This story is a fantasy. It involves non-consensual sex and BDSM. Do not try to do it at home and do not read if you may be shocked.
Context: Karen is a psychologist that designed a slave taming procedure. But after two slaves died in the slave training centre Her slave, Alex and she have been sent on an investigation. Karen is now a slave in training and Alex is the "Slave supervisor" who helps the guards but still is a slave. Alex lives with one of the guards John, who she is having an affair with. They found out that the girls who died were poisoned, and first suspected another guard, Philipp. They apply Karen's procedure on him and began to feminize him. But Phillip knows a lot of things about what is being changed in the centre, and they wondered if he is guilty. Meanwhile, Melissa was a black lesbian slave, but the training centre directors sent her on a spy mission for a special customer who can make slavery legal.
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X Who is the spy?
The air turbulences were making the plane unstable, and Melissa wasn't used to travelling by plane. What's more, she was still tied to her Saint-Andre's cross fifteen minutes before the plane took off from the island wherein stood the centre. She was in the throw of air sickness.
"Please, Melissa, would you like to try on the different clothes we selected for the time you'll spend in London." Frank, the OSO director asked. The black slave wasn't experienced, she had been collared a week ago, but she knew the 'would you like' was formal and she'd better 'like' to obey.
"Yes Master" she replied and went to the stack of dresses, skirts Jim and Franck had selected for her. At first, she was uneasy and thought it was a trick. But she quickly realised it was not the case, and while she was used to be naked all day, she enjoyed wearing clothes.
"Does it please you, Melissa?" Jim asked.
"Yes, of course, Master" she replied, not daring to ask for a bra.
"Melissa, we'll explain what we want you to do, but afterwards you will return to the centre. You could think of trying to escape. The key to your belt is still at the centre, and it's impossible to remove it without hurting you. There is a tracker in your collar. So do not try something you would regret, is that clear?" Franck explained.
"Yes, Master" the slave answered. She wondered how long she would stay in London, so how long her belt would stay locked.
She chose a linen light blue dress that buttoned on the front. She liked the contrast on her skin. Then she sat and fastened her seat belt. She thought about the mission she had been assigned. She hoped it would work the way Frank said it would. She was anxious, and then she realized the clothes were scratchy. She would need some time to get used to being dressed again. Her feet were uneasy in the shoes too.
The plane landed at night, and when she got out of the cabin, she was marked by the cold and wet air.
"It's raining, welcome to London, Melissa." Jim laughed. She looked at him and then began to panic.
"What about the custom, Master."
"Don't worry, Melissa."
They went to an automated customs area. Franck scanned a passport for Melissa, and after the facial scanner had done its job the door opened. She was in the United Kingdom. She wondered if she couldn't run to a police officer, but she kept in mind that perhaps her belt would then never be opened again, and with her clitoris piercing, she already longed to have it removed. She looked around and saw no police officer anyway. She walked behind Jim, with Frank to her side. She looked at her image in one of the glass panes and liked what she saw. She was a slave, but the collar would get unnoticed, and she no longer looked like the sub-Saharan inhabitant she was before she was sold to this organisation. She had a thought for her friend back in Somalia. Melissa had had the luck to be sold. Her friend probably had been executed due to their homosexuality that wasn't accepted.
As they reached the exit, she noticed a tall and big man. What marked her was his hair. He was blond but more than that it seemed that he had not been groomed as his hair was messy. He smiled at the three of them.
"Glad to see you," he said.
"Hi Igor, this is Melissa, Melissa this is Igor, he will be your Master, from now on."
"Hi, Master Igor" Melissa said in a low voice, with her head bowed.
"I'll call you tomorrow, Franck", Igor said winking, he turned back. "Come with me, Melissa"
"Yes, Master," Melissa said as she trotted to the big man.
"Call me Igor, please, Melissa" Igor insisted.
Melissa did not believe her eyes as the car slid into the city and stopped at Igor's home.
"I think somebody followed us, Master," the driver said.
"Some journalists I think" Igor just said. Melissa wondered why Igor did not care if he was followed, or of Journalist's knowing he owned a slave. He seems important, but she knew better than to ask.
Igor showed Melissa her room, and the slave girl was turned on by the room, she never had such a place for herself.
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"Karen, Karen, please, wake up!" the Spanish voice of Carmen said.
Karen opened her eyes and looked at the nude Spanish girl in front of her. 'I'm at the centre, but I'm not in one of the underground cells, I am in a room' she said to herself as she looked at herself. The room was poorly decorated, but it was far better than the white underground cell in which there's no sunlight. She stood up and went to the window.
"Thank you, Carmen. Yesterday I was so exhausted that I didn't look at the room or at the sea," Karen said.
"When I got my collar, I spent hours looking at the sea." Carmen exposed.
"Your hopes of escaping were dead with the realisation we were on an Island?" Karen asked while looking at Carmen.
"Si, How... How do you know we're on an Island if you didn't look at the sea" The Spanish slave inquired.
"I... I tried to escape from the underground and they said to me that we are on an island," Karen said after she thought Carmen should think she was an ordinary slave.
