"Really?" Sarah seemed confused. "I thought slavery was irreversible." She was momentarily hopeful.
"Only when you are sentenced to slavery by the courts," Sam explained. "If you're enslaved by a private citizen or company, you can be emancipated."
Sarah was a bit crestfallen. So there was no way out for her. "How?" she asked.
Sam was a little surprised that Sarah was not entirely familiar with the slavery system, but she just guessed that Sarah had had a private education where the ins and outs of slavery had never been explained to her. She had guessed right.
"Usually, if your owner decides to free you, he can pay five thousand lira to the government. The slave then becomes a state slave for twelve months, and is then given a public corporal punishment; it's not meant to make slavery less undesirable you see. The slave is then free. You adopt the surname of your owner and any given name he decides to give you, and you are subjected to triple poll tax, fifteen lira a month."
"Go on."
"Well, I was originally born in the south of the Empire. When I was sixteen, my parents ran into some financial difficulties. I was young and blinded by love for my parents, and I volunteered myself to be enslaved in place of my mother to pay off the debts. I was sold a couple of times, eventually ending up in Grand City. My last owner was old and died, and I, as property, was inherited by his daughter. She was a kind woman who had no desire to own a slave, and she stumped up the money to emancipate me as a gratitude for nursing her father during his ill-health. Following the rules, I was assigned as a state slave for twelve months. You could be assigned to do anything, hard labour, community service. As it was I was assigned to an Imperial Army battalion to be a company slave – each company is in the possession of at least one slave. Nominally I was there to clean the barracks and cook, but in reality I was the company whore. It was the worst year of my life, being raped in some way every day."
"Oh my..."
"Well, at least I could see an end to my troubles. Anyway, as I explained to you, at the end of that service you are given a corporal punishment. It is the man responsible for you during your service that decides what the punishment should be, in my case the captain of the company. He was a sadistic man who never liked me, and he decreed that I should be publically given a hundred lashes and then electro-tortured for twenty-four hours."
"That sounds awful."
"It was. I was whipped in Justice Square before an execution. You can still faintly see the scars on my back. The electro-torture took place back at the barracks, and the entire battalion was entertained for a whole day while my breasts and pussy were shocked at random intervals. And then, finally, I was free. My owner, the daughter, had not known what my real first name was when she had filled in the form, so she had decided to call me Sam after her mother, so I was given this new name and then literally thrown out onto the street."
"So how did you end up here?"
"Well, I was literally abandoned on the street outside the barracks with no clothes and no money. And, as I said, I was now due triple poll tax. I of course made for the Shacks, trying not to get caught without any clothes. I bought myself a couple of rags through unsavoury means, and then lived on the streets of the Shacks. There was no way I could earn fifteen lira a month, and month after month I was forced to go to debtors' jail. Eventually they charged me with tax evasion and, irony of ironies, I was enslaved. At least now I know what to expect; I actually feel quite comfortable."
"I wish I did; I've never been so scared in my life."
Sam smiled.
"Don't worry, my love. You just need to remember to be obedient, pleasing and to keep out of notice and you'll be fine."
Just then, the door to their room was opened, and in walked two guards. Each carried a bottle of some liquid with a sports cap. On guard made his way to Sarah's cage. Sarah curled up in a ball with fear, trying to hide her nakedness despite her arms being outstretched above her head. Her eyes were wide in apprehension. The guard bent down and thrust the bottle through the bars.
"Drink this girl, it's a nutrient drink and you may not be fed for a while."
Reluctantly, Sarah let her lips enclose the cap and drink the sickly substance. She noticed the guard glance down at the 'V' on her thigh and look disgusted. When she was finished, the bottle was withdrawn through the cage bars. Sam had had the same happen to her, and her bottle was withdrawn through the bars. The two guards got up.
"This one's a virgin, can't touch her," Sarah's guard said, sounding disappointed.
"Don't worry, we can take turns with Miss Exotic Beauty here," the other man said looking over at Sam, "we were promised a go at one of the bitches."
Sarah watched in horror was Sam's cage was opened, and the guards unlocked a hand each to drag the naked body into the centre of the room.
Sam looked shocked, but she composed herself remarkably quickly. "Please sirs," she pleaded, getting onto her knees to beg, "I'll suck you both off, real good, just please don't hurt me."
The lead guard was already unzipping his flies. "Go on then, show us what you can do." His cock sprung erect from his trousers. The once-confident Sam was now shoving this thing down her throat with all the expertise of a pro. She teased and stroked his shaft and ball sack, and was rewarded reasonably quickly with a throatfull of his hot sperm. She swallowed without needing to be told to, wincing as she did so. The next guard quickly took his place. He was more forceful, and grabbed hold of Sam's ears as he viciously fucked her mouth. Sam struggled to keep her composure, but she did, her eyes wide. The second man visibly tensed up and withdrew from Sam's mouth, to cum over her face.
The men laughed as they bungled the disgraced Sam into her cage. Sarah looked on in abject horror. Sam let a little tear escape her eye. The senior man looked at Sarah.
"Let that be a lesson to you, bitch; you have no right to disobey, slave." With that they left.
"Oh my god," Sarah said when they were alone. Sam's face was covered in the sticky white cum of her mouth rapist.
"It's okay," she said quietly and despondently, "you'll have to get used to that, if you ever can; they'll never care, trust me." Sam turned over, her back to Sarah, clearly not in the mood to talk.
