The Age of Enslavement

The food was magnificent. At Damian's suggestion, Annabelle began treating Brian like a puppy. She hand fed him his dinner like treats in between his puppy kisses on her bare feet. It felt so strange but good. She couldn't believe Elizabeth's naked fiancé absolutely refused to balk. She half hoped he would declare enough was enough, and demand his clothes back. She kept glancing at her naked daughter, to gauge how she felt about his humiliation. But Elizabeth actually joined in. She fed Brian little bites of food, petted his head, and told him he was a good boy. Both of them discreetly admired his shoulder muscles, his sculpted ass, and of course his impressively large fully hard member. It felt like the least Annabelle could do to give him a sporadic stream of remote pleasure pulses through the chip in his ass.

Robert's attention meanwhile was on the gorgeous naked slave pair serving them. CheerBreeder the daughter refilled drinks and collected empty dishes. CherryPie the mother brought out a tray of desserts and began offering the table 'titty tasters'.

"They're like free samples," CherryPie explained, "But you have to lick them off our tits." She proffered her left breast to Annabelle, with a dab of chocolate mousse on her rigid nipple, "Please Mistress Winthrop? It's really tasty. Don't leave me hanging with sticky tits."

Annabelle wasn't sure what to do. She really wasn't intending to put a boob in her mouth today, or ever. It felt weird to suck her friend's tit in front of everyone. But she liked the sound of "Mistress Winthrop". And Brian tongue had her in a certain mood. And she loved mousse. What the heck!

Gingerly, she licked the silky chocolate from her slave friend's nipple. It was divine. Annabelle had rarely been on the receiving end of slave attention before, and was realizing she loved it. As she got into the spirit of it, she even made sure to suck the nipple clean. After all, it would be rude to leave her slave with 'sticky tits'.

Robert enjoyed watching his wife, but it was not lost on him that he might get a turn next. Sure enough, CherryPie remoussed her titty, and proffered it to Robert next.

"Please Mr. Winthrop," she begged.

Robert very much wanted to, but looked to his wife for permission first. This felt like crossing a new line.

Annabelle did not want Robert sucking another woman's tit. Especially not her friend, their neighbor. Annabelle imagined them sitting in church later. 'CherryPie' would be 'Sherri' again, modestly dressed and the picture of piety. Sherri and Robert's eyes would meet. They wouldn't say a word, but both of them would remember, and know. Perhaps Sherri would give Robert a little wink.

Annabelle didn't like that thought at all, but what could she do? It felt way too bitchy for her to forbid him now. She'd tried the titty taste. It was clearly a thing lots of people did here. And importantly CherryPie was a full slave. Everyone always said even sex wasn't cheating with a slave. "Oh fine. Go for it honey," she said, rolling her eyes.

Robert went for it. The mousse was good, but the tit was better. He gingerly licked and sucked, applying just a hint of teeth.

"Oh that's good," CherryPie purred, "Oh Master. You've got a talent." Robert savored the moment, but eventually had to let go.

"I think you both deserve another taste," CherryPie said, "Let's do two at a time." She moussed both titties, and proffered one each to Annabelle and Robert.

Robert didn't hesitate, happily going in for a second taste. He couldn't believe he was sucking another woman's breast in front of his wife and everything.

Annabelle was a little more shy, but couldn't think of a reason not to do it. Robert looked so happy. So she joined him. As husband and wife, together they cleaned CheeryPie's nipples. Robert took and squeezed her hand. Brian under the table gave her puppy kisses in between her toes. CherryPie moaned. Annabelle almost did as well. She realized she was actually starting to have fun.

As the meal began winding down, CheerBreeder paused and knelt beside Robert. "Master Winthrop, may I speak?

Robert had to take a moment. She was so beautiful. Somehow the bruises covering her body made her even more hot. "You can call me Robert," he said, then immediately regretted it. He was just trying to be nice, but that made it sound like he was hitting on her.

CheerBreeder smiled. "I was hoping you could help me with a problem. I got gang-rape-bred at school the other day. It was wonderful, but it didn't turn out like I thought. I tried to time it so I was ovulating during my raping, but I found out afterwards the ovulation tests I used were faulty. I probably did it way too early. I might still get pregnant anyway. There's always a chance. But...probably not now?"

