema. They were then once again unhooked and marched to the toilets to expel it.

As the last of the water trickled out of them, the wranglers once again returned to unhook and uncuff them, before swiftly re-cuffing their hands in front of them and rehooking their hands. One of them made a signal to a man in the corner at some sort of control station, and quickly the hooks started to rise in the air until the girls were left nearly dangling, their feet just about able to take their weight. As this was happening, the teen boys had left and now returned with buckets of lukewarm soapy water and a sponge. With the naked girls spread taut and defenceless in front of them, the boys quickly got to work. First they grabbed hoses, and started washing their hair. They squirted an industrial looking shampoo in their hands and started to massage it in and Cassie had to admit it actually felt pretty good, and she closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was in a salon and not spread slave-naked in front of strangers and being treated like cattle.

He grabbed the sponge and scrubbed her face with no concern for being delicate. Luckily, she had no makeup on to remove or he could have been even more thorough. As he worked his way down to her neck, he pulled the collar away from her neck so he could scrub underneath, and as he did so he caught a glimpse of the red band inside indicating she was just there for slave grading, and this produced a slight smirk on his face; It was always more fun when the naked girl he was manhandling was technically a free woman. Tomorrow he could see this girl on the street and she wouldn't give him the time of day, but right now her body was fully available to him and he could touch any part of her without protest.

He moved down to her torso, and after a quick scrub of her armpits, he proceeded to take an awfully long time making sure her breasts were clean. He tossed the sponge back into the bucket and used both hands to rub the soap across her tits, kneading them slowly and drawing out as much enjoyment for himself that he could. "My tits can't be this dirty surely?" Cassie thought to herself, as she was felt up like nothing more than a piece of meat. Trying to gain some control, at least in her own mind, she thought about how this boy would never be able to get his hands on a body this good consensually. It was a small concession however, because the boy DID currently have his hands all over her and there was nothing she could do about it.

He then worked his way down to her pussy, and as he soaped the area clean he reached around for her clit, trying to get a reaction out of her. Cassie could tell he was inexperienced but she had to admit it felt good, though she tried to hide the fact. He took any slight change in facial expression as a sign she was enjoying it and he seemed content when she closed her eyes. Moving round behind her he quickly soaped her back before moving down to her ass. He worked the sponge in between her cheeks and scrubbed back and forth, the second guy to have his hand up her ass crack just today. After this was done he tossed the sponge back in the bucket and massaged her ass cheeks in a similar fashion to her tits, enjoying her two cute round globes. Cassie knew she had a great ass, small but round enough that it felt meaty to grab and had a slight jiggle to it. She hated herself for it, but his hands felt kind of nice.

Cassie looked to her side and saw the other guy finishing off cleaning Sophie, and she was so lost in her own world that she almost forgot her best friend was strung up right next to her. The guy cleaning Cassie laughed to the other "Hey you've got to check this one out, she has a great arse", and he quickly came up behind Cassie and started playing with her ass. "Boys will be boys", she thought to herself as she was subjected to more humiliating gropes, but somewhat pleased with the compliment.

"Oi, get a move on" snapped a wrangler, and quickly the boys got to work hosing down the two girls, getting all the soap off their bodies and out of their hair. "Sam, can you help with this?", finally she knew at least one of their names, and the boy named Sam tried his luck again and came in front of her, then reached round to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She then felt the water from the hose being blasted between her cheeks to the amusement of the boy spreading them, their faces almost touching as they locked eyes with each other; How romantic.

"Do you let all the boys do this?" he whispered to her jokingly, before planting a kiss on her cheek. He then pulled in closer to her ear and softly he said "It's a shame I didn't get more time with you. Maybe I'll come and pay you a visit when I'm on my break". All she could do was maintain eye contact with him, knowing any responses back would earn her an infraction. He then let go of her ass cheeks and went back to hose off Sophie.

Once the two girls were fully rinsed clean, their hooks were lowered and their cuffs were removed from the hooks. Their cuffs were then removed and to their relief, they weren't reattached. "OK listen up sluts. For the time being your hands will remain free. Unless a position requires otherwise, you will show restraint and keep your hands behind your backs, gripping both wrists. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master", the two girls said in unison, quickly following the order.

