Three Sisters Ch 01 1

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Part one of a ten-part story about three sisters and their experiences being graded for sale as slaves. Note that this story contains references to BDSM and not-entirely-consensual sexual submission. Note also that the overall story, and this chapter in particular, includes themes and depictions of incest and incestual desire. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

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I based this multi-part story on the legal slavery world created by

John_Doe_Stories

and expanded upon in the stories of

monkey_man66.

I recommend reading both authors, but starting with

John_Doe_Stories'

"Self Slave Grading Do's & Don'ts" to get a feel for the world first.

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Three Sisters

Angie watched Alina, in amongst a hundred or so classmates, throw her mortarboard into the air, marking her graduation from high school. Her baby sister was becoming an adult! Angie clapped and cheered along with her middle sister Magda (nobody called her Magdalena and she hated "Maggie") until the crowd started to break up and wander onto the athletic field where the graduation ceremony had taken place. Instead of following the crowd, Angie and Magda headed to the parking lot to wait next to Angie's car. A few minutes later Alina showed up, wearing her gown and carrying her diploma receipt (the actual diploma would be mailed to her later) and a bouquet of flowers. Magda took photos with her phone as Angie rushed over and caught her up in an enthusiastic embrace, both women twirling around and shrieking with joy.

Angie stopped twirling Alina, held her at arms length to look her up and down, and said "I am SO PROUD of you! You looked great up there on the stage, and

magna cum laude

! You're becoming an amazing young woman right in front of my eyes!" She looked Alina up and down again, as if she barely recognized her, which would be hard to believe because the two bore such a close resemblance: tall (Angie taller by an inch or two), light almond-colored skin and long dark hair, lively brown eyes, slim, well-defined figures that testified to their passions for sports (Angie's was softball, Alina's basketball), and smooth round faces that their father called "angelic." Their only other significant physical difference was their bust size, with Alina being a bit smaller at a 28B. But in terms of personality, they were quite different: Alina was a sweet, kind, tender-hearted vegetarian who would do nearly anything to avoid hurting anyone's feelings, while Angie was a stereotypical overachiever, assertive (her sisters might say "bossy"), confident, and bright, as well as very protective of her siblings.

Magda came up to Alina, hugged her around the waist and gave her a big kiss on the cheek, saying "I know, right? Three milestones in a month: turned 18, graduated from high school, and getting chipped! I'm so proud of you too!" Magda looked at them both, smiling.

Alina said "We're still on for tomorrow, right? I really want to get that part done and over with."

"Don't worry," Angie said, "we've got everything set up. We drive to my place in Houston tonight, then first thing in the morning all three of us go to HCI and get you in the front of the line for grading and chipping. Don't be scared, it will be over before you know it."

"Yeah, you're not chickening out, are you?" Magda said, looking over the top of her glasses at Alina like a disappointed schoolteacher. Angie looked at Magda, and once again mused on how she had gotten all of her DNA from papa and none (it seemed) from mama: short, squat, but not fat - her sport was track & field where she excelled in shot put and hammer throw which made her frame a bit more muscular, especially her wide back - with olive skin, a small somewhat flat nose, and curly black hair (currently sporting a streak of vermilion) framing her funky stained-glass-framed eyeglasses. She was cute in an alt-girl fashion, and she always got attention for her large 36DD breasts and her large, firm behind; which was good, Angie thought, because Magda was a big-time attention seeker and drama llama.

"Don't you do it-" started Alina.

Without missing a beat, Magda let out a sort of clucking sound: "Brrrr-Aaaawk, brawk-braawk-braaawk..."

Alina gave her a shove before all three burst out laughing, then came in for a group hug. Angie broke the hug first and began unlocking the car.

"Let's get back to the house and change so we can get on the road" she said.

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Later that evening, the three Ramos sisters road down the highway in Angie's car toward her apartment in Houston, where she worked on the sales staff of a big energy trading firm downtown while she studied for her broker's license. The three chatted off and on, catching up after a big dinner at home with their mother and some other family.

Alina, in the passenger seat, said "So what was it like?"

"What was what like?" Angie asked.

"You know, your gradings? I know you both went to a local place, Garcia Trading out near the airport. Why am I going all the way to Houston?"

Magda, crammed in the back seat with all the luggage, leaned forward. "Precisely because it is NOT local. Remember? We already talked about this."

"Okay okay, it just helps me feel better to go over it; but what was it

like

? I've only ever seen markets on YouTube, and the videos are censored, and the stuff in school which is stupid. Angie, what was yours like?"

"Papa didn't want any of us to get graded or chipped, no matter how important it might be in the modern world. He was very traditional, and the Church was against it, and

abuela

too, so he forbade us. We each had to get

Tia

Marta to take us on a weekend so we could get it done quickly before Sunday night, otherwise he might have suspected something."

Magda snorted. "

Abuela

was a hardcore

Perredista

so no surprise there" - Alina gave her a quizzical look - "a Mexican Socialist" she explained - "The Slave Act was passed before we were born, but mom watched it over the years, and how slave grading and registration become more and more important. Now you have to have a number and a Grade to have any chance of getting into a good school."

