The Age Of Enslavement Pt 03

All the characters in this story are 18 or older.

Edit: There is no character death or amputation in this story. Previous versions of this part had characters discussing these themes as speculative possibilities to heighten the stakes. Those discussions have been removed from this part to better comply with content guidelines.

Elizabeth's heart was pounding as she wrote her rape fantasy.

It's my 19th birthday. I'm excited to have a party with my friends, and for Daddy to take off my chastity belt. I've reached the age of enslavement. I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and be enslaved if I want. But it's not just a birthday party. My family surprises me with a rape and auction party. I'm going to be broken and sold today.

She'd had writer's block before, but now the words were pouring out onto the paper. Each time she finished a thought, Damian rewarded her by gently caressing somewhere new on her naked body: her nipples, her neck, her legs, her ass. His ginger touch kept sending shivers up her spine. She could feel his muscles through his suit.

Daddy takes me in his powerful arms, and ties me up in the front yard. All the neighbors come out to watch me get raped and sold. I'm afraid, but Brian and Daddy hold me. Daddy promises to break me well. Brian promises to be a good owner to me after my buyer finishes using me up.

Damian teased the edges of her chastity belt, making her ache for more.

Daddy takes off my chastity belt. He rubs my clit. I never knew Daddy had so much skill. I cum for Daddy, with Brian and all my friends and neighbors watching. My gross old neighbor Mr. Campbell counts his money. He can't wait to bid on me in the auction. Thank you Daddy. Please give me more.

Damian seemed to answer the request. Standing up behind her, he began caressing her with both hands. She could feel his cock on her back, through his pants. It pulsed gently against her with his heartbeat.

Daddy pulls out his cock for me. I've never seen Daddy's cock before. It's so beautiful. I know once he puts it in me, there's no going back. I won't be his little girl anymore. I'm scared, but I want it. Brain kneels down in front of Daddy and opens his mouth. Brian loves me, and wants to make sure his future bride's first raping is the best it can be. So he sucks Daddy's cock and makes it nice and wet and hard for me. Thank you Brian.

Elizabeth glanced over at Brian. He was not only rock hard, but gently caressing himself. Below Clarissa was being pounded by her third rapist. Her second rapist knelt already collared beside Jordan. This new guy seemed to have some skill, and now that Clarissa was warmed up she was obviously enjoying herself. She moaned and squealed and loudly thanked him for raping her so good. But Brain wasn't paying attention to any of that. His eyes were only for Elizabeth. That ache between her hips got stronger.

Brain asks permission to eat Daddy's asshole while Daddy fucks me. Brian is such a good fiancé. I know with Brian's help, Daddy will fill my womb with the biggest load ever.

Clarissa groaned in disappointment as her third rapist unloaded into her fertile cunt. "No, no," she called, "Not yet. Fuck. I was so close."

The audience let out a disappointed 'aww'. The dude tried to keep going, but it was clear his cock wasn't up for it anymore. The moment was lost. For a second, it looked like he might make a run for it, but the professor took him firmly by the shoulder before he could get any ideas.

"Thanks anyway Nick. It was a good try," said Clarissa, as he knelt to become her third slave. There was no defying Professor Dagon.

Elizabeth felt similarly trapped but safe -- held gently but firmly in Damian's powerful arms. As if to chide her for getting distracted he lifted her from her seat into a standing position. "Thirty minutes left," he whispered into her ear, "Keep writing."

"Yes Daddy," Elizabeth answered.

I feel Daddy's hard bare cock nuzzle against my virgin cunt. I know I can't stop him. If he takes me, I'll be his forever. Please do it Daddy. Please take me.

Deep down Elizabeth knew what was coming next. Standing, bent over her desk, she felt Damian's bare cock touch her from behind. More shivers fluttered across her skin as he brushed her ass, and then slid it between her legs, right up against her chastity belt. He held her just like that, for a long time. She dared not move. As his cock throbbed against her that ache grew and grew.

Below, Clarissa's line of rapists had lost some of their confidence. Three students were now Clarissa's slaves, and she had yet to come even once.

"Don't give up now," she panted. Sweat covered her taut body. Her thrice raped birth-control-free cunt dripped cum onto the stage. "That last one was so close."

Nobody in the front of the line moved, so someone pushed their way through from the back and climbed up onto the stage. It was a woman this time. Surprised whispers fluttered through the crowd. Rachelle was a cheerleader too.

"Rachelle?" Clarissa sounded surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Same as everyone else," Rachelle answered loudly enough for everyone to hear. Her fit naked body glistened in the stage lights. "I'm here to rape my best friend."

Rachelle wasted no time, and began massaging Clarissa's cunt with her hands. Clarissa immediately began humming little happy sounds. The professor held a mic nearby so everyone could hear them both.

"I never expected to be raped by my BFF," Clarissa said in between little happy groans, "But I'm happy you're here Rachelle. Thanks for raping me. It's...ah...so much easier to break for someone who cares about me. And maybe...maybe it'll be fun having my best friend as my master. Or my slave. Either way, we'll be together forever, right?"

"Oh hun," Rachelle answered, "I can't lie to you. If you break for me, I won't be your master. I've been a secret slave for months now, and so I can't own you. My master sent me down here because he doesn't want to risk getting enslaved himself. If I can't make you come, you get me. If you break, he gets all of us." She gestured at the new slaves.

