Just Curious 3

(NOTE: This will be a single story. Unless the characters decide they want to keep going. It will contain: Slavery, non-consent, bondage, humiliation, hints of toilet, but no scenes.)

(NOTE 2: This story is being written as a fan request, by Maddy.)

(NOTE 3: This will move much quicker than my normal stories as I have an outline to follow, and it was not a large outline)

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 19+

For Maddy!

JUST CURIOUS.

"UGH!" I grunted.

I had been managing this high end Italian restaurant, as a favor to my best friend. Jenny owned the place and did the hiring. What Jenny refused to hear from me, was how half her staff called in "sick" almost every weekend.

"Hey! It happened again. Either you discipline your staff or I walk! You hired me for administration, not babysitting the assclowns you hire!" I didn't care about the friendship anymore. I had found gray hair on my head. I was only 28! I also thought I might be getting an ulcer!

"Whoa! Calm down Madeline!! I'll come down there and take care of it. You don't have to stay. I'll get these jokers in line. Clock out hon. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Put David in charge for a few minutes." She said.

"He called in." I stated.

"Um okay Samantha then." Jenny tried.

"Called in!" I almost smiled.

"Fuck! I'm on my way!" Jenny hung up. I did as she asked and clocked out. I waved at Jenny as I walked out and she walked in to the restaurant.

On my drive home I thought about how stressful this was. This job was supposed to be Jenny and I having fun, being successful.

"Fucking slaves have it better than I do!" I said to my reflection when I got home. I set my purse down on the table next to the door as I stared into the mirror in the foyer. I dropped my car keys into my purse and looked at my face.

"This job is actively aging me faster!" I shrieked. I went to the kitchen to warm up some leftovers. While the plate was in the microwave I turned on the TV. I was the only person I knew, that still had satellite television. Yes, the old fashioned channels, complete with commercials! Everyone else had commercial free streaming.

"Tonight at 9: Greg admits to doing drugs, will Gwen leave him? Stay tuned to Greg's Lobotomy to find out!"

That show was such a sham. Every time Gwen should have lobotomized her husband into the pussy eating slave she actually wants, he talks his way out of it. Worse than "How I Met your Mother".

"Slave Depot! Where all your slaves or the equipment you need for your slaves can be bought under one roof! This weekend we have free grading! Yup it's free grading May again. This is the last weekend! If your just curious as to how much you could fetch on the slave market, OR have a slave that needs to be resold...Come On Down! Plus don't forget about the Memorial Day Male sale! Male sex and work slaves are 30% off!! Need a pony slave to work in your fields? Do you like a tight twink ass? Need a man with a REAL BIG cock to ride? Better get down here! Supplies are limited! Slave Depot! Route 26 just past the airport!"

"Gwen it was just a little coke!" Greg admitted.

"That shit will kill you! Maybe it is time to take you to the doctor. I know you hate giving me oral, but I've had it Greg! You should be a mindless slave!"

I turned off the TV after finishing my meal.

"Jeez just enslave your husband!" I said as I washed my dishes.

"I wonder what I am worth? I'm not terrible looking. Lloyd loved my ass and B cups. Too bad he also liked late teens. Fucking cheater. Should have sold him at the Twink market. The men would have loved him!"

I crawled into bed after a shower and brushing my teeth.

(Slavery had to be better than dealing with the circus of Jenny's clowns. Maybe I should find out what I'm worth?) I thought. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the phone ringing. I rolled over and looked to see it was my mother calling.

"Too early to get into a three hour conversation mom." I said as I turned off the ring tone. I sat up, and got dressed in comfy clothes. I needed to do some grocery shopping today.

I brushed out my red hair that was still a little wet from the shower the night before.

"No makeup today, not dating again for a month. Fucking Lloyd." I said under my breath. I grabbed my purse and locked the house.

I drove past Slave Depot on the way to the grocery store. I found myself turning around and pulling into the parking lot.

"Damn they are busy. If the line is too long, I can skip it. I'm just interested what my little sexy ass is worth." I said to myself as I pulled into a space and turned off the car. I walked into the Slave Center of the store. The line wasn't all that long for the free grading.

"Fuck it, I'm not doing anything else other than groceries." I mumbled. It was loud in this room. People talking and yelling over each other. It sounded like a live auction was happening to my left.

"Welcome to Free Grading May! If you are a free per...." I couldn't hear the instructions being given, the voices had gotten too loud.

