Chronicles Of Free Use America Ch 04

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In the 4th installment of the

Chronicles of Free-Use America

, we follow a day in the life of Priya Singhal. Priya is a 22-year-old software engineer immigrating to Free-Use America to work at a large Silicon Valley tech company.

Author Note

The themes and events expressed throughout this series are purely erotic fantasy. IRL, this level of misogyny should only be practiced between consenting adults. All characters are 18 or older.

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Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch.3 - Priya

Starting a new life in a new country was a difficult leap of faith for anyone. But for a young woman growing up in India's middle class to move to the United States, it was more of a trust fall off the side of a high rise.

It was no secret about the American Free-Use laws among foreigners. While often censored for non-free-use nations; television, films and music from the US was still highly suggestive to the nature of American culture. As an ally to the US in WW3, India had developed a close relationship with the US and NATO. In 1995, in response to the booming success of free use in other developed nations, India introduced their own version of the legislation that was inherently tied to the caste system and really only applied to the lower labor class.

In the middle merchant class, Priyamanjari's life was seemingly unaffected as she grew up. But the growing conflicts in the northern border, stoked by Russian and religious tension created an uneasy atmosphere in daily Indian life. That uneasiness drove further divides between the castes and the Hindi and Muslim population as well as stoking distrust in the government.

By the time Priya graduated university, terrorist attacks in the northern portion of the country left many citizens wondering when (not if) the next war would erupt. At the suggestion of her father, Priya found employment in one of the American-owned tech companies that operated in Southern India, setting up regional support centers for their global customer base.

While primarily staffed by citizens of the region, working at the social media mega-corp, Para or formerly

Parabook

, was Priya's first real introduction to American culture.

Priya's first exposure to free-use was during a video call with US-based engineers. Despite the company policy prohibiting open free-use on international conference calls, Priya could barely conceal her shock as she watched the back of a blonde woman's head bobbing up and down while she gave the American engineer a blowjob just out of frame while the engineer continued his lecture on the new product.

After a moment, the American man cut his video for a few seconds and when he turned the camera back on, the blonde woman was sitting next to him. Priya watched as the blonde wiped her mouth before she started presenting her slides to the group. Priya couldn't believe how casual they both continued with business, ignoring the oral sex as if it were just an everyday occurrence. Later, Priya learned that this (and so much more) was an everyday occurrence for Americans.

After that day, Priya saw her overseas American coworkers in a completely different light. Like most, she thought that American free-use culture was sensationalized or misrepresented by rumors. She thought about the woman on the call and how being forced to give oral sex to her coworker and it initially upset Priya. She was not nearly as religious as she was when her mother was alive, but she was raised Hindu which meant casual sex was discouraged.

But after thinking about the video call, she recalled that none of the casual objectification took away any of the woman's outward confidence and professionalism. This made Priya think of a trend she noticed in the censored American movies that also started to influence Bollywood where promiscuous women were depicted as the righteous while the prudish were villainized.

The pieces were coming together, and Priya felt that her worldview was expanding. The US may have been the first, but by 2025, many western countries had gone free use. It was only a matter time before India expanded their free use laws. From that day on, she made it a point to pay close attention to her American coworkers on video chat. Women with suspiciously smudged makeup, freshly stained tops seemed more obvious now.

But one visual that really caught Priya by surprise was another Indian woman a little older than her giving a video demonstration of a new data processing tool. The high-def feed from the American office clearly showed a fresh rope of cum draped from her forehead and over her black hair. If that wasn't enough to shock the astute members of the audience, the woman instinctively wiped the trail of white cum on her finger and quickly licked her fingertip dry between transitioning slides on the presentation.

Priya wasn't the only one that noticed this display. Soon after, many of her Indian coworkers were gossiping about the presenter and making lewd comments. Though Priya didn't join in the jokes. A part of her admired the woman for pushing her career and speaking so intelligently and confidently in a male dominated industry from a male dominated culture. Was it somehow easier to succeed when the sexual tensions of the workplace were removed and replaced with open free-use?

These questions continued to swirl in Priya's mind as she continued working her way up the corporate ladder. Being a bright and creative young woman helped her hone her skills and speaking fluent English and Hindi made her an easy candidate for leadership despite her young age of 22. After nearly two years with the company, Priya was one of six engineering leads for the regional data center. And when

Parabook

rebranded to Para, they sought to fill many of the new roles within their expanded entertainment and tech sector with internal employees that demonstrated value to the company, including their regional offices from around the globe.

This is how Priya took the bold step to moving to America and working in the heart of Silicon Valley. Surprisingly, Priya's father and only living parent, was excited about his daughter's opportunity. Priya shared some of the company literature on American society and the expectations of women with her dad. After some discussion and bargaining, Free-Use was the least of their worries.

The rigid caste system had all but cemented their family's status as lower-middle class. With a looming conflict with Pakistan and the growing dissension between the populous, American and European companies were the few viable methods to increase a family's status or start over in a new country. It was with a heavy heart that Priya's father gave her career aspirations his blessing and bid her farewell at the airport to start her new life with promises to visit her as soon as she was settled in her new job, and they could afford it.

