This is a 1 part story. Follow up parts may happen if enough people like it. It is based on the legal slavery stories originally created by Joe Doe and led on to many authors on this platform. My story has, like most, it's own special touches to the universe and it's world. The setting is mentioned as being after 30 years of legal slavery and that with enough outcry from the population slavery was now entirely a volunteer thing and as a result is now slowly dying.
Intro to Slavery
I honestly can't believe that I let Beatrice convince me to take this class. It was an exclusive class of sorts as you needed to be 18 to be in it and some students weren't able to take it as they'd only turn 18 halfway through the year. The class itself wasn't all that interesting and featured a lot of sexual content. Some days we'd just watch videos that were "supposed" to be educational but were really just porn.
I actually find it odd that the class itself still exists as the subject of slavery is dying out. Yeah, you heard me, after 30 years or so of slavery it was now finally dying out. The public outcry had reached such a high level that slavery was practically finished. No more mandatory slave gradings for expensive colleges, universities or even loans. No more unfair enslavement tactics with "if you're caught pretending to be a slave then you can be made a slave", none of that. No more ways to be forced to be a slave. Now the only way was by choice, volunteering and that wasn't happening much. Prison sentences were the same length as slavery alternatives too. So there wasn't really a reason to go suck dick for 3 years with little to no human rights or stay in a cell with 3 hot meals and a bed for 3 years. There was the odd person here and there that did choose slavery as a great way to pay off debts or fulfill some secret fantasy.
Since there was little money to be made a large majority of stores closed down and the few that did remain open were few and far between and were likely only months if not weeks away from bankrupting. HCI, the renowned Human Commodities International, was still kicking but with much fewer locations across the world, and that's exactly where our final exam takes us.
A still in operation HCI facility. The place was massive, it had a large warehouse complex where they store the slaves in cages, all the areas of intake and processing had multiple doors for trailers to hook into and run through slaves with quick efficiency but that was all in the past. Sure they still received slaves from other locations but it was more and more rare and most facilities closed down their transport services. We got to the main lobby area, it's a clean white tile, light grey walls environment. You'd think it was a regular office building, until you see the many advertisements for slavery packages and essentially propaganda about how great slavery is and how it's the best choice for you. Wow they were getting desperate, I wasn't falling for it but Beatrice might.
Beatrice or Trix that she insists I call her by has been my best friend since kindergarten. We were both gamer girls and loved to get down on some Call of Duty, Halo or the occasional Fortnite. Besides that, she and I couldn't be more different as two people. She is a very socially confident person and I am just not. She always had a new boy toy every week that would "pound her hard" as she kept telling me even though I really did not want to know and that I should let her wingman me so I can pop my cherry. I was in no rush to get a penis in my vagina and I was totally fine spending my nights studying. Is there a part of me that is somewhat jealous and that I touch myself when she calls me and gives me great details on how this guy fucked her? Yes there is but I'll never tell anyone about it and that's that.
I wouldn't be surprised if she would volunteer as a slave for a few years, hell I wouldn't judge her at all since her grades are such shit. I'm honestly surprised that she hasn't flunked an exam or failed a course yet. But me I couldn't, like yeah it might be fun for awhile but fantasies can only go so far until you realize what mess you're in. Which is probably what most volunteer slaves think after a few days. Nevertheless some still do it. I wont lie and say that I don't have some fantasies of being forced against my will to suck a man until he cums in my mouth and then fucks my ass sore before shoving me in a cage for the night just for it to happen again the next day but again, it's a fantasy that I can very well fulfill without signing my life away, if I can find a guy willing to do that and him not think I'm crazy.
Slavery terms now are also shorter than before and offer many more options and permits applicants to select a variety of limits that buyers must respect. The shortest possible term is one week. Again, no matter how hot it may be to play the role of sex slave locked away I'm pretty sure that after the second or third day when the arousal wears off that I'd realize what a bad idea that was. It also helps that horny juice is now an illegal substance and facilities that are caught with it can be immediately shut down and have hefty fines or even jail time. There are ways to get it for yourself but it's extremely dangerous to acquire given its illegal nature and it is basically a truth serum mixed with heavy amounts of viagra for both men and women.
We're all waiting in the lobby area looking at the TVs and pamphlets when our guide arrives and... oh boy. I should have known.
The guide is a late 40s, maybe early 50s tall bald man with broad shoulders and quite the forearms. He wore a simple HCI polo shirt with a sleek pair of blue jeans. Next to him stood an I'd say 20ish girl that wore absolutely nothing besides a thick leather collar with the little box on the side meaning it's a shock collar, matched with similarly thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs... and that's it noth... nothing else... her breasts and vagina are just hanging out...she's up there smiling like it's her birthday or something.
"Welcome students of Mathew-Martin High school. I'll be your guide today for your visit through our facility. You'll be able to witness a true slave grading performed by our very own slave girl. I'll let her introduce herself. Amy, tell the students about yourself."
"Yes sir."
God that disgusted me, all the boys in the class were just drooling over this girl who for some reason volunteered for this crap. Beatrice was herself looking in lust at her. I mean, like don't get me wrong cuz I'm no lesbian or anything but like I can appreciate a good looking woman. Like yeah, she has a bright face with a nice comforting smile, her short black hair is put in a neat ponytail so it doesn't get in the way if she was to use her mouth, her breasts are not small but not huge I'd say a good C cup at least with nice size nipples, she has sports a bit of curves but is still in excellent shape, her vagina is shaved bare with her slave I.D number temporary tattooed on top. Like she's hot okay! But I'm not a lesbian! Moving on!
"Hi young Sirs and Ma'ams my slave designation is 320-45-0453 or just 0456 for short. I am also known to be referred to as Amy or Slave Amy. Do you have any questions about me?"
All the sudden every boy had their hand up. One was chosen by Amy.
"Why did you choose slavery?"
I had to admit that I was wondering too. Like why?
"I get this a lot and for me it's so simple," she began. "Slavery had always been a fantasy of mine and I played it out with a few partners in the past but I could never seem to get that true feeling you know, that true moment when I felt like a slave. In my past life I was always so concerned about a multitude of things like grades or my job or do I have enough money for rent or just overall social anxiety. I gave it some thought for sure and after about a month of second guessing and saying how a stupid idea it was I finally showed up here and voluntarily signed my rights away."
Blabbering of follow up questions came out from nearly everyone.
"One at a time! Raise your hand if you have a question! You all know better than this!" yelled our teacher.
Quickly the noise went down and hands rose in droves including mine. Amy picked me.
"Don't you regret it? Living without freedom for however long your term is? What do your family and friends think of you?"
I could hear the audible groan of some of the guys and our teacher.
"Hmm, well I can understand why you ask. It's not very common to want to live without freedom. I have certain freedoms in that I can choose limits of how my slavery works and what can and can't be done to or with me. But at the end of the day I'm a slave, say I'm woken up one morning and my owner shoves his dick through the bars of my cage and orders me to suck it till he cums in my mouth as 'breakfast'? Well there are some days that I don't want to but I have to resign myself that I'm a slave afterall and this is my life for now. Most days though I love it!"
