The Age of Enslavement

All the characters in this story are 18 or older.

Elizabeth shivered. She was about to give away her virginity, her fertile womb, and probably her freedom too, all to a slave trainer she'd just met, while her fiancé watched. Damian's cock flexed against her cunt. Was this really it for her? No auction. No party. Nobody even paying attention? Should she begin trying to break herself, as Clarissa was doing below: thanking her rapist and begging for more? Elizabeth couldn't think. She just had to trust her new master.

"Twenty minutes until class ends," the professor announced, "That means edging time has begun. Everyone begin using your vibrators. Anybody who cums before the next enslavement will be severely punished."

The class groaned in unison, but dutifully began strapping on or inserting various sex toys. At least they knew Clarissa was well on her way to being enslaved. Most likely they'd all get to cum soon, and the professor wouldn't have to pick any 'volunteers'.

Elizabeth, however, wanted to scream. Not now! She was already on the edge. She needed to cum so badly.

"I guess we'll have to wait a bit longer," Damian whispered, reaching around and teasing her clit with his fingers, "Hold on. I know you can do it."

Somehow, he brought her even closer to the edge, but wouldn't let her go over. No matter how Elizabeth wished, how she tried, she couldn't finish. Clarissa! Clarissa was her only hope. "Come on Clarissa," Elizabeth thought, "You've had plenty of time. Enslave yourself already so someone else can have a turn."

Clarissa, for her part, was indeed trying. As they had all been taught, she was doing her best to show real gratitude for her raping and enslaving. All this despite the fact that she was supposedly being enslaved to a mysterious cruel man who would torture, delimb, and eventually kill her. Elizabeth couldn't help but admire the bravery.

Amidst all this, a fully dressed older gentleman had come into the auditorium unnoticed, and made his way to the front.

"Coach!" yelled Clarissa as the man emerged into the stage lights. It was indeed Coach Burton, the 65 year old leader of the university's cheerleading squad. "Coach please. I need to be enslaved, but if Rachelle does it I'll be delimbed and euthanized. I need someone else. Anyone else." Tears were streaming down Clarissa's face. "You've always been so good to me, to all of the girls. Please. You're almost like a dad to me. You could do it. You could break me. And then I'd be yours. I'd be your perfect slut. I'd do anything you want. Please break me!"

"Sure kiddo sure," Coach Burton answered, "That's what I came for. I heard you were in trouble. But I'm not gonna risk my freedom for you. I only rape people when it's legal."

"I consent," Clarissa moaned. Rachelle was apparently getting her closer to another cum. "Anything you want. Please. I consent to you."

"Works for me," said coach. He turned to the professor, giving her shaved naked body an appreciative smile. "That okay with you professor? Oh, and do you mind if I borrow a paddle?"

She agreed, and coach soon held a sturdy wooden spanking paddle. He knelt down in front of Clarissa. "You want to be my slave kiddo?"

"Yes," she begged, tears streaming down her face, "Please, hurry. I'm trying to hold on but Rachelle is...really good."

"Well here's the deal. I really do care about you, which means if I'm doing this I've gotta break you all the way. I'm going to be really hard on you, but it's for your own good. Still onboard?"

"Yes coach. Please."

"Okay. Remember you wanted this kiddo, and you're gonna earn it. You need to suck my old flaccid sweaty dick and get me nice and hard so I can fuck your freedom away. I've been pretty frustrated with you lately, so I'm going to beat the hell out of you while you do it. And I better not feel a single one of those pretty teeth graze my cock. You bite me, and I'll walk away. Understand?"

"Yes coach."

With that he dropped his pants, and stuffed his cock into her young mouth. "That's right. Relax your throat. All the way down. You've been practicing haven't you?"

She couldn't really answer. With a solid crack, coach brought the paddle down on Clarissa's right ass cheek, careful to avoid her new tattoo. Clarissa jumped from the pain.

"Good job kiddo," said coach, "Not even a nibble. We'll make a painslut out of you yet." He brought the paddle down on her other ass cheek with another crack. "Good work Rachelle. Why don't you switch to using your mouth. Eat out all that rape cum so I don't get sloppy seconds."

"Yes coach," Rachelle answered, and began eating the cum from Clarissa's cunt.

Clarissa was visibly shaking from the pain and the effort to suck coach's cock without cumming.