They were then led soaking wet to a tall booth, walled on three sides, and Cassie was ordered to step in first. "Arms and legs out like a starfish, Ninety Five", and when she complied, powerful jets of air blasted her from every angle, and within seconds her body was dry. "Ok, out. Ninety Six, your turn" and as Sophie stepped into the booth she spread her limbs out like a starfish without being asked.

Cassie quickly moved her arms behind her back, and was led over to counter where a woman holding a hairdryer and a brush was standing. "On your knees for me, love" she said in a nonchalant tone, and once she complied the woman got to work drying and styling her hair back to how it was beforehand. She was amazed at the skill and speed at which this woman was able to work her hair. Quickly she was done and Cassie stood as she watched Sophie being ordered to kneel and submit to the same woman.

Two wranglers returned, placing their hands yet again between the ass cheeks of the two girls, and leading them via pressure on their assholes towards the exit of the room. Both girls were relieved to have made it past the slut wash, though they were now filled with dread at what lay ahead. After a short walk down another corridor, they found their answer. They entered a room which looked like a school drama studio, with dark walls and carpets, and on the far wall were six photography booths all in a row, each with dozens of lighting and recording equipment all facing towards a small raised platform. Some were empty, some had girls being ordered to contort themselves into different positions while a photographer snapped pictures.

The girls were quickly led over to booths 4 and 5 which were both empty, where Cassie was stopped next to a man with a laptop and holding a camera. "Thanks Brian", the photographer said and then said to himself "Ok what do we have here". As he said this, he lightly grabbed her collar and proceeded to type the info into his laptop. "Ok Ninety Five, hop up and stand on the marked spot on that little stage and I'll take some photographs for the database". As he said this Cassie felt sick. The dreaded slave registry database. The database which stored the information of every slave in the country, alongside photographs of them slave-naked and collared in many different positions. And now there was about to be two new entries titled "Cassie Gallacher" and "Sophie Eames" alongside pictures of their face, tits, pussy and ass.

The regulations surrounding the database meant that the profiles of slaves and slave gradees couldn't be publicly accessed. However, for a substantial subscription fee (usually only affordable for the wealthy and corporations), these profiles could be viewed in full. The reason for this was to allow companies such as banks handing out loans to be able to fully inspect those who may be putting their bodies up for collateral. However, there were numerous cases of girls being slave graded and then having their information and pictures leaked online, and the police were never interested enough to chase up those with access to the database who leaked it. So these girls were forced to live with the fact that online forums and people they knew had incredibly high quality pictures of them kneeling slave naked and collared, or bent over spreading their asses. It had happened to a girl in their year, Lottie. Nobody knew why she suddenly dropped out of college never to be seen again until her slave pictures started making their way around the college; Even Cassie had seen them. Now Cassie and Sophie had to pray that this wouldn't happen to them.

The two girls were then ordered into a multitude of different positions by their respective photographers. First stood in the Present position, then bent over in the Display position spreading their cheeks. Then ordered to kneel and Present once again. Again, they were ordered into the Display position with their right cheek to the floor and their hands clasping their ass cheeks and pulling them apart. The photographers then came in close to take close-up pictures of their spread holes. Ordered into the Present position again, the photographers then took close-up pictures of their faces while they stared at the camera, including with their mouths open and tongues stuck out. As Cassie posed for the camera, to cope with the humiliation she tried to imagine she was some sort of model for a high-end, tasteful publication interested in artistic expressions of the female form. The illusion was very hard to maintain when contorting herself into obscene positions however. The obscenity became clear when the photographer called her to him and showed her the pictures being uploaded to his laptop, and she almost didn't believe that the pornographic images on the screen were of her.

"For a fee of £20, you can take prints of these images and digital copies home with you for personal use. I can put the request through the system now if you'd like?" Cassie didn't know what to say. Obviously she didn't want them, why would she want them?

"Umm, yes please, master." She meekly replied, ashamed of herself for even saying it. The idea of these pictures being secretly stuffed away in a drawer turned her on slightly, and who knows, maybe she might show them to a future partner. With one hand, he used his mouse to process the request, and with the other he nonchalantly groped her ass cheeks. She did nothing to stop him or protest, instead standing to attention with her arms behind her back like she had been told by the wrangler.

"I couldn't resist", he said with a smile as he glanced at her.

She looked back at him with a soft smile. "I live to serve you, master", repeating a slave mantra. Showing great enjoyment at her reply, he moved both his hands up to her tits and started massaging them. As Cassie had her breasts fondled, she looked over to the other booth where a naked Sophie was similarly being shown her own uploaded photos, though by the looks of it she hadn't requested to have copies.

