All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English.
This story takes place in the utopian universe created by CollaredSlutsGirl on her BDSMLR page that I have already used in other stories, it is based on her stories of the Slave Expo, although transferred to a medieval environment.
The Medieval Fair - Deceived
"Come on Kate, don't linger;" Linda yells at me heading to the ticket office. "We have a lot to see and it's your fault that we're late."
I don't even answer Linda, the fair has opened just fifteen minutes ago and does not close until practically midnight.
This is the second time that this medieval fair has been held, in principle it is very similar to the slave expo that has been taking place for decades in most of the country's large capitals, but once you are inside you find many substantial differences.
As in the slave expo, young women can participate in various games and competitions, risking ending up with a necklace around their necks, but unlike the now classic exhibition, at the fair there are many more ways to end up being a slave girl, even if you don't take risks in any of those games.
I know that the fair is a risk for any girl over eighteen years of age who dares to visit it, and in this fact, we find another difference with the slave expo, in which girls under twenty-one years of age cannot enter without being accompanied by a man, in the fair instead it is enough to be of legal age.
Last year, having just come of age, both Linda and I attended the first edition of the fair as part of the university excursion, although watched by half a dozen professors we could hardly enjoy most of the spiciest and most exciting shows, despite that surveillance, and not being able to access all the fairgrounds. Half a dozen students did not return with the group, after ending up for one reason or another with a necklace around their necks.
Now, we know that without that protection and vigilance, the chances of ending up in one of the auctions that are held during the day are very high, we have already heard rumors that several classmates and some acquaintances have ended up with necklaces in the month that the fair has been open.
Luckily, neither Linda nor I wanted to risk making any mistake that would end up with us at auction, and we invested our little savings in taking out slavery insurance to avoid it from an insurer trusted by Linda's family.
As soon as we arrived at the ticket office, we both let out a sigh of disappointment, although that expense will give us security during our stay, it will also prevent us from enjoying the attractions of the fair in their entirety. The fair has a quite complicated operation, you don't just visit the fair and that's it, you have to integrate into it, so
that everything seems as real as possible.
For women who come alone to the fair, there are seven modalities of entry, depending on each modality you access more attractions, the modalities are related to social positions in the Middle Ages, and range from the maid, to the peasant, followed by the merchant and the soldier, and ending with the noblewoman and the princess, without forgetting the prostitute.
We had hoped that we had enough money to buy the merchant's ticket, knowing that the soldier's or nobleman's ticket is not within our reach due to the money spent on slavery insurance. But what we didn't expect is that the prices would have gone up and we have to make do with the peasant ticket and the clothes that come with it, clothes that as soon as I see them, I know I don't need Linda's expert opinion to know that they are not the right ones according to the story.
The clothes consist of knee-high boots, a short skirt and a corset, all made of brown leather, and a long-sleeved blouse that varies the color from one suit to another, as underwear and black leather panties without a bra.
The fact that I am not wearing a bra, which for me due to my not too big breasts is not a problem, provokes Linda's protests, since her big tits are barely contained by the clothes, fortunately the slave girl in charge of the wardrobe, provides her with a different corset that not only supports her breasts, but lifts them making them look even
bigger.
Apart from these types of tickets, we discovered that there is one more for girls who come accompanied by a man, the slave girl ticket. Linda and I found out when we left the changing room and met Alexia, the head cheerleader of the football team 'dressed' in that way.
The costume in question consists simply of a harness of leather straps, which surrounds Alexia's body, arms and legs, although it actually covers only her pussy.
As always, Alexia's slut is happy to show off in public like that, drawing attention as she does whenever she can, only when her boyfriend Michael hooks a leash to the ring of her leather necklace and pulls it to make it move, does she let out a small protest.
"¡Slave girl silence!" Michael yells at her, tapping her hand on one of her tits. "Behave yourself or I'll have to punish you, starting by leaning over one of those tables and fucking you in front of everyone."
Linda and I looked at each other a little scared by Michael's words, but seeing the bulge in his pants and Alexia's mischievous smile, we have no doubt that it won't be long before they'll be fucking in one of the places set up for the occasion.
Shortly after watching Alexia and Michael walk away, Linda and I head to one of the many taverns at the fair, to enjoy another thing that works differently from real life: alcohol.
Outside the fair, neither Linda nor I, being under twenty-one years old, can legally drink alcohol, here we can do it perfectly, although always being careful not to overdo it, we know that the slave girls collection patrols wait around the fair with a collar ready for girls who have drunk too much.
We entered the tavern, and after ordering a large mug of beer and two glasses, we decided to sit at a table a little away from the people, observing everything that was happening around us, especially the more than two dozen naked slave girls who served the customers. Surprised by the high number of slave girls, I go to ask Linda if she knows the reason, but soon my doubts are answered.
Most slave girls spend more time kneeling between the legs of one of the customers tending to their cock, or leaning over one of the tables being fucked by one of their two holes than serving the tables, which forces most people to approach the bar to order, where they are attended by half a dozen slave girls, who to prevent them from being used by the clients, wear a chastity belt and are chained to the ground.
At the table next to ours, two of our university professors coincidentally sit, Theresa, the professor of Literature, dressed as a peasant like us, and George, the professor of Technology dressed as a soldier. Theresa greets us a little embarrassed by the situation and George can't help but look at Linda's tits.
The smell of sex, sweat, the prevailing heat and alcohol are starting to affect everyone, at the table next to ours, we are surprised to see that Theresa has gotten under the table and is sucking George's cock, who seems as surprised as we are.
Seeing all that, I start to get excited, I notice how my nipples are marked against the fabric, and how my pussy gets wet, next to me, Linda has had one of her hands under her clothes for a long time.
Time seems to have stopped in the tavern, although it is evident that it is still passing, next to us, Theresa is no longer under the table, now she is lying on it, with a man on top of her fucking her pussy while another enjoys her mouth, although neither man is George. This scene is repeated throughout the tavern, so that the slave girls are not differentiated from the free women who have given themselves up to lust.
It all ends suddenly when the doors of the tavern open to make way for half a dozen armed guards, guards we all know are really agents of the collection patrols.
In just a couple of minutes, all the women who have been fucking are kneeling in the middle of the tavern, regardless of whether they are free women or slave girls. The slave girls are immediately pushed aside, leaving half a dozen women naked, ashamed and very frightened by the situation.
"They're going to enslave them;" Linda whispers in my ear. "Only slave girls and prostitutes can fuck in taverns. They have no way of escaping, even if they had slavery insurance."
Confirming Linda's words, the guards stand in front of the women, and without saying a word close the necklaces around their necks, turning them from that moment on into mere property of the men.
Several of the women protest slightly, and one of them cums on the floor of the tavern causing laughter from those present.
The guards attach a strap to the necklaces of the new slave girls and begin to take them out of the tavern, although one of them who has not stopped looking at us while we observed everything that was happening addresses us.
"Stand up and show me your tickets and IDs;" he orders us.
We then give the tickets and identification to the guard, who proceeds to check the data.
The guard smiles for something, but just doesn't say anything, he gives me back the tickets and documentation, and as he does so he brings his free hand to Linda's tits grabbing them tightly.
Linda lets out a small scream, but she doesn't dare to protest, she knows it's better to hold on. Soon the guard's hand gets under Linda's clothes, finding her pussy very wet with excitement.
I don't have to ask what the guard's hand is doing under Linda's clothes, his twitching face and blank look are answer enough.