Robert nodded. The poor girl. He tried not to imagine her getting publicity gang-rape-bred at school, thanking her rapists as her whole class cheered while they pumped load after load in her tight cheerleading fertile young...

CheerBreeder continued. "I really want my first baby to be with someone I know. I knew everyone at school. But my coach -- my owner now since I have my livestock tattoo -- he's decided to throw me a breeding raffle for my enslavement party. I don't mind getting raped by a bunch of strangers, but I'm really worried about getting pregnant with one of them. Does that make sense?"

"I think so," said Robert. He tried to pay attention to what she was saying, and not how close she was to him, and how nice she smelled.

"I'm so worried about it. I have my 'a' tattoo, so people can rape me anywhere I go now. Once I'm branded I'll have no choice about it at all." CheerBreeder's voice cracked. She was almost in tears. "I guess I just want the man who breeds me first to be someone I know and trust. It's kind of the last thing left I can control. And then mom said you were coming into the club today, and I remembered you'd always been so kind to me. And I know it's a lot to ask but...will you do it? Before someone else does? I think you're a really good man. I want it to be you, if you'll have me."

Robert took a deep breath. First Elizabeth and now CheerBreeder. He wanted to. Oh god he wanted to. "I...I'm married, CheerBreeder," he managed to say.

"Please Mrs. Winthrop," said CheerBreeder, turning to Annabelle, openly begging. "It's not cheating to breed a slave, and I'll be a slave soon. I've got all four slave tattoos. I'm practically there."

Annabelle looked at the poor bruised tattooed girl. She imagined herself in that position, battered and on her way to the auction block.

CherryPie spoke up. "I know I'm just a slave and it's not my place to ask, but I'm also a mother. From one mom to another, it would mean a lot to us. I also happen to think Robert here is a wonderful man. To know he fathered even one of the grandbabies would make me feel better. And just look at poor CheerBreeder. She's been through enough don't you think?"

Annabelle's heart was melting. How could she say no? But, there was still one problem. "I'm so sorry CheerBreeder," she said, "I would say yes. I really would. But adultery is a sin. It would be different if you were a full slave, but you're not."

CheerBreeder looked like she was on the verge of tears, "But, by the time I'm a full slave, hundreds of men will have raped me. The whole point of a breeding raffle is to gamble on who can get me pregnant. It'll be too late."

"What if Robert was a slave," CherryPie asked, "He could do the same sort of thing I do. Become a temporary slave to Annabelle. She could free you at the end of the evening. But in the meantime you'll be a slave not a husband, and then it won't be adultery."

"Um. Maybe," said Robert. Would that work? He was having trouble thinking straight. It was all he could do not to look at CheerBreeder's perky breasts again. He focused on Annabelle. "What do you think honey?"

Annabelle's mind was reeling. This was happening so fast. She'd been focused on keeping Elizabeth safe, and Robert had always been so faithful. She hadn't even considered that Robert might fuck another woman here; much less that she herself might be expected to give him permission. "Does it have to be now," she asked.

Robert looked his wife in the eyes. "We don't have to honey. It's okay. You're enough for me."

Oh no. Annabelle could never resist when he said things like that. She knew he meant it too. She could see how bad he wanted it: bad enough apparently to enslave himself. Still he was willing to give up anything for her, just to make her feel a little better. That wasn't fair. "You've been resisting these girls all night, haven't you babe?"

"Yeah," he admitted, "But you're more important."

Fuck. She couldn't do this to him, or to CheerBreeder. It was the right thing to do. "I love you too," she said, "You know what? Okay. You've earned it honey. You've always been so faithful. Go ahead and enslave yourself if you want and...and go for it. Maybe it'll spice up our marriage afterwards as well." Having a slave husband might be kind of nice, if her experiences with Brian were any indication.

Elizabeth perked up. "Wait, does that mean I could fuck daddy too?"

Elizabeth had been so quiet, everyone had mostly forgotten about her, but all eyes were on her now. She couldn't believe she'd said that, but she wasn't about to stop now. The chip had been pulsing in her all evening, and she was hornier than ever. She needed needed needed a cock in her. "Sex with slaves doesn't count right," she said, "It doesn't count as cheating or incest. Even if I'm engaged. Even if I was married. That's what I learned at school. If daddy's a slave, he can fuck me. He could be my first. You wouldn't fuck my friend and not me, would you daddy?"