Clarissa looked panicked, and then visibly shuddered with pleasure. It seemed Rachelle was already close.

"Wait," Clarissa panted, "Hold on. Who is your master then? Who are you enslaving me for?"

"Can't tell you," Rachelle said with regret in her voice, "He made me keep it a secret. And I can't disobey him, Clarissa. I can't. You'll understand soon." Another small shudder of pleasure moved through Clarissa, "I can tell you some stuff, though. He's going to make you into a pain slut Clarissa. He's going to hurt you, until you like it. He's going to do terrible things to you until you're ready to join his modern art collection." Clarissa gasped in fear and pleasure. Art collector slavers were famous for displaying their slaves in truly sadistic ways. "He's terrible Clarissa. He told me he's going to keep you unbroken as long as possible, maybe forever."

That sparked real fear. Clarissa began straining against her bonds. For the first time, she seemed genuinely trying to escape. But the breeding bench held firm. "No, no no no," she begged, "Please, please stop Rachelle. I can't have a master like that."

"I'm so sorry bestie. I can't stop," Rachelle said, "You won't be able to either. Your only hope is to break, all the way, right now. If you break like I did, you'll enjoy it when he modifies you. Nothing can hurt you when you're slave broken. It's the only way, bestie."

The new slaves began getting really nervous about this turn of events. Who knows what such a master would do with them. "Fight it, Clarissa," Jordan yelled, "You can do it. Don't come for this bitch."

Clarissa did try. She began yelling, and screaming, trying to hold back the orgasm with all her might. It was no use. Her screams of horror turned into screams of pleasure as her own body betrayed her. "No no no no! Yes Yeeesss. NOOOOO!" Her body convulsed, and she began squirting all over Rachelle's hands, spraying the stage with pleasure juice. She squirted again and again, shaking and howling for a solid thirty seconds.

"Did it work," Rachelle asked once the moans stopped, "Did you break bestie?"

Clarissa was ugly crying. "No," she gasped in between sobs, "No no. I don't think I did. I came. I came so hard. But I'm not broken yet."

Rachelle looked to the professor. "Please professor. Please let me try again. I can break her this time I know it."

"Very well, but after she gets her slave letter," the professor answered, holding up the tattoo gun, "Try to hold still Clarissa or it might smear. Would you like to start with 'e'?"

Clarissa nodded and did her best to calm her sobs and hold still. She cried out and shook in pain as the needles of the gun rapidly tattooed the lowercase letter 'e' above her right ass cheek.

"A quick refresher," the professor reminded the class, "'e' is traditionally the first slave letter taken, and it represents exhibition. Clarissa, though still technically a free woman, has permanently lost her right to privacy. She may no longer legally wear clothing for modesty, only for practical necessity. She must strip when asked, and anytime she comes indoors. She will attend all her classes naked. She will work naked. And of course, she will cheerlead naked. In addition, her address and location will be tracked and posted publicly. From now on anyone may look up any time where she is, and where she lives."

Clarissa continued to sob. She was in a lot of pain, and she had just had one of her rights raped away by her best friend.

Rachelle fetched some paper towels and began mopping the tears, snot, and ruined makeup from Clarissa's face. That seemed to help. "Come on. There's no time to lose, bestie." Rachelle began gently massaging Clarissa's cunt again. "You have to break for me this time. I doubt I'll get another shot. Repeat after me: thank you for raping me so good. I needed it."

"Thank you for raping me so good. I needed it," Clarissa said, still crying a bit. This time, instead of struggling, she flexed her hips into Rachelle's hands, genuinely trying her best to break.

"Try to mean it Clarissa," Rachelle said, "You have to mean it."

"Thank you for raping me so good," Clarissa yelled with much more feeling. "I needed it. I need it. Please keep raping my freedom away. I need it so bad. I need it. I need it."

Elizabeth watched all this trembling, sweating. She couldn't think. Damian had been flexing his cock against her chastity belt the entire time. He had also been fiddling with the lock in the back, causing the belt to occasionally brush her clit. It was driving her nuts. She wanted that cock more than she wanted air.

"Admit that you want me," Damian ordered her.

A cold fear filled Elizabeth's gut. Somehow she knew this was a point of no return. She glanced at Brian. Pure lust filled his eyes. He gave a barely perceptible nod. The ache grew even stronger. She couldn't disobey.

"Yes Daddy," she said, "I want you."

"Admit that if you weren't wearing the belt, you'd let me take you right now, in front of your fiancé and everyone."

Up until now, she could tell herself she didn't have a choice. But if she said it out loud, that made it real.

"Tell the truth slut," Damian gently coaxed.

"Yes Daddy," Elizabeth said, her voice cracking, "If I didn't have my belt, I'd let you fuck me, right now, in front of Brian and everyone."

"If I ordered you, you'd walk down onto that stage to be raped and enslaved, just like Clarrisa, wouldn't you?"

She didn't want to be a slave. She didn't. But she knew that ache in her cunt wouldn't let her disobey, even if she tried. She couldn't even lie and say she would. Thank god for the chastity belt. God damn the chastity belt.

"Yes Daddy. If it weren't for the belt, I'd let you breed and enslave me right now."

With a click, Elizabeth felt the lock of the chastity belt come open. Wait, what? Only her father had the key. It fell to the floor with a clatter. Her mind went blank as she felt Damian's hard cock nuzzle the entrance of her sopping wet engaged willing fertile virgin cunt.