"Or get decent job, or a professional license, or sometimes even to get married" Angie added.

"Mom understood how the world was changing and that we had to change with it. She's pretty amazing" said Magda.

"When I went, it was just me and

Tia

Marta" Angie said. "I had just turned eighteen and I told papa I was going to spend the night at

Tio

Nando and

Tia

Marta's house to watch cable. Early Saturday morning - before sunrise! - we went to Garcia's in the pickup truck. We went inside, it was really busy even at 6am, like a cattle market - which is kinda what it was, when you think about it, even looked like one, with straw on the ground and big open sheds for the auctions - we found the grading entrance and they threatened to deduct a grade because I didn't come in already naked." Alina gasped, and Magda snickered.

"That was stressful," Angie smiled at the thought, remembering her own naivety, "but we had a secret weapon: cousin Cesar. He was an apprentice monger" ("short for slavemonger," Magda explained) "and he could get me to the front of the line quickly before anyone I knew was likely to show up. So I stripped down in front of the desk, let the lady spray devox in my throat, turned around and let her handcuff me, then she put a collar around my neck, slapped me on the butt, gave

Tia

a claim ticket and a chip form to fill out, and took me in back to get started."

"What was it like, naked and voiceless and collared in front of all those people?" Alina asked, wide-eyed.

"It was pretty uncomfortable, and a little scary; I was totally at the mercy of the slave marketers, and there were a

lot

of guys outside who started whistling at me while I stripped down. The only place I'd ever been naked in front of strangers was the locker room at school, and even that was all girls." Angie paused a moment. "But it was a little exciting, too; I got to feel what it was like to be a slave, collar and all, with everyone wanting me and people looking over my naked body and rating me and coming up with bids like on TV, and I imagined what it would be like to be led by a leash through the crowd up to the auction block, unable to hide anything or shield myself, made to turn around and show everything, then sold to this guy or that guy or..." Angie glanced over and saw that Alina was blushing, and Magda was grinning, at her story.

Angie sighed; "The lady took me into the back, to the holding pens. There were other women there, another pink collar like me who was just getting graded, but the rest were wearing blue or black or green collars, depending on why they were there. The lady sat me on a bench, and chained my collar to a ring on the wall. I can still feel the rough wood on my skin. None of us could talk, so we all just stared at each other or looked at an old TV mounted high up in a corner. Then Cesar came and took me to the grading table, which was out on a platform where the crowd could see it."

"It wasn't done in private?" Alina asked.

Magda shook her head. "Amateur grading is done in private, but that's only good if you want to show off your grade to your friends" she said. "Professional grading is done in public."

"We pretended like we didn't know each other so his boss wouldn't catch on, but once he got me strapped down on the table he winked at me. We did the exam, where he ran his fingers, um...

down there

to see how excited I was, and it gave me goosebumps. I was sooo turned on..."

Angie glanced at her sisters again: Alina had her hand over her mouth and her face was turning red, while Magda was obviously struggling to keep from laughing out loud. "What?" she said.

Magda looked at Alina. "You remember Cesar, right? Papa got him a job at Garcia's in the stockyards, and Mr. Garcia liked him so much he gave him a chance at the slave market where the real money is, so he worshipped Papa and loves us like sisters."

"He was starting to get mixed up with gangs, which is why Papa helped him out" Angie said. "He was a really tall guy who worked out

a lot

and had a shaved head and

Azteca

skulls tattooed all down his right arm. When I was eighteen he was

hot

."

"Ewwww!" Alina made a face and stuck her tongue out.

"And now look at you, Miss I'm-a-Professional-Businesswoman - would you go out with Cesar the almost-thug now?" asked Magda, "Or are you saving yourself for the wealthy

gueros

?"

Angie smiled and didn't answer, but squirmed in her seat just a little - she was getting warm

down there

. At one point when she was on the table, Cesar reached over her to get something, his t-shirt rode up and Angie could feel his abs rub across her naked belly... she squirmed again. "Anyway, I did everything else fine, and then the minimum thirty minutes on display and got some bids, then a grading auction - much less intense than the real thing, since everybody knows you're not really for sale but they can put in provisional bids anyway, and in the end I got Prime-, which helped me get into UT."

"What about you Magda?" Alina asked.

"Not the same as Angie's; for one thing, Angie was there."

"True, I was not going to miss a chance to hang out with Cesar when I could actually

speak

" Angie laughed.

"Maybe, but I think it was because you wanted a chance to be the boss bitch."

"Now THAT makes sense" Alina laughed.

Angie smiled and said nothing; she was thinking back to that day, when she had slipped away from

Tia

and found Cesar, and begged him to fuck her like a slave on a cable

telenovela

, and how he stripped her and cuffed her hands behind her back and put a collar on her, and took her in back to an empty slave pen, bent her over and slowly ran the head of his fat cock over her well-lubricated labia...

"

Tio

Nando had a dog crate that rolled on wheels like a suitcase," Magda continued, "So when we got to the market parking lot I stripped naked and started to crawl into the crate when Angie stopped me and made me put on the handcuffs. I said I'd do it inside the crate but she said I should go ahead and get used to getting in and out of the crate without using my hands."