"Oh, Pumpkin," Robert said, and then faltered. He was trying to think of a reason that wouldn't work, but failing. It was true. If either he or Elizabeth was a full permanent slave, they could fuck. It wouldn't be a sin anymore. He'd been trying hard all day not to look at Elizabeth's perfect naked body, but now he was failing at that too. Unconsciously he licked his lips.

"Not only could he fuck you Elizabeth," chimed in CherryPie helpfully, "He might even have no choice. Your mom could order him to fuck you. He could be inside you when you get your 'e' tattoo tonight. Wouldn't that be nice Master Robert? No choice means no guilt. It wouldn't be up to you so you couldn't be blamed."

Robert opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He turned to Annabelle. He didn't have the strength anymore to refuse. He needed her to decide.

But Annabelle didn't know what to say either. She couldn't refuse him now, after already saying yes, but it was too much. Robert was going to fuck Elizabeth now? And Annabelle was expected to force him? She felt Brian's tongue, dutifully licking her even as they discussed incest-slave-raping his fiancée's virginity away. Would he keep licking while Annabelle watched her husband breed their daughter? Would he lick her in other places? Would he do more than just lick? Would they expect Annabelle to have Brian's babies, to make it up to him that his wife's womb was occupied with her husband's child? Would she and her daughter both breed with the other's man? Would Elizabeth be the sister of her own baby, and Brian the brother-in-law of his? Oh god, where were these thoughts coming from? Why was she so horny? She couldn't handle decisions like this. She'd never been good with big decisions. Everyone was looking at her. "What if I did it instead," Annabelle blurted.

"What do you mean," Robert asked.

Annabelle took a breath. She didn't love the idea, but she didn't have a better one. "What if I became a temporary slave, instead of Robert. Then our marriage would still be annulled, and he could...help CheerBreeder. But he would still be Elizabeth's father. There would be no daughter fucking, and our family could still go back to normal afterwards." And it won't be on me to decide anymore, she silently thought.

Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother had always been so against slave stuff. But now she was apparently willing to enslave herself -- not just get some training, or a chip, or a tattoo -- but fully completely enslave herself, maybe forever, just to keep Elizabeth locked in her belt. It's like the world was conspiring to keep Elizabeth from getting laid. The hypocrisy was so blatant. She was about to argue, or scream, or something. But Damian caught her eye and held his finger to his lips, warning her to stay silent. She clenched her teeth to hold it all in.

"I think that's a great idea," Damian said, "CheerBreeder, will you fetch enslavement documents, pens, and a notary?"

"Wait honey," Robert asked, "Who is your master going to be?"

She looked him in the eyes, "You, of course. I trust you more than anyone."

Robert took her hand. "I can't do it."

"Why not? Isn't it every man's dream to enslave his wife?"

"It's a sin to own a slave honey, and I could never own you. I promised you I wouldn't when we got married. It's just not in me."

Damnit. It was true. That's one of the things she loved about him. She should have realized it sooner. "Well it doesn't have to be you I guess." She looked around the table for alternative temporary masters. There was Brian underneath, still gently licking her toes. Obviously no. There was Elizabeth, too horny to be trusted with anything. CherryPie was a slave. CheerBreeder was legally free but considered livestock because of her 'l' tattoo, so she couldn't own anything. The only person left was...Damian the slaver.

Annabelle still barely knew Damian. But he was apparently trustworthy enough to enslave and release CherryPie many times before. He had twice rescued their daughter. He knew how to properly treat a slave. He probably had plenty of slaves younger and prettier than Annabelle already, which means he'd have little reason to try and keep her past tonight. Annabelle felt her heartbeat rising. He was pretty handsome too. "I guess Damian could do it. He could be my Master, just for the night."

"You won't regret it," said CherryPie, "He's good. Really good."

Robert looked to CheerBreeder, still kneeling, still naked, humbly earnestly begging for his babies. He looked back at Annabelle. "Are you sure this is what you want, honey? You don't have to do this just for me. I could get enslaved instead. Or we could just forget the whole thing."

Oh no. Did she want this? Deep down was that what this was all really about? Had Annabelle been angry this whole time about Elizabeth flirting with slavery, because of jealousy? Annabelle wasn't ready to confront that right now. "I'm sure," she whispered.