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As Priya stepped off the plane in San Francisco, she didn't know what to expect. If she were to believe the men sitting behind her excitedly chatting the entire flight, as soon as she left the tarmac, she would be stripped naked and swept into an endless orgy. Luckily, that was not the case. Between the pilot's warning, the posted signs, and the repeating announcement, there was to be no free use or public sex of any kind until clearing the Immigration and Security checkpoint to leave the international arrival terminal.

This didn't stop her from catching the hungry gaze of many of the other men at the airport. Priya was used to the objectifying stares and the awkward flirting from men at home in India. She was a beautiful young woman with intelligence and an intriguing personality that she often tucked behind a defensive shell.

Priya was a petite woman, standing only a couple of inches over 5' and weighing just over 120 lbs. She could easily pass for a teenager by looks alone, but once someone got to converse with her, they would get a sense for her maturity. Despite her small frame, Priya developed some narrow curves around her hips and modest B cup breasts. Though, after reading up on it, she expected that to change with her diet shifting to the hormone-addled food in America.

Influenced by American and Bollywood fashion, Priya had a healthy skin care regiment that included protecting her brown skin from the harsh Indian sun and waxing most of her body hair. She kept her long black hair clean and straight to frame her youthful exotic facial features. Using some online tutorials, she sculpted and slightly tamed her naturally thick eyebrows and wore enough makeup to feel flirty but not whorish; another thing she expected to change with American fashion influence.

Preparing for a full day of air travel, Priya only wore a base layer of subtle makeup and a knit beanie to keep her hair from rubbing against the back of the seat the whole flight. She dressed for comfort, but also sported an American flair with a zip up sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. Nothing was name brand, only the knock-offs and local Indian brands were in her budget.

When the group of passengers approached the checkpoint, they were immediately separated by gender. The men's line appeared to be moving quickly compared to the women's line as Priya watched the two men that were once sitting behind her happily move through the checkpoint well ahead.

Most of the other women in line were from India, having all arrived on the same plane, but as other gates opened the line grew more diverse with some Asian and European travelers as well. The woman in front of her in line was an older woman, wearing a traditional Indian Saree dress of bright colors and intricate embroidery. After a brief chat, Priya learned that the woman, Manisha, was traveling to reunite with her husband and sons who moved to the US a few months prior. Manisha had a nervous excitement in her body language, and her eyes scanned the crowds in search of her family.

After a security guard explained that families and other pickups had to wait on the other side of the checkpoint, the woman calmed down slightly, and Priya offered to keep her company as long as she could. Though, eventually, Manisha was called to the next available office to begin her processing followed by Priya to one of the far offices in the row.

When she entered the office, she found two men waiting for her. One behind a computer equipped with a high-definition camera and flash bulb and another standing against the back door to the office.

"Ma'am, place your bags in the red square and stand in the green square," the pudgy Latino man behind the counter instructed her with a rehearsed tone as he pointed at the taped lines on the floor.

Shaking away the overwhelming feeling that gripped her, Priya pushed her wheeled suitcase to the red square and stepped into the green one in front of the camera.

While the man flipped through the paperwork and keyed on his computer, he started questioning Priya. "My name is Agent Padilla, and this is Officer Mills. I'll be processing your work visa and identification. The officer is here as a witness since you do not have male representation. Do you understand and consent to continue with the proceedings?"

Priya felt like she was in trouble or being interrogated for a crime as the man with the suit spoke to her with haste and authority while the uniformed police officer stood at the door. She offered a polite response, "Yes, sir."

"Are you in need of a translator or other assistance to help you through your processing today?" The official questioning continued.

"No, Sir."

"Swearing an oath to the United States government requires a religious text. Do you have a preference? If not, we use the New American Holy Bible."

Despite the ominous nature of the instruction, Priya was prepared for this after reading the immigration pamphlets provided by her company. "I'd like to use the Hindu Vedas, please," she answered, "I brought my own if you need it."

"That won't be necessary," Agent Padilla called back over the computer screen. After consulting a bookshelf behind him, he produced a copy of the Hindu Vedas in a red bound book. While it looked more mass produced and commercial than the book she brought from home, Priya confirmed it was a legitimate text.

The uniformed officer moved from his post to take the book and hold it in front of Priya, "Place your right hand on the text and raise your left hand."

Priya gulped nervously in the immediate presence of the tall officer's form. Based on stories she heard and news articles, she harbored a distrust of American police and military personnel. But she put her hand on the book and raised the other as instructed.

The policeman offered her a subtle smile, trying to break the coldness that he felt in the air. But immediately, he turned back to business when Padilla gave more instructions, "Repeat after me.... I ...state your full name...swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth through the duration of these proceedings, so help me God."

In her heavily accented voice, Priya repeated the oath before the office took the Vidas and returned them to the agent's desk before returning to his post at the back door.