Swiftly, two wranglers came to collect the naked pair, and they were soon off to the next part of their grading. Though they weren't taken through the main exit like the other girls had, but instead through an unassuming side door. Once inside, they were greeted with yet another photo booth with cameras and lighting inside a small room, and another photographer frantically checking each bit of equipment to make sure everything was ok. Cassie was ordered to kneel to attention in the centre, and Sophie was ordered to kneel in the corner where she could see her best friend's nude body lit up brilliantly by the bright lights.

Neither Cassie nor Sophie had any idea what was going on. Weren't they done with pictures? Their questions were answered when a wrangler came and stood directly in front of where Cassie was kneeling. "It says here, Ninety Five, that you ticked 'yes' to providing oral services. Is that correct?" Cassie froze. She completely forgot that months prior, when masturbating in her room and getting herself worked up enough to build up the courage to submit the slave grading forms, her horny brain thought it would be a good idea to tick the box saying 'yes' to willingly give blowjobs. The reason for the option is that it's an easy way to have a final grade bumped up, and it could be bumped up significantly if the blowjob was exemplary. Cassie didn't mind giving blowjobs, and mostly only ticked the box because it sounded 'hot' at the time, but right then, under the bright lights and cameras, and with her best friend watching on, she couldn't think of anything worse.

"Y.. yes master", she finally responded.

"Unzip me"

"Yes master"

Her hands returned in front of her, and slowly she moved her hands up to the crotch of his trousers. With a bit of a struggle and with shaky hands, she got the button loose, then pulled down the zip. The trousers loosened, she grabbed the waist of both his trousers and underwear, and slowly pulled them down until his semi-hard cock was revealed. She studied his crotch, noticing his pubes trimmed short, large smooth ballsack, and his penis which hung down but looking ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. She had to admit, he had a lovely package.

"OK Ninety Five, I won't give you any instructions on how to suck my penis. Your only instructions are to suck me to completion, at which point you will hold out my semen on your tongue. Understand, slut?"

"Yes master"

"You may begin"

Cassie knew she had to play the part of a real slave girl, and the role of a real slave girl was to make the man they're sucking feel as important as possible, like their cock is the best cock in the world and they should feel honoured to have been given the chance to suck it. Getting into character was much harder with her best friend watching her, however.

She leaned forward until his cock was just millimetres from her face, and as she looked up to make eye contact, instead she found herself staring into the lens of a small camcorder that the wrangler was holding. She'd almost forgotten that this whole ordeal was being recorded, and rather than looking into the eyes of another human being she found herself staring into the cold imposing lens and red recording light. She couldn't feel more like a porn star if she tried. Realising the best way to put on a show was to continue to look up at the camera like the girls she'd seen in porn, she moved in further, and felt the warmth of his cock as it grazed her lips. She kissed the tip, then slowly kissed her way up the semi-hard shaft until she reached the base and her face was nestled in his pubes. She then kissed round the sides working her way to his ballsack, and as she kissed both of his balls she took in the manly aroma that dominated her senses, and she hated herself for it but it drove her wild with lust. His cock rested on her face as she kissed her way back along the underside of the shaft, and she could feel the cock pulsing as it got harder and harder.

She reached the tip and took it into her mouth, sucking lightly and swirling her tongue around the head. She looked seductively up into the camera lens, knowing the wrangler would be watching through the camera screen, and slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth. She knew he wanted to feel more, but she was going to draw it out, make him wait to feel it hit her throat. Right now she was in charge. She let out a slight moan as she bobbed her head back and forth along the first two inches of his cock. Every time she bobbed back down, she consciously took slightly more of him into her mouth. After a few minutes, she bobbed her way down to where the head hit the back of her mouth. After keeping him there a moment, she relaxed her throat muscles and expertly slid her mouth and throat down his cock until her face was once again buried in his pubes. She pulled back for air, keeping most of the cock in her mouth as she did so, and then lined up the head with the back of her mouth again. She pushed back down and bobbed up and down repeatedly, the cock never leaving her throat. Acting like a pure slut really got her going, and helped push to the back of her mind the fact that the cock she was fellating belonged to a man she met 5 minutes ago, and her best friend was kneeling metres away watching the whole thing.