The Age of Enslavement

All the characters in this story are 18 or older.

Elizabeth was feeling a bit stressed. She was supposed to turn in her favorite rape fantasy by the end of class today. Looking around it seemed she wasn't the only one who had procrastinated and forgotten. Many of the other naked students in Enslavement 101 were frantically writing with old fashioned pencils and paper. Elizabeth chewed her pencil eraser nervously and checked the clock again. 60 minutes left in class. She still had time, but only if she started writing. Only if she could think of something to write.

Professor Dagon stood at the front of the auditorium as always, her toned waxed body glistening in the stage lights. Though just as naked as the students, she seemed invincible. Untouchable. Beside her stood Clarissa Thompson: a student, and one of the only people in the room wearing clothes. Clarissa was a shy but well known cheerleader. Even Elizabeth could see Clarissa looked hot in her cheer uniform.

"You only get one first rape," the professor was saying to the class, "Everyone remembers their first, as they say. If you take some initiative, it can be a very special experience. You can use it to learn about who you really are. Many natural slaves use the humiliation of their first raping to reach that wonderful bliss of being permanently slave broken. Literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But like everything else, if you don't decide what you want, the world may decide for you. To give you some inspiration, Clarissa here has volunteered to have her first raping on stage today. Clarissa?"

That got some attention. A number of students glanced up from their writing. Clarissa was a sophomore who had already passed her Enslavement 101 class. Unlike the rest of the freshmen here she didn't have to be in this class anymore, risking humiliation or enslavement just to get a degree.

"Thanks Professor," Clarissa said in a shaky voice. She took a moment to steady herself, perhaps drawing on her cheer training, and spoke again with more confidence, "That's right. I'm here to be raped. For the first time in my life."

A lone male voice called out from the crowd, "We love you Clarissa!"

Clarissa blushed, and immediately reverted back to her more shy demeanor. "Oh thanks. Um. Thanks Jordan. Like...like many of you, I wonder if I am in fact a natural slave. I know if I am, then it would be best to submit to the collar. But I don't know. I really don't. Today I hope to find out. I know a lot of you have fantasized about sleeping with me and...and maybe even raping me. So I thought I'd help us all learn about ourselves with a public bond wager."

Now people were really paying attention. Bond wagers were rare and always exciting.

Clarissa continued. "So in a moment I'm going to...to strip for you. And then Professor Dagon has kindly agreed to chain me to the breeding bench for the rest of class. I'll be unable to stop you if you decide to come...to use me. Furthermore, I'm ovulating today. If you cum in me I could very well get pregnant. My...rape fantasy is to have my rights raped away. So every time I cum, I'll submit to having a slave letter tattooed above my butt. I'll surrender some of my rights each time you force me to cum."

To emphasize the point, the professor held aloft the tattoo gun. Excited whispers could be heard from the class. Slave letters were serious. This was getting really exciting.

"And finally," said Clarissa, "If you break me. Or you make me cum for the fifth time and give me my last letter then I'll...I'll be your slave. I'll get branded and be your permanent sex slave. Ownership will be evenly split amongst everyone who made me cum." A young, fertile, hot sex slave like Clarissa was worth a lot of money. Even split five ways, it was more money than most of these students had ever seen. Even the students who didn't care about raping her could use the cash. Everyone was on the edge of their seats now.

"But if you don't. If you touch me, and you don't break me -- if you don't even make me cum -- you'll have raped a free woman in front of hundreds of witnesses. And I will press charges. I want to be clear. Nobody has permission to touch me. If you don't enslave yourself on the spot, you'll face punishment and prison and gelding. In the end you'll most likely enslave yourself to me anyway. Basically, if you decide to rape me today, then one of us is for sure losing their freedom. That's the wager."

She looked out across the audience. There were tears in her eyes. "Part of me hopes you don't do it. I hope you all just ignore me until class ends. But I know that's not going to happen. I'm so afraid of being raped, and bred, and enslaved. But I'm also tired of being afraid. And if I make it through, if I don't break, then I won't have to be so afraid anymore. So either way I'll be better off." She steeled herself, and the confident cheer voice returned, "Anyway good luck and thanks in advance for helping me fulfill my first rape fantasy. Hopefully the first of many."

Light applause sounded. Clarissa began awkwardly taking her clothes off. She was obviously embarrassed about it. That was a bit ironic, since her entire audience was nude. Even so, it was a moment of surrender, and she knew it.

"Anyone who wants their phone back early may go collect it," announced the Professor, "So you can video record Clarissa's ordeal. No taking pics of each other, though. I will notice, and I will punish you."

Clarissa blushed deeply at that, but made no protest. Students began quietly shuffling to the back where the phones were kept. Clarissa paused for a moment, so everyone could record her strip tease as well. She then began removing her clothes as quickly as possible, dropping them in a pile.