"Anyway, they rolled me in to the market. I felt like every man in the place was staring at my pussy and my asshole, and bunched up in that crate with handcuffs on I couldn't do anything to cover myself. It was really embarrassing, and I could feel my skin getting red and hot from the shame. One old man in a cowboy hat and a snap-button shirt whistled at me, and he and his friends followed us, talking about my ass and tits and calling me a

putina

. I wanted to get out and kick their asses, but Marta got us to the grading desk and inside before they could start sticking their fingers inside the cage, so that's another reason to get there early and avoid the wait."

"Did you see Cesar?" Alina asked.

"I did, but he didn't do my grading. By then he was assistant manager, so he had his apprentice Felia do it."

"A

woman

did your grading?" Alina said, then sucked in a breath: "Wait, Felia? Is that Cesar's

wife

Ofelia?"

"Not at the time but yeah, same person. She told me during the exam that she met Cesar when he did her grading. She doesn't wear a collar but I always wondered if she is really his wife or something else..." Magda said, arching an eyebrow.

"So she did the grading exam, and kept complimenting how fit I was" Magda continued. "When I did the slave positions, she would poke my delts and traps with her fingers, and when I did 'Slave Fours' she kept running her hands over my glutes and I was starting to get really turned on-"

"MAGDALENA!" Alina and Angie shouted in unison.

Magda laughed. "It was no big deal. I'm not gay and besides, I think it was being in public and having my body touched so intimately out in front of all those people that was doing it. Being a piece of flesh, collared, graded, judged, bid on, a beautiful woman running one hand down the crack of my ass, holding a shock stick in the other... it was the most intense experience of my life. I don't regret it."

The three sat in silence for a few miles. Finally Alina spoke: "Did you see anyone you knew? Other than Cesar, I mean."

"No," said Magda, "it was way too early for anyone from school to show up, and most of our neighbors work on Saturdays so I didn't see them either. Later I saw guys who had been at my inspection and grading auction, but they just smiled and made obscene gestures," Magda held two fingers in front of her mouth and stuck her tongue out between them, making Alina wrinkle her nose in distaste, "and that's about it."

"I'm not surprised none of them came up to you, you're a little intimidating when you're not handcuffed," said Angie. "Me, on the other hand, I did see a teacher when I was being auctioned, and the jerk bid on me! In my last few months at school whenever he would see me in the hallway he would always come up and speak in this really low voice, stuff like 'if you're not for sale, are you for rent?' And other times he'd just flash a hand sign like a bidder at me."

"Which teacher?" Alina asked. "Do I know him?"

"Mr. Rodriguez, the older one."

"The guy with the combover? Yeah, he always gives me the creeps. Even creepier now that I know he hangs out at the market trying to scope his students naked."

"Well that shouldn't happen to you. We're hours away from home, no one knows we're coming here, and we'll get in early too so you should be in and out before closing time."

"What happens at closing time?"

"If you haven't been through buyer inspection yet, or if the auctioneer is too busy and doesn't have time, you have to stay overnight and try again in the morning."

"Which sucks," added Magda, "it happened to me."

"Really?" Alina asked.

"Yeah, I was on track to get out of there by early afternoon but after lunch a couple of buses showed up from the courthouse, and next thing you know I'd been bumped to the end of the line."

"Why?"

"Judicial enslavements get first priority by law, and the slavers don't like keeping them around on-site anyway because of some sort of liability, I think. So yeah, I went from being next to being, like, number 82 or something.

Tia

tried to get me out for the night but Cesar said no way, it was company policy, some more liability stuff about how they were responsible for me and some other bullshit, but not to worry he would place me in my own pen alone and make sure I was safe. They sold all those bitches they could while I watched on the TV monitor up near the ceiling, but then they ran into mandatory closing time and I got to spend the night naked on a foam mattress with a scratchy wool blanket and my collar chained to the bed frame; at least Cesar took off the cuffs."

"Were you scared?"

"A little, I could hear the remaining girls crying and moaning in the other pens - our devoxing had worn off - and the guards threatening to tase them if they didn't shut up."

"Why not just devox them again?"

"If they use it too much in a short period of time it can hurt the vocal cords" Magda explained, "It might damage the goods."

"But I was safe," she continued, "Cesar had stationed a friend of his to guard my cell, and we spent a lot of the night talking before I got too tired to keep my eyes open. In the morning they took us to pee in a trough, let us hose down and dry off, gave us some kibble to eat, and marched us right back into the common waiting pen we'd been in last night. I got done before noon, but I didn't get that many bids because the same people who'd seen me at my grading and inspection weren't there the next day. That, plus my nearsightedness, lowered my rank even though I had near-perfect on everything else."

"You got Choice, right?"

"Yes, and the difference between Prime and Choice is going to UT Austin and going to UT El Paso, even with good grades and test scores."

There was silence again, until Angie broke it. "We'll be at my apartment soon, let's get in there quickly and get as much rest as we can. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."