"Thank you, Ms. Singhal," the agent said, "Just so you know, the camera is recording your processing today for internal records. You may request copies of the recording and or paperwork no earlier than 6 months after the expiration of your work visa. Until that time, they are property of the United States government." When his spiel was over, he resumed his questions, "Are you entering the United States under your own free will without any form of coercion or intimidation?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is the date of birth listed on your passport and visa, April 17th, 2003, your correct date of birth?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you involved in a valid marriage recognized but the government the United States or other sovereign nation?"

"No, sir."

"Are the medical inoculations listed on your passport up to date?"

"Yes, sir," Priya answered, still sporting the bandage from the required birth control and std vaccination shot she received before boarding the plane.

"Very well. Please remove all clothing and jewelry and leave them with your bags so that we may conclude processing with a full body exam, and photo ID" the agent said as he flipped on the bright ring light over the camera.

Priya froze for a moment. She knew this was coming, but it didn't make her heart stop throbbing in her chest over the instruction. And knowing that this would be the first of many times a stranger would instruct her to strip naked only added to the anxiety.

For a moment she reconsidered the entire decision to start a new life in America, but reason prevailed, and she took a deep breath. She unzipped her hoodie and tossed it on her luggage before she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks. After her hat, she stopped for a moment before finally pulling her t-shirt over her head. Her nervous fingers unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the snug fitting pants down to her feet.

She stood before the strangers in her off-white bra and green cotton panties while both men stared at her. Agent Padilla had most of his face hidden behind the computer monitor and bright light, but Priya could see the cop at the door eyeing her with an interested smirk. Before they could remind her of the instruction, Priya continued to strip, pulling her bra off her slender frame and tugging her panties down to her feet.

Priya stood quietly as the bright light illuminated her petite brown body, naked and remarkably beautiful. She instinctively tried to cover her small breasts and hairless pussy with her arms but was corrected by the agent. "No need for that. Arms at your side, Ms. Singhal."

The room was cold and triggered her dark brown nipples to stiffen in their exposed state while goosebumps formed up and down her arms.

"To the right," the agent instructed and snapped another photo of her profile. "To the left," again he took a picture. "And to the back," he instructed, turning a smirk to the agent as they both admired her tight Hindu ass which was the star of the show as far as they were concerned. Finally, he took the photo.

The agent leaned back in his chair and finished his processing. "Alright, Ms. Singhal, turn around and repeat after me." He watched the young woman turn to face him again before continuing his routine, "I, state your name, hereby declare my body free to use by all American citizens and authorized visitors of legal age."

Priya knew there was no turning back after this. Any man, including the two staring at her from across the room, would have free access to her body once the oath was taken. She took a deep breath and repeated the line, her accent thickening from her nerves ""I, Priyamanjari Singhal, hereby declare my body free to use by all American citizens and authorized visitors of legal age.

"I forgo my sexual consent in the name of the United States of America."

Again, she repeated.

"I understand that failure to adhere to Local, State and National Free-Use statutes will result in prison time and suspension of my work visa and immigration process until a trial can be arranged."

Priya repeated the final line of the oath and stood quietly while Agent Padilla printed a sheet from his computer.

"On behalf of the Free-Use Authority, United States Government and the State of California, Welcome to The United States of America, Ms. Singhal." Padilla called out as he placed her temporary ID card on the desk, "This is your temporary, your permanent visa will be mailed to the address on file. On the back of your temp ID, you'll find a list of free women's clinics near your address. Remember you are required to have a medical checkup every 3 months."

"Yes, sir.... thank you," Priya stepped forward to collect the paper slip, "May I get dressed?"

Padilla and Mills shared a look before turning their collective gaze to Priya. The police officer was the first to say something, addressing Padilla, "What do you think, Marc? Break time?" The cop had a southern accent that Priya recognized from American movies but couldn't place.

"You can. I'm still good from that Swedish slut from earlier," the agent answered back in a casual tone, dropping the rehearsed interrogational speech. "I'm gonna go catch a smoke, but first..." the stout agent grunted as he pushed up from his seat. Walking around the desk, he positioned himself behind the naked young woman.

Without saying a word, Agent Padilla reached his hands down and gave her tight perky ass a few hard squeezes and lightly slapped each cheek. Priya bit her lip and held onto the desk. Her mind was racing as this stranger groped her and pinned her against his desk.

She thought she would be scared the first time she was freely used but it wasn't fear she felt. There was discomfort and a murmur of shame, for sure. But louder than that, there was a specific type of fear and excitement that felt like boarding an adrenaline-fueled amusement park ride.

If the stiffness of her nipples and the pleasurable bite of her lip weren't enough to give it away, the agent's hand slid down her slender abdomen and curled a pair of fingers between the tight hairless folds of her cunt. She was exceptionally wet with arousal.

"It's okay to like it,

chica

," Agent Padilla said softly into her ear while he toyed with her cunt, his official tone vanished. He invited the officer into the conversation with a question, "Isn't that right, Brian?"

The uniformed officer smiled at Priya, admiring the cuteness of her conflicted expression. "That's right. No one'll judge ya for being a proper slut," as he addressed Priya, the officer started undressing, slowly taking off his holstered weapon and belt. He watched Padilla drop to his knees and bend Priya over the desk to bury his face into her ass and cunt.