The auditorium buzzed with conversation. Who would take the wager? How many would try? Damn Clarissa was hot. And smart. Either she'd end today as a slave, or with a harem of new slaves of her own. One way or the other she'd be set for life.

Elizabeth gave a worried glance to Brian, her fiancé seated beside her. He gave her a reassuring smile, as if to say, "Don't worry about it." Good. He wasn't interested in going down to take his shot. Elizabeth didn't think he would be, but Clarissa was really hot. You never could tell when a guy would think with his dick. Plus it wouldn't technically even be cheating if he did go down there. Even if they were married, sex with slaves wasn't cheating. Even so, she didn't want him to take that risk. Or get someone else pregnant. He was supposed to be saving all his sperm for her. For their honeymoon.

Clarissa, meanwhile, pulled off her sports bra. There was a brief round of applause when her small perky tits came into view. Then another much louder round of applause as her shaved pussy appeared. The professor took her clothing as it was discarded and locked it away. Soon Clarissa was fully naked, blushing, trying to cover herself with her hands. She had no clothes, and nowhere to go. The professor gently took her arms and pulled them apart, so everyone could get some good pics. She didn't resist. Humiliation was part of the fantasy.

"So, how is your rape fantasy coming," Brian asked Elizabeth, "Do you feel inspired? Do you think you'd ever be into something like what Clarissa is doing?" There was a bit of a hopeful note in his voice.

"Um. I don't think so," said Elizabeth, her eyes transfixed as the professor made Clarissa bend over, spread her ass, and part her labia for the cameras. "It is hot, in a way. But not something I want to do. Wait, is that what you want, love?" Elizabeth gave a teasing smile. "Is it your fantasy for me to go down there and get raped until I'm your sexy slave?"

"No, no of course not," said Brian, looking embarrassed. Elizabeth had known he would say that. He would never try to enslave her. That's one of the reasons she loved him so much. He really was different from most guys. But every now and then, he would get turned on by the strangest things. She had to explore this idea, if only to learn better what it was he liked.

"You know, it might actually be fun, if you were the one who raped me," she said, taking his hand and placing it on her bare breast. Damn she was horny. If only she wasn't wearing that chastity belt. If only they were already married. "It could be you breeding me. Breaking me in front of everyone. Raping my freedom away. Then I'd truly be yours forever. Or maybe you'd be mine." While she spoke she watched his cock. Not even a twitch. So much for that.

Brian just gave her his usually charming smile, and a couple of playful squeezes. "That could be fun. But, I don't know if it would be much of a rape if you picked me to do it."

Below, the professor decided it was time for the breeding bench. Clarissa took a deep breath, and then climbed into place. As the professor secured shackles around her, she was made more and more helpless. Already a line of rapists was forming: dozens of students waiting their turn, each prepared to risk enslavement in order to fuck the cheerleader's freedom away.

Time was passing too quickly. Elizabeth wanted to watch the raping, but it was only 50 minutes until the end of class. She really had to write something. The professor punished people who didn't turn in assignments. She was so distracted, she didn't even notice when someone sat down beside her, opposite of Brian.

"Mind if I sit here," asked the man, sliding into the seat. Elizabeth let out a tiny yelp of alarm. Like Brian, the new man was tall and muscular. But unlike everyone else here, he was dressed. Well dressed. Slacks and a well tailored blazer were visible in the dim light. Suddenly Elizabeth was super aware of her nakedness. She thought she had gotten used to it, but she clutched her arms around herself and blushed as if it were her first day in class.

"Hey Brian," the new man said, "And you must be Elizabeth. Pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand. His voice had a calm strength to it, like cool iron. When Elizabeth hesitated to shake his hand, he said very softly but firmly. "Take my hand."

Elizabeth obeyed. She had never been great at dealing with conflict. For the first time she looked into his eyes. That same cool iron was there. She shivered.

"Hey Damian," said Brian, "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're enrolled?"

"No," Damian smiled. Damn he was handsome. "I have special permission to be here. I came with a message for you two, but then I couldn't help but overhear. Stuck on your homework Elizabeth? I'm a slave trainer. I can help." His tone implied he wasn't asking.

Elizabeth felt real fear. Damian was too close, and he wasn't letting go of her hand. She was naked, and he was a slave trainer. Would he start trying to enslave her, here and now? If he did, would Brian stop him? Would she even want him too? That last thought made her shiver. There was fear, yes, but also thrill. And she was still so horny. What was this man doing to her? Could he really help her with her assignment?

Clarissa began to yell as her first rapist lined up his cock behind her. "No. No no please Jordan don't do this. Not you. Please. I'll do anything you want. Don't rape my freedom away please. AAAhhh." She moaned as he sunk his cock deep into her cunt.