"You deserve this kiddo," coach said to Clarissa with another crack, "Do you know why? It's because you're a tease." Crack. "Every day at practice you flaunt those perky tits, that perfect ass. Doing your stretches with the other girls, nearly naked, all covered in sweat." Crack. "Do you know what that does to a man? Of course you do. You know exactly what you're doing." Crack.

Clarissa's ass had turned an angry pink, so he moved on to beating her thighs, careful not to hit Rachelle in the head. Clarissa, now sobbing again, just kept sucking and slurping his veiny cock with everything she had.

"I've been nothing but good to you. You said it yourself." Crack. "But did you ever think to offer me an ounce of relief? Even just a hand job?" Crack. "No. A selfish young brat like you would never." Crack. "If you wanted to be my slave, you could have offered anytime." Crack. "Why should I take you now, when you threw away so many chances before?" Crack. "Why shouldn't I just nut in you, and then leave you?" Crack. "Do you know why you have rape fantasies?" Crack. "Because you deserve to be raped, and deep down you know it." Crack. "You deserve to be raped every day for what you did to me, and everyone else in your life." Crack.

Coach pulled his now hard cock from her mouth to give her a chance to answer. More tears streamed down her face as she openly bawled. Her thighs were bright red, and showing signs of bruising. He moved on to beating her back, shoulders, arms, tummy, and feet while she tried to speak.

"Please coach," she begged through tears and blows. "You're right. I'm a selfish tease." Crack. "I should have let you fuck me every day." Crack. "I deserve to be raped for what I did to you." Crack. Crack. Crack. "I deserve to be raped by everyone." Crack. "Thank you for beating me." Crack. "I do deserve it. I do." Crack. "Please enslave me, so I can have the rapings I deserve. I'll be a good rape hole for you. I promise. I'll be a good rape hole to everyone. I'll be good. Please make me your rape hole. I'll be good. Oh god. I'm so close. Please hurry."

Clarissa's whole body was red from the beating. Coach had stopped hitting her, and was instead tracing his fingers lightly across her angry skin. "It's hard to tell the difference between the pain and the pleasure isn't it?"

"Yes coach."

"You're about to cum aren't you?"

"Yes coach!"

"Apologize while you cum your rights away," he ordered, "Apologize to the whole class for not letting them fuck you enough."

"Yes Master! Yes!" Clarissa began to convulse again as pain mixed with pleasure, and the orgasm rolled over her. "I'm sorry everyone. I'm sorry."

"From now on, you'll let everyone fuck you as much as they like, won't you?" he yelled at her.

"Yes. Anyone. Yes." Once again Clarissa was squirting. Rachelle tried to drink as much as she could.

"Even if you aren't enslaved! Even if you stay free. You're a public fuck hole forever, aren't you?"

"Yes master. Forever. Public hole forever."

Clarissa's orgasm continued, clearly even more intense than the last one, wave after wave washing over her.

Coach didn't wait for her to finish. "Go let the enslaved rapists fuck you," he ordered Rachelle, "They've had a rough day."

"Yes coach," Rachelle answered. She crawled over and laid on her back between them. They started taking turns with her mouth, her hands, and her cunt.

Coach meanwhile got into position behind Clarissa. "I've been waiting so long for this," he said, "You should know I'm Rachelle's master. Her real name is HandyWhore12. Remember you asked for this." With that he plunged his cock into Clarissa's actively squirting cunt. There was no point in holding back now. He gripped her bruised ass in both hands and pounded her pussy with all of his might. Visible shock waves rippled through her body with each thrust, tossing her like a ragdoll in her bindings. The breeding bench held but creaked audibly under the strain.

Clarrisa started cumming even harder. Deep inside her mind, something cracked. She came again and again. One orgasm merged into the next: three, six, eight times. She emptied her whole bladder onto the stage. As each new wave of pleasure washed over her, as her beloved coach fucked the last of her personhood away with her enthusiastic permission, she mumbled incoherently into the mic. "Thank you...master...forever...master."

Elizabeth looked on: panting, trembling, and deeply envious. She would have switched places with Clarissa in a heartbeat if she could. Her body was covered in sweat. She felt as if she had been running this whole time. Who knew standing bent over, ready to fuck like a bitch in heat, was so much work. Horny juices were running down her legs. She had never known that could really happen. She thought it was a silly exaggeration from romance novels.

"Only ten minutes left in class," Damian said, flexing his cock against her hot cunt again, "Better finish that fantasy."

