Bitch Emily Gets a Record
Bitch Emily woke up in a police cell, her former life as college lecturer Dr Koumides seemed a lifetime away. Wearing only her brown leather slut collar and a pair of thigh high black pvc platform boots she shivered from both the cool morning air of the cell and withdrawal from the drug 'Bliss' after her ass plug had been removed the day before when she had been booked in.
Her body ached with need for stimulus, her nipples, ears, nose, navel and clit throbbed from their recent piercings, and the control chip implanted in her told her over and over again that she was a "Bad Girl".
"Bitch enjoy your breakfast." Barked an unseen guard as a tray was pushed through a small hatch in the steel cell door.
On the tray were two used condoms full of cum. Without any hesitation Bitch Emily picked up first one condom and then the other and squeezed every drop of their contents into her mouth.
"Good girl." Confirmed the voice of the feedback chip implanted in her head. While behind the door someone chuckled obviously watching her.
With that she pushed the tray away to the far side of the cell, a little ashamed at what she had just done. The cum had satisfied her craving, although she was still left with a nauseating need from the stimulus of drugs. She started to bang on the door to attract the attention of the guard.
To her surprise and relief the door was opened and the tall black guard came into the cell clipped a leash to the collar around her neck and led her out into a corridor.
"Time to meet CJ for your exam."
Bitch Emily wasn't sure what was going on but she was happy to at least get out of the cell for a while, in the corridor stood an elegant blonde woman, early thirties, in a tightly fitted suit, as they grew nearer she spoke in a soft voice.
"Bring her into the rape suite and I'll get her ready." She took the leash from the guard and led Bitch Emily into an exam room.
As they stood in the pastel painted room, she lifted Bitch Emily's newly blond hair up and took a scan of the barcode on the back of her neck.
"Hop up on the chair lovely."
Bitch Emily followed the woman and sat in the single padded chair in the room, the examiner adjusted the position of her legs so that they fit in the stirrups.
"There, we can get started now."
For some reason Bitch Emily felt safe with this woman, and her soothing tone had almost made her forget about the desires for drugs and sexual stimulus which had been gnawing at her earlier.
"So my name is Cunt Jasmine, I'm the Slut Support Officer here, first I'm just going to check you over before they ask you some questions about what happened yesterday."
Bitch Emily was a little surprised at this she hadn't realised that this smartly dressed professional was another owned slut, but now as she looked up at her standing over her she could see the delicate gold choker tight around her neck.
"You're owned too?" Bitch Emily asked.
"Yes, of course." Replied Cunt Jasmine rather matter of factly. "The Repatriation Company took me straight from University and put me to work here with the Police department.
Cunt Jasmine looked at a laptop on a workbench next to the chair, on the screen was Bitch Emily's records from the barcode read out.
"So you're a new slut, still in your first week, used to be a college lecturer, I bet things are happening a little fast for you?"
Bitch Emily nodded while she watched Cunt Jasmine scrolling through her details.
"You've been chipped, that's good, that will make things much easier for you."
Cunt Jasmine accessed Bitch Emilys control chip settings and made a few adjustments to her sexual desire and her IQ.
"There I've brought your IQ up to full again, although you do understand that the drug and your new lifestyle will permanently reduce your IQ over time, you'll never be able to be quite the same person you were."
Bitch Emily for the first time in days experienced a clarity of thought, her mind seemed to be buzzing with ideas again.
"Really, I'm going to be a dumb slut forever?" She asked.
"Well yes, but over time you'll just accept it more and more as it just become who and what you are."
"I'm not sure I'd like that." Said Bitch Emily.
"Slut, it's not about what you like anymore, you belong to the Repatriation Company now."
Cunt Jasmine pulled on a pair of black latex gloves and turned towards Bitch Emily.
"Now, just relax while I check you over."
She smiled at Bitch Emily.
"You might actually enjoy this, I turned you're sexuality up to full lesbian."
Bitch Emily froze at the thought of this, she hated the control chip and the way other people could make it control her intelligence and her feelings. But Cunt Jasmine was soft with her touch and it was actually quite relaxing as she gently caressed her body.
"So newly dyed blonde hair, and extensions too. Ears, septum, tongue, nipples, navel and clit pierced."
She took an alcohol wipe from a dispenser and wiped the new piercings.
"You need to look after these for a few days honey."
She said wiping around her clit, and then continuing to rub her pussy, slide first one then two fingers in.
Bitch Emily gasped a little, she was enjoying this, Cunt Jasmine had an amazing touch, and she could feel her desire rising.
"So, it says here that you were plugged when you arrived, I bet your really missing that now?"
Bitch Emily nodded, she longed to feel the plug in her ass again, and receive the soothing constant dose of drugs that it delivered.
"If you're a good girl I can get that back for you."
Bitch Emily smiled a little thank you.
"How many times have you been fucked in the past 48hours?"
Bitch Emily looked at her blankly and smiled softly.
"I can't remember...er...lots." She giggled.
"How many guys?"
"Oh, just the one, my erm master, or owner or whatever he is Marcus."
"Yes I see, it says here an Investment Manager called Marcus is your pimp."
Pimp, that was news to Bitch Emily. Bitch Emily thought again for a while, now that her brain was capable of proper analysis.
"So, you got used to big black cock yet, honey?"
