This story arc takes place in an alternative reality where legal slavery exists in the United States as depicted in the stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, Gentlemanmariner and a number of others. I also want to thank Carl for editing much of my work, which greatly improved the final product while also allowing me to incorporate some of his characters and institutions in my stories. All persons enslaved, involved in slavery operations, or described in explicit sex scenes are aged 18 years or older. Feedback in the form of comments are greatly appreciated.
What follows was my attempt to explain what happened to Daphne after the events at the Parker Center in Allison's Decent into Slavery (Ch. 10-12). I was able to incorporate Penny's fate into part of the last chapter and will do a brief summary regarding what happened to Maribelle and Beth in Allison's next chapter. My intent was to do about four to five pages (Word) on Daphne in the next chapter of Allison's story and then move on but fell into a rabbit hole writing thirty pages, or enough for two separate chapters. I decided to publish them and possibly circle back to Daphne. My apologies for the detour but I hope you enjoy the story.
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The jailor's hand on my left butt cheek kept me propelled in the correct direction down the hallway. I was naked wearing an inmate collar, gagged, with my hands cuffed behind my back in the detention facility adjacent to the Frank Crowley Courts building. It had been two days since that fateful day at Parker Center when I was arrested for illegal drug possession, furnishing a controlled substance to human livestock and felony slave abuse. I had plenty of time to contemplate my actions and my future in jail locked in ad seg, otherwise known as solitary confinement, for my own protection. Did I mention that all inmates are kept naked and collared while held in jail? The first night in general population three bull dykes got into a fight over who got to be my jail wife because I was going to be "gay for the stay". They pulled out shanks from guess where and the fight was on with one ending up in the hospital in serious condition, the other two needing stitches and more importantly two correctional officers injured.
What did they think was going to happen when they put a naked Daphne Callaway in there wearing only an inmate slave collar? I graded prime, not prime minus, but an actual prime at the Bid D for my slave grading as part of my sorority initiation. The only pure prime in my pledge class I'll have you know. I am hot and I use it to my advantage whenever I can. With blonde hair, blue eyes, nice firm breasts and a tight ass that I keep in shape with yoga, Pilates, running, tennis and personal training sessions. My dad told me that I was the twin for some actress named Heather Locklear when I slid down the bannister of our mansion butt first in a pair of tight leather pants my freshman year in college. My mother died when I was an infant so I grew up as daddy's little girl, able to ignore my step mother Rhonda even when he remarried. To this day she and I have a rather frosty relationship.
In order to explain how I ended up in this ridiculous situation I need to describe my relationship with Calum Bedford. My father Jonathan Callaway and Calum's dad Glenn were college buddies, business associates and members of the same country club. We lived three houses down from the Bedford's and our families were close. It was during the club's 4th of July party the summer before my freshman year in high school that we really noticed each other. After a few games of volleyball I caught him staring at me. Making a nice recovery he asked me to partner with him for a game of chicken in the pool. We ruled the roost, defeating all the other couples in the chicken contest that day. Calum followed me around like a lovesick puppy dog for the rest of the party. He was so cute and I liked the attention. Flirting and being a tease was in my genes. I'm a natural and I quickly had him wrapped around my little finger by the time of the fireworks display that evening.
Calum and I started dating soon thereafter, becoming high school sweethearts with Christmas formals, proms, and he was my escort when I executed a flawless "Texas Dip" as a debutante. I even gave Calum my virginity on prom night my senior year a few days after turning eighteen. I made the varsity cheerleader team freshman year and convinced the girls to cheer on the water polo team that Calum was the captain of. When they saw all the cute players they were hooked, and the water polo team really appreciated our support compared to the entitled football team. Calum was two years ahead of me in school so we maintained a long distance relationship with him at the University of Texas in Austin while I finished high school. In my social circle a good girl fell in love with a nice young man, married, had children, raised a family growing old together and I was well on my way towards attaining that goal.
We had it all planned out for me to become Mrs. Calum Bedford when I attended Rice University in Houston. One of us would make the three hour drive to visit the other on weekends when our schedules permitted. He had obligations starring on the varsity water polo team and I had my duties in the Alpha Delta sorority. It all fell apart my senior year at Rice when he met Allison and he broke up with me. I was devastated, my boyfriend of seven years had suddenly ended our relationship telling me that he had never really loved me now that he knew what true love felt like. How dare he break up with me! Destroying our carefully laid out plans for our future. I spent the next couple of years trying to break them up hoping to bring back my dream of becoming Mrs. Calum Bedford. Then a few days ago I discovered ponygirl Allison bent over a breeding bench at Parker Center and, well, the rest is history.
