This is one I wrote a long time ago, and edited a little. Switching up to a maledom fantasy but with similar themes of bondage and legal slavery. All of my fantasies are intended for both sexes.
Obviously slavery is wrong, and also if you prefer to see this kind of humiliation done to a guy read my other stories...
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In 2067, things started to change. The government, which had had a very male centric agenda, radicalized after an alleged feminist bombing of a post office in the capital. They took it as a threat, and they started to pass legislation.
The first, and most critical piece of that legislation regarded the status of women. Women, it stated, were best suited as the property of men. Wives, formerly equal to their husbands, became the property of their husbands. Daughters over the age of 18 became property of their parents. And single women, became slaves.
The transition period was rough, with a few feminists holding out, sometimes violently, against the new laws. But the ultra-traditionalists were indefatigable, pushing onward with the force of beliefs that had been inculcated in their militia since childhood. Men were the masters, and women were meant to serve them. That was how society functioned best.
Slave markets emerged, and initially they surged and then normalized, the trade in female slaves becoming another stock ticker on the exchange. A few major corporations took over, of course, and hired men for the various duties -- Slave Handler, Slave Breaker, Slave Trainer.
Slavery was not only for single women living alone, but also became the consequence for virtually any crime a woman could commit. Drinking in public, harlotry, defying their husband, running away from their husband, etc. A woman who ran away from her husband automatically became his slave. The rights and privileges of a wife, though a wife was also property, were gone in an instant. He could then sell her, buy and use other slaves, or have her broken more fully. Other crimes included dressing lasciviously or attempting to pose as a man. Of course, not everyone just submitted to being enslaved. Some ran. This was where Hugh came in.
Hugh had worked as an "Errant Claimer" for about seven years, and he liked the job. The corporation "WhipGirlll" paid him handsomely, and his job was interesting. Sometimes he worked with the regular police, but mostly he worked with a team of four or four brawny men who did the dirty work. He was the brains of the operation. "Errants", or uncaptured women, could be ingenious in their attempts to evade the whip. Escaped wives and slaves, or just "Escapees" were usually easier. By law, WhipGirlll had full rights to capture, break, and train Errants, whereas escapees had to be returned to their husbands or owners, for a price.
Hugh was a tall man, shaved bald with beautiful hazel eyes. He was built like an ox, muscular but not apeish. There was still sophistication in his stance, and in his uniform which had a "C" stitched on the front for "Cap'n" there was professionalism. The uniform was a navy blue golf tee which showed off his veiny arms, matching navy blue pants, and army boots. At his waist belt were the tools of the trade -- shackles, handcuffs, a whip, and other accoutrements.
Hugh knocked on the front door. It was worn, very worn, the paint had chipped away with time, and the house itself looked as if it had been abandoned for years. The information he had gathered from the neighbours was promising -- two or three women, no known owner. Likely that they were all Errants. A few days of intensive information gathering and planning were about to pay off.
He heard footsteps on the stairs. Someone had heard him. He hoped that they would answer, and try to make up a story. Sure enough, the door opened with a very harsh creak.
Inside was an absolutely stunning woman. She had deep blue eyes and blonde hair, with a generous tan. Her breasts pushed against the fabric of an old t-shirt, they were double D at least. She wore tight jeans revealing a generous ass and was barefoot.
"Who -- who are you?" She asked innocently.
"I'm an Errant Catcher. I'm here to bring you to WhipGirlll's breaking center, after which you will go to a training center, after which you will be sold." His voice was firm and matter-of-fact.
"Oh no no, you're making a mistake, my husband will be home any minute now. Please can you wait for him?"
"Sure thing."
With that, she closed and locked the door, and he heard the quite obvious sound of her running up the stairs to tell the other two errants. Perfect. Hugh hummed to himself as he heard them come downstairs and head for the back door.
Hugh casually took out his lockpick set, and set to opening the front door. He took his time -- he didn't really need this skill here, but he liked to practice. "And one, and..." He held the lock with two picks in his left hand, and with his right thumb and forefinger thrust the last pick in, and turned... The door creaked open.
He could already hear the struggle as he headed for the back of the house. He wanted to see how Jim and the others handled this.
The two other women were already on the ground by the back door, more or less subdued. Jim and Trevor both straddled them, sitting on their upper shoulders facing their legs as they expertly restrained them. Wrists first, then ankles. Then turn, knee on the back, centered, grab hair with left hand, grab collar with right hand, lift head, apply collar.
Joe was having more trouble. The woman from the front door was putting up a hell of a fight. Her shirt was ripped and she was creating on hell of a racket. Quickly, Hugh sprinted over to assist him.
"You... Fucking animals... I'm a f -- free woman you hearrrr...."
"I'll deal with this one, Joe."
Hugh expertly tripped the blonde and guided her fall with her arms so that she was not hurt. Damage would decrease her price, and his bonus. Then, expertly, he pulled her arms backward and up in a stress position while Joe worked on the legs. He grabbed his cuffs.
"Stop... Fucking struggling... Bitch..."
