(This is a story from the world of legalized slavery. The 34th amendment made slavery legal again for crime, bankruptcy, and those special souls that volunteer for the fun and games. All characters who are 18 years of age or older, and there is no underage sexual activity. This is story and I in no way condone any acted against someone's will, or permission.)
Chapter 3
The week went by quickly, with the highlights of the week being all the clever ways Morgan, and I avoided pervy Mr. Talbert. We had both spent a couple hours after school watching and practicing slave yoga and Morgan's house. Then at night I would watch more videos and practice in the privacy of my room. I felt like I was getting pretty good at them, and the thought of doing them in public would cause my pussy to instantly juice up.
Ten minutes after the bell on Friday, Morgan and I met by her car and quickly drove to our teacher's house.
My palms were sweaty, and I had not been able to eat all day. The anxiety and anticipation were almost too much, and I was wondering if Morgan was feeling the same way. "Are you nervous?"
"Of course, I am scared out of my mind," she spoke fast like she always did when she was anxious.
"Me too. I don't understand why Miss Pierce said we would be gone until Sunday, but my parents think we are doing some kind of charity training so I am good."
"I know right. I thought the grading only took a little while, like an hour, and they have that new Sluts R Us store in Omaha so I would think we should be done and back here before 10pm."
"I know I don't get it either," our conversation abruptly ended as we pulled up on her street and saw our teacher in her car waiting for us.
Morgan shut off her car and we both got out, Miss Pierce was getting out of her own can and walking toward us. I grabbed my backpack and tossed it over my shoulder.
"Ok we are in a big hurry," Miss Pierce started talking before we even had the car doors closed, as she handed us each a brown paper bag. "Let's get inside. I need you both to change, and be in a hurry about it. We need to be on the road in 20 minutes."
She pointed to the door and rushed us into her house. "Morgan, you can change in the bathroom, put on everything in the bag and you can leave everything else here, you won't be needing anything else." Morgan was a little shell shocked, but moved down the hall where she had been directed to go and found the bathroom and closed the door behind her. "Now Kaylee, come with me to the bedroom."
I followed her around the kitchen to a spare bedroom, and crossed the threshold followed by my teacher who closed the door behind us. "I need you to strip out of your clothes and lay back on the bed and spread your legs please." I looked at her hesitantly, and she responded by raising her eyebrows at me, "really Kaylee we don't have time for this."
I slowly began to disrobe. First removing my tank top, looking at her trying to get a better read on what was happening and why she was not leaving me alone. Standing in front of her in just a white and black polka dot bra and jean shorts; I carefully folded up my shirt and set it on the side of the bed.
"Kaylee please," she looked at her smart watch, "we need to be on the road in 15 minutes to make it to our next stop."
I looked her in the eyes, and somehow felt content. Although I felt butterflies in my stomach it was not from trepidation, but rather excitement. I gave her a shy smile and quickly unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floor and then slid my panties down my long legs.
"Ok that's good, now lay back on the bed you can finish when we get this next part done." She was rushed when she spoke to me and stepped closer as I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on my elbows. "Ok, lift your feet up and put them on the edge of the bed and keep your legs spread."
She knelt at the foot of the bed and my heart began to race, I could feel the heat rising up in my cheeks as I saw how close she was to my sex. "Miss Pierce please I am not sure I am um," she reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a flesh-colored heart shaped men's protective cup. I thought it was for a moment as she turned it in her hand, but it was too flat. She reached in the bag again and pulled out some kind of spray can, laying it on the bed between my feet.
"Relax this is to keep your precious cherry safe." she said as she held it up for me to see before laying it on the bed by my pussy. I was trying to figure out what was happening as I watched her pull on some latex gloves. "I am happy you shaved down here that will save us some time and pain later for sure."
"What is it?" I asked, my heart was starting to slow down knowing she was not about to violate me.
She shook up the can and started to spray my skin all around my pussy. "This is super strong flesh adhesive. It is designed to only stick to this device or devices made of this material," she held up the heart shaped thing, then she touched me. She found my clit with her thumb and forefinger and gently pinched lifting it up toward my navel. A surge went through my body as I felt her latex covered fingers manipulating me. She then pressed the crease of the heart up to my clit until it was pressed firmly against it, and then released her fingers. I was looking down and my clit now rested between two humps of the heart. Next, she pressed the device against my body and I could feel my skin sticking to it. I became aware of a crease that ran down the middle of the device that pressed into my pussy forcing my labia apart. She pulled butt cheeks apart slightly and I felt a small nub stick to the skin just before my ass hole sealing my pussy away tight. She moved her hand and gave it a tag, pulling me along with it. "Good, that is nice and tight, and should protect your virginity from any intentional mishaps, while still leaving your clit available for grading purposes."