"You'll do anything huh slut?" Jordan yelled, "Then break for me. You know you want to." He began mercilessly pounding her. The auditorium erupted into applause. Elizabeth thought she could see in Clarissa's eyes exactly the emotions she was feeling. Terror. Excitement. Lust.

"Amateur," whispered Damian in Elizabeth's ear. He was still holding her right hand in his, less like a handshake now, more like they were a couple. She shivered again at the feeling of his breath on her neck. He was so close, she could smell his subtle cologne. "He's going too hard too fast. She's not ready for that much pain yet. A proper enslaving requires finesse." With the most ginger gentle touch, he began caressing the small of her back with his left hand. She felt goosebumps cover her body.

Where was Brian? Was he even paying attention? Why wasn't he stepping in? Elizabeth looked to him for help. He was indeed paying attention. His eyes were locked on Elizabeth and Damian, as if he hadn't even noticed the raping below. Wait, was he getting hard? Elizabeth thought she saw a twitch from his cock.

"What if," whispered Damian, "In your rape fantasy, you were being enslaved for Brian, but raped by somebody else. He knows you need to be a slave, but can't do it himself, so he asks one of his best friends to rape you for him. He watches the whole time. Holding your hand. Telling you you're doing a good job. As you're bred. As you break. Just like Clarissa down there."

Clarissa was crying, but also gasping. Was she enjoying herself? It seemed she might be. Would Elizabeth enjoy the same, if Brain were there beside her? Maybe. Elizabeth squeezed her legs together, grateful for the rough edge of the chastity belt there. Was this really happening? She couldn't let Brian see how much it was working. How much she liked it.

At last, Jordan finished deep in Clarissa's cunt, breeding her like an animal. She was loudly sobbing -- or perhaps moaning -- either way unable to speak. A hush came over the crowd as everyone waited. Did it work? Was she broken? Did she at least cum? Through her gasps and tears, Clarissa shook her head. The audience let out a disappointed 'Ahh'. The professor stood by, ready to grab Jordan, if necessary. But he didn't run or struggle. The students had all been trained too well to defy the professor, and he had known the deal. He pulled himself from Clarissa with an audible slurp, and calmly knelt to be bound and collared.

After a few moments, Clarissa was able to talk again. "Good...good try Jordan. Thank you so much...for trying. I...I promise to do my best to be a good master to you."

"No regrets," answered Jordan, "I really do love you, Clarissa. I was probably going to lose my balls either way. At least this way I got to empty them into you first. If you do get pregnant, will you promise to keep it? For me?"

Clarissa didn't seem to have an answer. In the silence, the professor wheeled out the hot branding machine and started warming it up. She gave Jordan an ornate pen and held the self enslavement papers for him. He signed it without hesitation, and then spoke the verbal clause clearly into the mic.

"I, Jordan Ralph Logan, willingly submit myself to permanent slavery, forever. I hereby irrevocably renounce my personhood, and surrender my name, all property, and all rights. I bestow unconditional, transferable ownership of myself and my estate to my new master, my love forever, Clarissa Thompson."

Cheers sounded from the students. It was rare and satisfying to watch someone enslave themself with such dignity.

More tears were streaming down Clarissa's face. Her makeup was well and truly ruined. "I promise," she yelled out, "If I get pregnant, I promise to keep it. I don't ever want to forget what you did for me. And I promise to break you. I'll geld you. I'll devoice you. I'll sissify you. Whatever it takes. You won't have to be an unbroken slave for long."

Jordan smiled, and then screamed as the professor hot branded the lowercase 's' above his ass. "Yes Master," he grunted out through obvious pain, "Thank you Master."

Many of the would-be rapists seemed to hesitate then. Everyone knew that being enslaved but unbroken was a terrible fate. They had been taught over and over, if they should be enslaved, to submit and encourage the breaking, so as to reduce that period of time as much as possible. Not all were deterred, though. The next rapist in line climbed onto the stage.

"Isn't that romantic," said Damian, letting go of Elizabeth's hand at last. "Better get writing. Only 40 minutes left. Hey Brian. I think your fiancé here has found some inspiration. May I have your permission to continue helping?"

Another jolt of fear. Elizabeth looked sharply at Brian? What would he say? What did she want him to say? She didn't know.

"Yes," answered Brian. "Please keep...inspiring her."

With his now free hand, Damian began gently caressing Elizabeth's right breast. She froze. That wasn't the agreement! And shouldn't she get a say in whether he was allowed to grope her tits? But it was already happening. Brian had decided for her. And damn it felt so good.

"Start writing," Damian said.

What could she do? She obeyed. She began writing her rape fantasy, knowing full well that Damian could read every word. Knowing that he was the star of it. She felt herself getting wet as he continued to molest her, Brian continued to let him, and she continued to obey.