Elizabeth really didn't think she could focus enough to write in this position. But had to obey. When she tried to write, the words just came.

"Daddy isn't gentle. He rapes me like a jackhammer. He hurts me so good. Thank you Daddy. I scream and cry. He knows that means to rape me harder. I cum like a good slave. I squeeze daddy's cock. I milk his cum into me. His hot load fills me up. It makes me feel so warm. I hope I get pregnant. Thank you Daddy for raping me so good. I break for him like a good slave. Daddy rapes me again while I say the words to legally enslave myself. Daddy and Brian hold me while I get branded. I'm so broken the pain feels good. Mom says she's proud of me. I love you Mom. She kisses Daddy because he did a good job. I beg my neighbors to buy me. Gross old Mr. Campbell pays a lot of money for me at the auction. I feel good for having such a high price. I know Mr. Campbell likes ass to mouth. That makes me happy because I want to have Daddy's babies. I know Mr. Campbell wants to whore me out to get back some of his money. That makes me happy because it means I will get used up faster. I'll get ruined at the whorehouses, and then I can be with Brian. Brian is the man I love the most. After everyone else in the world has had a turn I'll even let him fuck me someday."

Elizabeth glanced at Brian. He was taking this edging thing very seriously, vigorously masturbating, stopping himself only barely in time, and then starting again. Good. She wasn't sure how much of her fantasy he'd managed to read. He'd probably be upset with her if he saw the end. It was better for everyone that he was having a good time on his own.

The auditorium erupted into cheers as coach unloaded his balls into his young student. Clarissa continued to mumble incoherently.

"I'd say that was at least four cums, wouldn't you agree professor?" coach panted.

"Very much so," the professor beamed, "Well done Clarissa. It's moments like this that make my job worthwhile. Let's raise up your ass a bit so all that cum can drain into your womb while we tattoo your freedoms away."

"As long as I can keep my cock where it is," coach laughed, "I want to feel her squeeze me while we do it."

"Yes master," Clarissa said weakly, "Thank you master."

They worked together to adjust the breeding bench so her ass was nice and high, her face was near the ground, and her cunt was still corked by coach's cock.

"Try to lick up some of that mess you made," coach ordered, "It'll help take your mind off the pain."

"Yes master. Thank you master." Clarissa started trying her best to slurp up the puddle.

Once again the professor held up the tattoo gun for a lecture. "Listen up class. Traditionally, the letter 'v' is the second slave letter given. It stands for 'voiceless'. Those with a 'v' tattoo are legally disenfranchised and lose their right to speak out loud without permission. If they demonstrate they can't follow this rule on their own, they are surgically devoiced so they can never speak at all. Some partial-slaves with a 'v' choose to get a vocal training chip installed, to help make sure they don't slip up. Be very cautious, class, whenever considering any training chip. They are very effective at altering psychology in lasting ways, whether you are a natural slave or not. Their effects are often permanent after a few weeks, even if the chip is removed. Hold still Clarissa."

The tattoo gun worked quickly. Clarissa cried weakly from the new pain. Coach grunted.

"The letter 'a'," the professor continued, "Stands for 'acquiescence'. Partial slaves with the 'a' lose their right to refuse reasonable orders given them by free people. 'Reasonable' notably includes nearly any sexual requests. Once tattooed, Clarissa will effectively become a public rape toy. She'll be listed in the Public Free Use Registry, and anybody who likes can have sex with her as much as they want. She will be legally unable to refuse. So, good news for anyone who missed their chance for a turn at the breeding bench. Please try your best to stop shaking Clarissa."

Clarissa once again cried in pain as the tattoo gun did its work. Coach groaned in pleasure as her body tensed around him.

"The letter 'l' stands for 'livestock'. Partial slaves with an 'l' are no longer considered people. They are renamed and numbered. They may not own property or slaves. Strays can be legally disciplined, collared, or caged if found wandering without their guardian. They lose the right to decide how their children are raised. However they retain the legal protections that animals enjoy. Animal cruelty laws apply. So long as they are not fully enslaved, they can only be euthanized with good cause and by a licensed vet. Good job Clarissa. You're doing great. One more."

Coach once again moaned a bit as the tattoo gun buzzed. "I'm going to name you Cheerbreeder18," he said, "I've had it registered and ready for a while now."