"Orange bracelet, if you are actually selling yourself....." Again the crowd noise covered the instructors voice.

I think I needed to talk to those handing out the bracelets as I couldn't hear the man at the end of the queue talking at all now.

"Name?" A pretty slave with painful looking weighted nipple piercings asked.

"Madeline Sullivan".

"Reason?" The naked woman asked.

"Free person just wanting a free grading." I said, the woman couldn't hear me.

"Say again?" The slave asked.

"FREE WOMAN just CURIOUS!" I yelled over the din.

"Okay Free woman, line number two!" The slave said. I couldn't hear her

"What line?" I asked.

The slave held up a finger and didn't seem to be pointing. I joined line one.

The line went down some stairs into the stores basement. A blue wristband was placed on me. I thought I should get the orange one, but with the clamoring upstairs, I wasn't actually sure.

"Madeline Sullivan, please remove all clothing and jewelry. Place the jewelry in a box and the clothes on the conveyor belt." The man who spoke watched me as I disrobed.

"Excellent. Now if you could please open your mouth?" The man said.

"Nice teeth. Okay here you go." He had what looked like a breath spray and fired it into the back of my throat.

"Good slave. Now you need to be graded. I'm going to cuff you for your own safety. I'll bet you do well at auction." He said as he locked my wrists behind me.

"I'm free." My lips said, but no voice came out. My larynx was paralyzed. It was that spray! The man slapped my ass pushing me into a new line. My cuffs were attached to a chain with the women ahead of me.

I looked around to see what line I was in. Above me it said "New chattel processing" The line next to me said "Free person Grading" These women and men were in their underwear and talking to each other.

"I'M IN THE WRONG LINE!!!" I tried to scream without a sound leaving my throat. I stomped my foot. No one noticed. The women in front of me, and now the two behind me were all silently sobbing.

"Madeline Sullivan, Irish/English heritage. Red/Blue weight 108. Height, 5 foot one Auction number 9205126. Wait that number comes up to Sullivan, Nancy. So no auction number Okay moving on....Teeth grade A, Tongue grade B, Lips, grade B-, hips are breeder class, grade B. Ass grade C+, Anal virgin." I felt a man push his gloved finger into my ass.

"Vagina, inner labia tucked behind outer, grade A, tightness grade B+, not a virgin, but not a slut." He had his other hands two fingers in my passage.

I stomped again.

"I'm free!" I mouthed to the doctor.

"Non compliant, so I deduct a full grade. Bidding should start at $24, maybe $25." The man said. The woman taking notes said "Okay Sullivan, Nancy, opening bid $24,500.00"

"What the fuck? I make that in three months! That isn't my name!" I tried to scream.

"Cage her!" The doctor shoved me into the arms of two security personnel. I was injected with a needle, and felt my eyes getting heavy.

"...and this one?" A males voice.

"Seems to be a mix up on the paperwork. One says page says that she is Nicole Sullivan, a volunteer. This other paperwork says that it's free girl that just came to get a grading quote." A different male voice said. I opened my eyes as I felt the leg cramps. I was in a kennel, the kind to carry large dogs. I really needed to pee.

"Call the Slave Depot on Broadway. I'm not getting busted on an illegal slave transfer. Manager's name is Danielle." The boss male said. I heard the other walk away on the hard concrete floor. He was wearing dress shoes as each step echoed in what must have been a warehouse.

I was dancing in the tiny crate as my bladder was about to burst.

"DAMMIT I NEED TO PEE!" My voice was working again and my own voice scared me.

"Jeff, take Nancy or Maddy...crate 112 and let her relieve herself quickly, or you get to mop up the mess!" Boss man said.

"Yes Master!"

"Crawl out head first!" The naked man wearing a chastity cage said. I was all too eager to listen as I was about to soil my crate. He was a small built man and had no ass. (Labor slave). I thought. He rushed me to a toilet that was out in the open on one wall of the sheet metal warehouse. He began to collect toilet paper as my bladder released it's massive payload.

He handed me the paper.

"You are free aren't you?" He said in a whisper. He was almost cute, well other than his obvious lack of will, and the really small cock cage. (Micro-penis).

"I am, and something got mixed up." I used the paper and dropped it into the bowl.

"My master is trying to remedy that. You'll be back home soon." The slave said. "You will have to go back into the crate till this is sorted." He said and escorted me back into the small cage.

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"Why would you assume that?" The slave opened the crate door.