Daddy and Rhonda had visited me yesterday. He was furious that I had been so irresponsible right after we saw what happened to Amelia and Avery Bedford. Just a few days ago they had the circle star felon badge burned into their asses. It was all over the news! Daddy took a bottle of expensive scotch down to Glen's the next day to give him support. When daddy found out that Amelia had an ownership interest in the Daisy ponygirl, he asked Glen to intercede with the owner of Allison. Glen, with Calum present, had agreed, even after everything I had done to Allison. Glen was more disappointed than angry with me and he sure did not want me to have the same experience as his wife and daughter. For that I was grateful.
Daddy had hired hot shot attorney Claire Kincaid to represent me and told me that if I fired her or she rejected me as a client I was getting the public defender. With just the drug possession charge alone I was looking at two to twenty years on a second degree felony. That alone could get me sold as a penal slave earning me the circle star brand. Ouch, I thought. Claire Kincaid also happened to be Rhonda's baby sister, putting me in a sticky situation. I signed the retainer contract for Aunt Claire without reading it. Rhonda informed me that if I came home with the circle star badge of a felon burned into my ass Daddy was disowning me. When I looked at him he just nodded in agreement and stormed out of the room with Rhonda in tow.
After my meeting with Daddy I had plenty of time to reflect on our conversation. I have never seen him this angry before in my life. I had the next twenty-four hours to stew in my juices so to speak. Well, I was all alone in my cell for twenty-three hours a day so when I was not sleeping or doing yoga I found myself jilling myself while fantasizing about all the nasty things I might have to do as a slave girl. I was naked wearing an inmate collar which was weirdly erotic. After reading some of those slave romance novels and the movies and TV shows on the Hallmark slave channel I had a vivid imagination. It was particularly humiliating and highly stimulating to fantasize about being treated in the same nasty way I had tried to do to Allison. I began to wonder what was wrong with me as I lay there in a pool of sweat after each of many particularly good climaxes as I waited to meet with Aunt Claire, my new attorney.
The appointed time for our meeting arrived the next day when a jailor removed me from my cell. He used his right hand on my left buttock with his middle finger right on my anus to guide me to my destination. I was naked wearing an inmate collar, gagged and my hands cuffed behind my back. My arousal level was off the charts for some reason that I did not understand. Was it a combination of my sudden loss of freedom being stripped naked wearing a collar, locked up, marched around the jail naked for all to see or the jailor's incessant finger rubbing, almost burrowing into my anus? I suspected that if we stopped in a confined space my jailor would smell my arousal.
Moving about the jail was a process in itself with numerous double doors dividing different sections of the jail. We waited for a door to open and then walked through waiting for the door to close behind us so the next door could open all the while being observed by correctional officers in different control booths. I just knew I was the hottest girl in here and acted as such, projecting a haughty attitude towards my lowly jailors. Whenever we stopped, my uppity jailor's middle finger started delving further into my sphincter. Not punching through, but a circular rubbing that opened me up just a little. Damn, it was beginning to feel really good in a weird and unfamiliar way while I acted as if nothing unusual was happening.
"Feel that slut. That's my finger knocking on your back door. When you get sentenced for your atonement session I am going to punch this starfish, driving my cock balls deep in your back door while you squeal."
That was right out of an atonement session scene in the "Annie Finds Love as a Penal Slave" novel where the slave stupid heroine learned to enjoy anal sex in a slave haze strapped down on an atonement bench. As we waited for the door he reached lower, goosing my pussy with his finger as he lubed his digit, then bringing it back to my backdoor. More of the persistent digging until he had his finger in just past his fingernail massaging my sphincter from inside. My pussy was really throbbing now as I felt my pussy lips becoming engorged and peeling open. The correctional officer in the control room grinned, blowing me a kiss upon seeing that my nipples were as hard as diamonds. Could he see how wet my kitty was? It is a challenge to project an attitude of haughty indifference when a man is fingering your pussy and ass in a situation like this. I pulled it off with grace.