"That's all I need to know," said Robert, "I love you."

CheerBreeder arrived with the documents and the notary.

Elizabeth wanted to speak up. Her mom was about to be enslaved. This wasn't right. She should say something. But a pulse of pleasure in her pussy made her mind go completely blank again. Her training kicked in. Daddy Damian was handling it. She had to trust her Daddy.

This was really happening. Annabelle blinked her eyes a few times, hoping maybe she'd wake up from a dream. When that didn't work she stood, and began stripping off her clothes. Luckily she was wearing good underwear. Maybe a part of her had been anticipating this might happen. Maybe a part of her had been hoping it would.

"Look away Brian," she demanded. He did. She was hesitant about getting naked at first, but had a bit of fun with it by the end. She even threw her panties in the air, and they got caught on one of the lighting fixtures.

A few people from nearby tables cheered a bit. Oh god. She didn't think anyone else was paying attention to their group. So many people were looking at her.

"Why don't we go up on stage and do it," Damian said, "People here love a good self enslavement."

"I don't know about that." She clutched herself, trying to hide the good parts as she felt the eyes of more and more people turn her way.

Damian stood. From his jacket he produced a simple chain collar with a tiny padlock. He clasped it around her neck. Elizabeth could hear the click of the lock. He then grabbed the front with a fist, and gently but firmly pulled her towards the stage.

Annabelle immediately had second thoughts. Damian was already dragged somewhere against her will. He was so strong. She looked to Robert for help, panic in her eyes. He gave her two thumbs up for encouragement.

Then she was on stage. Naked. The house lights came down, and the spotlights glared. The music rose and became more dramatic. The pen was in her hand. The notary stood by.

"Promise to free me tonight, like you do with Sherri," She hissed to Damian.

"I promise. It'll be just like with CherryPie."

"My husband will kick your ass if you don't."

Damian smiled. "Probably so."

The contract was in front of her. She didn't have to read it. She'd seen these before. She'd dreamed about them. She watched her hand sign and date it. Only one more step. If she read the final clause out loud, it would be done. A stage slave held a camera nearby, giving everyone a better view of her, recording her last moment as a free woman.

Annabelle looked back to her family. This was for Elizabeth, to keep her from fucking her own father tonight. This was for CheerBreeder, who had been through enough and deserved a bit of kindness. This was for herself. She'd waited so long for this moment. She recited the clause from memory.

"I, Annabelle Lisa Winthrop, 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, Damian Grant."

The music swelled. The crowd cheered.

Damian took the mic. "You shall be PussyCunt3477. I had the name registered this morning just for you. He produced the registration document, and signed both it and the enslavement papers."

Wait, he'd had a slave name registered for her? Had he expected this to happen?

The notary signed and stamped the documents with two audible clicks. The crowd continued to cheer.

"You're a slave now," Damian told her, "Stop covering yourself." She did, slowly lowering her hands to the side. More applause sounded through the room.

Damian flagged a stage slave, and whispered instructions to her. She quickly brough rope and muscular slave men to help Damian. PussyCunt was visibly alarmed at being surrounded by naked men. She tried to back away, but Damian held her fast by the chain collar. At Damian's direction, the four men seized PussyCunt by the arms and legs. A small shriek escaped her mouth. She kicked a bit, but it was no use. Damian deftly bound her arms behind her back with the rope, then fully tied her up. Once she was safely immobilized, he suspended her from a complex looking pulley system from the ceiling.

She kept struggling, until Damian held an electric trimmer to her beautiful brunette shoulder length hair. Where had that come from?

"Submit slave," he ordered her, "Or you'll be going to church bald from now on."

She instantly calmed. "Yes Master. I'm sorry master."

The slaves got to work with trimmers and razors. Her hairy cunt was rendered bald, along with everything else below her neck.

Damian traded the trimmer for oil, and began massaging and soothing her skin. She swung gently in the suspension rig as he worked. The sudden switch from roughness to kindness in his touch awakened her submissive side more. She let out a few little involuntary coos and moans.

"This is my newest slave PussyCunt," Damian announced to the crowd, while gently teasing her clit. "She likes being raped by strangers, don't you PussyCunt?"