"As you all know," said the professor, "The lowercase 's' is for slave. It is branded instead of tattooed. Slaves have no rights whatsoever. Are you ready to sign your self enslavement Cheerbreeder?"

"May I say a few words to the class first," she asked meekly.

"Of course."

Though she was clearly in a lot of pain, with coach still in her cunt, and her face dripping with piss, Cheerbreeder sounded happy. Her voice was confident, much more than when she first arrived. "First I wanted to say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who helped rape or humiliate me today. I really am slave broken now. I can feel it. It feels so freeing. I enjoyed my raping today so much. I know enjoying a rape is a sure sign that someone is a true natural slave. I finally know my place, and it is such a relief. Also it turns out I'm a bit of a pain slut. I never could have learned so much about myself without your help. I'm so proud of my to be enslaved, and I hope I get to serve you all as a public rape hole."

"I want to give an extra special thanks to Coach Burton," she gave him an affectionate squeeze with her cunt. "That was the greatest cum I've ever had. When you revealed you were the secret cruel master all along...I can't imagine anything breaking me as well as that did. Even if I wasn't tattooed, I could never go back to my normal life now. I'm so sorry for being such a tease coach. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. If I have to be raped to death by someone, I'm glad it's you. You deserve it."

"Ah kiddo," coach replied, "I was never never going to delimb or euthanize you. That was a lie I made HandyWhore tell to help push you to your true potential. I don't even have any art collection. I just know a few tricks to help my girls find their calling. You'll live the life of a secret slave, like HandyWhore, like a lot of my girls. Well," he laughed at the crowd and the cameras, "Not that secret. But you'll keep your voice, and your clothes. I still need you on the cheer squad after all. You'll get raped a lot after today, but I expect you to finish your education. You'll have a career. I'll let you get married if you want, probably to one of these fine slaves." He winked at Jordan. "I'll be visiting your marriage bed every so often of course. And maybe betting you in the occasional card game. Maybe we'll have a breeding raffle or two. That's all I want, though. I've known you for a while, Cheerbreeder. I know deep down you always needed to be a slave, but always wanted to be a free woman. Now you can have the best of both worlds."

Cheerbreeder was weeping once again, this time tears of joy. She tried to speak, but nothing came out.

"And you know what," said coach, "I once heard you talking with the other girls about the enslavement party you've always wanted. Let's have that party. Oh. After you've healed a bit, though. I really beat the snot out if you didn't I? To make it up to you, I'll host it. Everyone's invited. We'll brand you after everyone has had a proper turn in you."

"Yes master. Thank you master. You're the best. Really the best. Thank you so much." She really seemed to mean it, speaking in between sobs.

Carefully, the professor and coach began unbinding Cheerbreeder. Rachelle and coach braced her from either side and helped walk her off stage.

Wait, was that it? Elizabeth looked at the clock. There were only two minutes left in class. Was nobody getting enslaved? That means they wouldn't be allowed to cum! This was a catastrophe. Someone needed to volunteer. She thought about doing it herself. Would that work? No, she was still only 18: not old enough to be enslaved. Suddenly she felt pressure against her vagina. Sweet relief: at last Damian had decided to rape her. This was it. But it didn't feel like his cock. The object sliding into her felt small and smooth, like a toy or a capsule. He was gently pressing it deep inside her with his fingers. She shuddered from the penetration even so. But then she felt familiar cool metal against her vulva. Her chastity belt? Damian was locking her back up! No no no. She turned to stop him, but froze when she saw the look in his eyes. It was the look of a Master. It was a look that said she had forgotten her place, and there would be consequences if she didn't remember it quickly. The chastity belt lock clicked closed.

Damian repocketed his lock picking tools. "Don't worry," he said, his eyes suddenly softer, "I'll make sure you break good and hard when you're ready. But you're not mine to break yet, and I would never break another man's things. Unless he wanted me to." He smiled at Brian. "You picked a good one buddy. You've got a lot of promise Elizabeth, but you do need some training. That toy I put in your pussy will help. It has a training chip in it: a really expensive one. It'll give you a little reward when you follow my orders, and a little shock when you defy me. For now I only have two orders. First, keep it in always. Second, never orgasm without my permission. Will you do that Elizabeth?"

This was all happening so fast. She was getting training? From a slave trainer? She knew what he wanted her to say, but she didn't want to say it. Almost as if reading her mind, the toy gave her a little painful pinch. "Ah! Yes Daddy," she said before she could stop herself.