"You haven't looked at my tits once." I said as I crawled in.

"OH! Well that is because I have no more sexual urges. They removed my balls and replaced them with marbles." The slave touched his scrotum. "I don't have a sissy body, so I am made to do menial work. I will die never knowing what sex feels like with a woman or a man." He smiled painfully.

"Sounds horrible." I said as he locked the crate.

"It's not so bad. I focus on what is important. Getting the work done. The 16 hour days just fly by now that I'm so focused on my job." He walked off as he finished his sentence.

"Okay I take it all back. I'll gladly work for Jenny." I said to myself.

The cramps were getting really bad. Being in the fetal position for hours on end, was taking it's toll. I was allowed out to eat, and use the toilet one more time before the warehouse lights turned off/ A door slammed.

All hell broke loose.

"Has anyone seen a girl, 21, with blonde hair, and blue streaks?" A voice came from the dark.

"My name is Julia Rostand. I was kidnapped against my will!" Another woman's voice.

Voices started yelling over each other, all trying to find out about loved ones or claiming that they were not meant to be enslaved. It sounded like a riot in a marble walled mall. The voices echoed so hard! When there was a small break in the voices, I added my own.

"IS THERE A NANCY SULLIVAN HERE?!!" I yelled as best I could.

"I'm Nancy Sullivan! They took me off the auction schedule! I want to be a sex slave!" I heard in the distance.

"Great, then tell them that I, Madeline Sullivan is a free woman, and our paperwork got mixed up!" I didn't have to yell as everyone was listening. The woman chuckled.

"All of you bitches that are complaining, have no idea how good it is to take dick for a living! My ancient Master died. As soon as he was in the ground, he left it in the will I would have my freedom back, I went back to Slave Depot to get a younger man's collar! So he can put slaves into my womb. He can make money selling my newly adult children! OR Breed them too!" Nancy was proud of her station in life.

"Good for you whore!" Some male voice said.

"Nancy PLEASE!" I begged.

"Pfft. Whatever. No one talks to me so it will be hard to explain. Good luck Madeline." Nancy said. I drank from the water bottle provided, and felt my throat go numb.

"Oh shit!" I thought. I was also getting drowsy.

The complaints of the stacks of slaves in crates began to rise again. Somehow, even in the din of the voices, I fell asleep and woke up being loaded into the back of a semi truck.

"Springfield is over stocked, this batch is going to Chicago." I heard men talking. I opened my mouth to yell that I was free. Nothing came out. The trailer door rolled close with a slam and I heard the lock being added.

"F-U-C-K!!!" I tried to scream. I managed a tiny squeak.

SPRINGFIELD SLAVE DEPOT

"I'm here to collect Madeline Sullivan, she should be in the warehouse." Danielle said.

"I have a Nancy Sullivan in stock. No Madeline." The warehouse manager looked over the pages. "Oh wait, there is a Sullivan listed here. She's going to be auctioned next week out of Chicago!" He looked up at the angry woman.

"She came in for an assessment, and she's been in bondage for three days. She is going to sue the shit out of you!" Danielle raged.

"So...I can call the driver of the truck she is on." The manager shrugged. "Who cleared her to be moved to the warehouse?" He asked.

Danielle thought hard. It had been her employees that had fucked this up. She would be the one facing the firing squad. If she was put into slavery, she'd be silenced, forever. Yet, Danielle knew that this woman was known around town.

"Call him!" Danielle ordered.

MADELINE

The semi pulled off the highway and stopped. The back door opened.

"Crate #112 Madeline Sullivan!" Some male voice barked. "Get her out and put her in the van, then you can drop your load in Chicago."

My crate was lifted out of the back of the truck after the crates above me were taken off. I was slid into a smaller van. A man faced the cage of the crate door.

"I'm so sorry about the mix up Ms. Sullivan. As soon as we are back in Springfield, my boss will meet with you, and she'll make it up to you." He said as he closed the back doors.

DANIELLE KOCH

"What are you going to do? The penalty for wrongful imprisonment it's six months jail per day!" Danielle's assistant manager stared at her.

"I'll pay her out of my own pocket." Danielle said. "Call me when she gets here and make sure to get her a meal of her choice and a nice hotel room!"

"Got it!" The man left her office.

"Glad we caught this in time." She said as she sat at her desk. She hiked up her skirt so her desk slave could dine on her.

"I'm glad I helped this time Mistress." Her skinny ex-husband said from under the desk. He used to be the COO of Slave Depot.

