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.
Alina's eyes were as wide as Angie had ever seen them, and she detected a slight trembling in her little sister's body. Angie smiled and gestured for her to remain calm.
Joanna next drew from the box an object that resembled a pistol; she tapped on it's rear display panel a few times, then referred back to the data pad. Looking at Angie, she said "Please look over the information here and if it's correct, please sign and click 'OK'." She looked back over at Alina: "That's the information to set up your Slave Chip, and also to apply for an official Slave Number, so that we can associate your grade with you."
Angie glanced over the form fields: "Alina Maria Ramos, female, age 18, Latin/Hispanic, US Citizen..." skimming over it until she got to the part about permanent status: "Free Woman"; Angie signed and handed the pad back to the woman.
Joanna tapped on the pistol's panel again, placed the tip against the upper part of Alina's chest above her right breast, and pulled the trigger. The pistol gave a pop, and Alina flinched. Joanna took another item - something resembling a bulky microphone - out of the box and waived it at Alina. "Reads 100%, all data reported, and your SN has come through already. Congratulations, Alina Ramos, 646-92-0078, you are now the proud possessor of a Slave Identification Chip and for the rest of your grading experience today you will be referred to as '0078', or at times as just 'slave'."
Alina looked, if anything, even more alarmed; Joanna took the microphone/wand thing and waved it over her own chest. "Don't be frightened, dear. See? We all have them," showing Alina the pad with Joanna's own chip information, then waving the wand at Angie so that her own chip info appeared on the pad. Alina seemed to relax a bit, but her eyes were still very wide, and her mouth was working side-to-side, a small habit she displayed when anxious.
Joanna picked up the data pad and turned back to Angie (she seemed to be completely ignoring Magda). "A number of options come with the Premiere package, I just need you to authorize them if you're interested. Check the box next to anything you want done."
