(My language is Spanish and I don't speak English very well, so I sincerely apologize for any mistakes that may occur).
(All the main characters are over 18 years old, and these stories are the fruit of my imagination).
(This story is developed in the same fictional world as the stories
Friends, Masters and Slaves, Blackmailing Erika
and
The Faternity Party
, a world based on the stories published by
COLLAREDSLUTGIRLS).
The Warehouse
I feel tremendously excited as we approach the warehouse, all of us girls in the group of friends have been intrigued by their existence since Tina told us about them several months ago.
Our interest only increased when, weeks after that first conversation, Katty explained in detail what she saw in one of them when she went there with her boyfriend Stephan, although in the end she didn't dare to let herself be held at one of the collection stations. Tina, on the other hand, told us that she had been restrained twice in one of the stalls and that the sex she had there being fucked by several strangers knowing that if the collection patrol suddenly appeared she would end up with a collar around her neck being permanently enslaved had been the best sex of her life.
These so-called collection warehouses began replacing months ago across the country the slave collection posts that have existed on the streets since the legalisation of female slavery over forty years ago, which although still in use are beginning to fall into disuse.
The collection posts are still in use in Los Angeles, Florida or Miami, as well as other areas where temperatures remain above twenty degrees most of the day, in other areas of the country such as New York where due to climate change the temperature does not go above ten degrees all year round, they have had to be replaced by these warehouses.
Since Tina told us about her experiences my friends and I haven't stopped fantasizing about being tied up and fucked in one of these warehouses, something normal for girls our age, after all half of us will end up with a collar around our necks before we turn twenty one.
George helps me out of the car and I hug him tightly, although it has taken me weeks to convince him, I am so happy that he has agreed to bring me here, I know I am not taking any risks with him, if he wanted to enslave me he would have done it long ago during one of the bondage games we often play while we fuck.
As George breaks the embrace and takes my hand to lead me to the warehouse door, I can't help but smile at the thought of how lucky I am that he has been my partner for six months, he is older than me, he doesn't even go to university like all of us, but when I am with him I feel like the happiest woman in the world, and when we fuck I melt in his hands to the point where I wouldn't mind him putting a slave collar on me.
As we arrive at the warehouse door we see a huge sign above it,
'ANY WOMAN WHO IS SURPRISED INSIDE THE WAREHOUSE BY THE COLLECTION PATROL WILL BE SLAVED IMMEDIATELY.'
The door opens automatically as we approach, it's warmer than I thought and a warm light illuminates the whole place, making it seem bigger than it is; almost a hundred columns are spread around the place, each with room for four girls.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that there are barely a dozen stalls occupied, which means it will take hours for the collection patrol to return. I am also reassured to see that there are many couples walking around the site, and I can't help but wonder who has come to play and who will end up as permanent slaves.
As we walk through the warehouse several young women placed in different positions catch my attention, it is obvious from the way they are positioned that they have not been left like that by chance, I approach one of them placed on a pedestal and positioned with her legs at the height of her head giving full access to any of her holes, as I get closer I see a screen placed next to the young woman. I am about to start reading it when George presses a button on the screen and a female voice begins to expose the text on the screen.
'Slave 4011991, formerly Jackie Francis, 21 years old. Registered as slave at 16:21 Hours on the 23rd of March 2043. Placed in the use station at 18:00 Hours, scheduled pick up at 00:00 Hours, Use Counter: Mouth 11, Pussy 14, Ass 9.'
The tag confirms my suspicions that the collection patrol has been in the warehouse less than an hour ago although that doesn't mean they make surprise visits, what surprises me is the number of people who have used the young woman since she was enslaved just over two hours ago.
A man pushes me aside and without a word begins to fuck the slave, I try to move away but George grabs me around the waist and brings his hand straight to my pussy.
'Is this what you want slut?' he asks me sticking his fingers in my pussy finding it completely wet, 'Do you want to be fucked by strangers and cum like that slave is being?' he asks me again.
'Yes George;' I reply with my voice cracking with pleasure 'I want you to place me in one of the stalls and leave me there to be fucked and then fuck my ass for the first time;' I keep telling him. George doesn't stop playing with my pussy until the man cums in the slave's pussy and we watch the pussy usage counter on the screen change value.
George takes me by the hand and we head to one of the columns in the centre of the warehouse where most of the people are grouped, on the way there we see several slaves positioned for oral use and as I read the label on one of them I see that she has been there for almost twelve hours.
It takes us almost fifteen minutes to get to the central area, George has shown the same curiosity as me about what is going on in the warehouse and we stop to look at the labels on several of the slaves.