I looked down at the device sealing my vagina from the world, a bright red V ran from one hump of the heart shape down to the bottom then back up to the other side. I tapped it with my finger feeling how rigid it was. "Thank you for this Miss Pierce, I really appreciate it."
She had stood up, peeling off the gloves, and tossing them into the trash, "sure thing now get dressed, and hurry we only have about 5 minutes before we need to go." She then turned and was out the door.
I got off the bed and tapped the device covering my vagina again. It was hard to the touch but not uncomfortable. I could feel the pressure on my clit as it was pressed tight in the crease. The feeling was not unpleasant, and felt nice. I could hear the muffled conversation between Morgan and my teacher, and it reminded me that I need to move quickly. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. My 36 double d breasts spilled out into my arms as I dropped the bra to the bed. I opened up the bag and pulled out the meager contents. There was a pair of thin flip flops, a white sheer slave dress, and a black slave collar. I held the collar in my hands for a moment feeling the cool metal in my fingers contemplating it for a moment. I was trying to understand why, but deep down I knew why. Slaves no matter if they were FINO, indentured, or lifers had a variety of restrictions when in public. Collars were always required and had been since the amendment took effect. The slave dress and flip flops on the other hand were fairly new.
BOOM BOOM BOOM. I jerked and nearly dropped the collar from the banging on the door. "WE NEED TO GO!"
Scrambling, I kicked off my tennis shoes while pulling the thin sheer dress over my head. Then sucking in a big breath, I opened the collar at the hinge and put it around my neck hearing it click of the auto lock snapping it into place. I then stepped into the flip flops as I walked to the door. I opened it just as Miss Pierce was about to knock again.
"Ok good we can't be late; we need to go." She turned and moved quickly through her kitchen, as I followed closely behind. Once in the kitchen Morgan was already standing by the door waiting for me. She was dressed like me except her dress was pink instead of white. She opened and held a door open in the kitchen for us to go through, and as we did, I was thankful for small blessings. Rather than stepping into the warm Nebraska afternoon sun, we stepped into the garage. It was hot and smelled of oil. The car in the middle of the bay was not Miss Pierce's late model sedan, but rather a new minivan with tinted windows. She pushed the button on a key fob, and the side door slowly rolled back, opening the vehicle. She motioned for us to get in.
Morgan had been silent the whole time and led the way to getting into the van. The dress barely covered her and when she stepped into the van, I got a perfect view of her exposed bare pussy. I shuddered a little as I followed behind her knowing how exposed we both were. We both quickly took our seats and Miss Pierce entered the van to the third row behind us.
"So, I know that you are not officially property yet, but there are still some federal laws that we must abide by, and since we are running short on time, I do not want to jeopardize your safety or legal status. So, I will be securing you as slaves for the duration of the trip." she was working on something as she spoke then I felt my head being pulled back and then heard and felt something being clipped to the ring in the back of the collar. Instinctively I tried to pull my head forward and found that it was secured to the back of the head rest. She quickly did the same thing to Morgan. We could both turn our heads inside of the collar but all other movement was no longer available. She then clipped leashes to the ring in the front and dropped the chain letting it fall in front of us between our breasts. She then moved between our two seats and kneeled down looking at both of us. "I am not going to secure your hands, but I will have to once we get to the magistrates office, but I need to secure your feet." She quickly wrapped a police style zip restraint around Morgan's ankles and pulled it tight pulling her feet together. Then she clipped a small chain to the thick plastic hook in the front of the cuff securing her feet flat to the floor.
"There we go. Now it's your turn," she said as she patted Morgan's thigh and turned to me. I was still looking at Morgan's feet as I felt the plastic being tightened around my own ankles, and I looked down as I heard the click of the chain securing my feet to the floor. She pulled out her phone as she moved to get out of the van, and looked at the screen. "Oh, fuck we are 10 minutes late." Miss Pierce took a step out of the door and turned around holding up her phone. "Smile!" the phone flash and the telltale sound that a digital picture had been taken rang in my ears. She took three or four more before clicking the key fob. The door started to close, and the metal latches engaged at the same time the driver side door opened and our teacher hopped into her seat. The garage door was soon opening, the engine roared to life and we were backing out of her driveway and moving down the road.
We drove in silence and I looked out of the window as we drove through our little town. I reached out my hand for Morgan's and she took it, gripping it tightly. I was sure I was flush with embarrassment and excitement as we drove by people that we knew. Even though they could not see through the dark windows, I could not help but feel exposed and vulnerable in front of them. We turned down Main Street and got to the T at the main highway. I heard the clicking of the turn signal and looked and saw we were turning right instead of left.
Miss Pierce made a right turn and started to accelerate away from our town. "Why are we going this way? Omaha is the other way." I looked over at Morgan who seemed to be just as confused as I was.
