Three Sisters - Chapter 02
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Part two of a ten-part story about three sisters and their experiences getting slave graded. Note that this story contains references to slavery and not-completely-consensual sexual submission. While the story does include themes and depictions of incest or incestual desire, this particular chapter does not, but be aware of that before getting invested in the story. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
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Arrival
Early the next morning Angie's car pulled into the parking lot of the market. It was huge, bigger than Garcia's, with a big sign - still lighted in the early dawn - reading "HCI" in big letters and underneath "Sales * Grading * International Shipping".
Angie could see some parking spaces near the front marked "Reserved for Grading Customers" so she pulled into one and got out.
Magda, dressed like some sort of goth-dyke-schoolgirl in her short plaid skirt and Doc Martens, got out and stood next to Angie, who was wearing her typical off-work uniform of olive-colored t-shirt and faded jeans, and together they looked over the building. Under the big covered entranceway they could see employees unlocking doors, unrolling shutters and getting ready for business. Angie looked at her phone and said "It's like a minute until opening time, let's get the star of the show ready."
Magda opened the back door of the car and Alina got out. She was immaculately cleaned, her finger- and toenails polished, her legs and armpits shaved close, and her hair carefully styled; she looked like she was ready for her prom date, except for the halter top, shorts and sneakers she was wearing.
"One last thing" Magda said, "Angie and I chipped in and got you a Premiere grading. It's better than a regular one, because you get more things assessed and so are more likely to get a high grade. Also, I think they treat you a bit nicer - private holding pen, real food to eat, stuff like that." She handed Alina a printout, showing her the certificate with her name on it.
"Oh, you guys!" Alina smiled, and hugged each of her sisters. "Thank you!"
"You're very welcome. We love you so much!" Angie said. "But now it's time to get going."
"So strip, kiddo!" laughed Magda, holding out a bag for Alina's clothing.
Alina sighed, looked around the parking lot one last time, then pulled her halter top over her head, revealing her high, pert breasts with small, mocha-colored areolas, then folded it on the trunk and handed it to Magda. Next came her shoes, then her shorts, slid down over her silky, toned legs, then folded and handed over. Her panties (patterned with tiny flowers) came next, and Angie could see her carefully trimmed light-brown pubic hair forming a narrow strip on either side of her labia. Alina handed those to Magda as well, who put the bag in the back seat.
"No whining, you're off to a good start" Angie said. "Let's go!"
The trio walked across the cool asphalt parking lot, Alina flanked by her older sisters (Angie holding her hand), to the front entrance. There were several sets of double doors under a sign reading "Entrance," and a single door off to one side labelled "Grading." Inside that door they walked through an office that reminded Angie of a high-end boutique, all natural wood and burnished metal and concealed lighting. They appeared to be the first ones there.
They walked up to the main desk where a trim older woman in a maroon jacket and skirt was typing on a computer. Angie said "Good morning! My sister is here for a slave grading and to get her slave chip." Alina sheepishly placed the printout on the counter.
"Good morning, and welcome to HCI Houston," the woman said, looking up and smiling. She had pale skin and dark hair, streaked with silver, which was piled on top of her head, and almost matching her silver rimmed eyeglasses. The name tag on her blazer read "Joanna" and below that "Intake & Grading." She scanned the bar code on the coupon, glanced at her screen, and asked "Alina Ramos? I'll need to see some ID." Angie produced Alina's drivers license, which Joanna scanned. She picked up a data pad and took a small box out from behind the counter, then pushed the pad toward Alina: "I'll need your thumbprints first, dear. Place them on the circles here." Alina did so as Joanna moved from behind the counter. Retrieving the pad, she asked "You two are accompanying her, right? I'll check her in and give you a claim ticket. I can send it to your phones if you fill in your information here," handing the pad to Angie.
Opening the box she took out a pair of handcuffs, turned to Alina and said "Back Hands!" Alina turned around, clasping her hands behind her, and shuddered when Joanna fastened the handcuffs around her wrists. "I see you paid attention in school. That's going to help your score for sure. Now turn back around."
Alina gave a faint smile as Joanna took a spray bottle out of the box. "Open wide, dear" she instructed Alina, then sprayed the de-voicing spray into her mouth and down her throat. "Is this your first time devoxed?" she asked. Alina started to speak, but she couldn't make a sound, then blushed as she nodded. "Don't worry dear, I ask that same question to everyone, and they all do the same thing" Joanna laughed. She reached behind the counter to a rack of collars, sorting them until she found a pink one with a dark red stripe. "Pink for grading, red stripe for her Premiere status" Joanna explained, then made a swift, expert motion that lifted Alina's hair off her neck with one hand and snapped on the collar with the other.