"SHUT. UP!" She sighed. "Give me an orgasm, or three, or else I will sell you in the plumbing section of the store, specifically, human toilets!" She ordered. Her Ex went to town on her sex.

He knew that only convicts were sentenced to be toilets, but the love of his life, and now Mistress had the power to do anything. It was divorce, or he took her collar. He took the collar, and she divorced him anyway. She married a younger man. He was now the desk slave at work, and cuckold maid at home. She made him clean both of them after sex.

Her new husband would even rape his ass, when she wasn't home. He endured it, and actually had begun to like it. He was able to cum when the new hubby railed him, all without touching his permanently caged cocklet.

Danielle tightened her legs around her slaves head as she finally came hard.

"The day is starting to look better." Danielle sighed. "Off of me! Get out and go vacuum or something!" She wheeled her chair out and let her ex out of the space he normally knelt in for hours.

She watched his flabby old bare ass left.

She went to make sure payroll was done on time, and then went to a meeting. By the evening, she was exhausted. She leashed her ex husband and was about to leave when a woman wearing a long T-shirt, and slippers walked up to her aggressively in the foyer of the massive building.

"A hotel? A meal? My best friend OWNS a restaurant better that hole you put me in!" The young woman yelled.

"Madeline Sullivan. I owe you a HUGE apology. Thankfully I was able to save you before auction. If you had gone to auction, you'd be a slave for life. I'm so sorry it took three days to track you down." Danielle towered over the smaller woman.

Danielle saw a hand coming at her. Instead of attacking the woman, her slave cowered behind her. The blow twisted her head to the right as the closed fist landed directly on her cheek. The woman was rather strong considering she was about 5-1 and maybe 120 pounds.

Danielle stared down at the woman.

"And you just committed a felony..." Danielle said. "I was going to get you back to your old life, but I think I will put you up for auction as a toilet FELON!" A needle went into my neck.

MADELINE

I woke free, on a mattress in a basement.

"Your people kept me in a tiny crate for three days!!" I continued where I had left off when I had seen that woman.

"I was going to make it right! But you can't contain yourself can you?" The taller woman looked down at me. Her lip was bleeding just a bit. She noticed, wiped the blood onto her wrist and smiled.

"I'm, I'm sorry." I said.

"You will be." She grinned at me.

"I'll make it up to you...anything. I just want to go home." I was pleading. One taste of slave life was more than enough.

"Anything?" Danielle wiped her lip again. It had stopped bleeding.

"Anything but slavery. I have some money saved, I'll give it to you!" I was near desperate at this point. I knew that felony slaves became plumbing.

"I won't report the assault. IF..." Danielle held her gaze in my eyes.

"What?" I whimpered.

"You fix the paper work issues with your case." She finished. I sighed relief. I knew how to do legal paperwork this would be a breeze.

"Not a problem. Give me the paperwork and I'll have it processed before breakfast." I smiled up at her confidently.

"Yeah...No. I need you to actually go to auction. Otherwise I may get in trouble with the state. You see, your cousin or whomever Nancy is, has managed to bungle things so bad, I now have four different records for two women. I need the state off of my back." Danielle crossed her arms.

"I don't want to be a slave!" I could feel the fear fueling the anger. I could kill this woman, and run. No more problems.

She backed up a bit.

"Do you know anyone that would like a roommate, and would buy you out of a slave contract?" Danielle asked me. She was frightened, but I could tell she was trying to reach a compromise.

I thought for a whole five seconds. I knew who would.

"Yes, my best friend Jennifer Atlas."

"Here. Call her and tell her to be at the next auction." Danielle handed me her phone.

I explained everything to Jenny, and how I needed her help. She seemed to feel like she had let me down by letting me end up where I was. I was confused as she had nothing to do with it. Eventually she said that she would buy me, and I could pay her back.

I sighed in relief.

I gave the phone back to Danielle. I was immediately cuffed, gagged, plugged and shoved into a slightly larger human sized cage. When it was locked Danielle bent down to look in my face.

"Hope your friend is rich. I'm going to bid against her. If I win, you will be beaten for a week before I cement you into permanent plumbing." She stood up straight. "Permanent for you, but you'll be dead of blood poisoning in a month or two. Turns out eating shit from me and my 19 year old husband is bad for slaves. I'll do my best to keep you alive to suffer longer. No one gets away with striking me. Night!"