Daphne’s Downfall

This story arc takes place in an alternative reality where legal slavery exists in the United States as depicted in the stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, Gentlemanmariner and a number of others. I also want to thank Carl for editing much of my work, which greatly improved the final product while also allowing me to incorporate some of his characters and institutions in my stories. All persons enslaved, involved in slavery operations, or described in explicit sex scenes are aged 18 years or older. Feedback in the form of comments are greatly appreciated.

What follows was my attempt to explain what happened to Daphne after the events at the Parker Center in Allison’s Decent into Slavery (Ch. 10-12). I was able to incorporate Penny’s fate into part of the last chapter and will do a brief summary regarding what happened to Maribelle and Beth in Allison’s next chapter. My intent was to do about four to five pages (Word) on Daphne in the next chapter of Allison’s story and then move on but fell into a rabbit hole writing thirty pages, or enough for two separate chapters. I decided to publish them and possibly circle back to Daphne. My apologies for the detour but I hope you enjoy the story.

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The jailor’s hand on my left butt cheek kept me propelled in the correct direction down the hallway. I was naked wearing an inmate collar, gagged, with my hands cuffed behind my back in the detention facility adjacent to the Frank Crowley Courts building. It had been two days since that fateful day at Parker Center when I was arrested for illegal drug possession, furnishing a controlled substance to human livestock and felony slave abuse. I had plenty of time to contemplate my actions and my future in jail locked in ad seg, otherwise known as solitary confinement, for my own protection. Did I mention that all inmates are kept naked and collared while held in jail? The first night in general population three bull dykes got into a fight over who got to be my jail wife because I was going to be “gay for the stay”. They pulled out shanks from guess where and the fight was on with one ending up in the hospital in serious condition, the other two needing stitches and more importantly two correctional officers injured.

What did they think was going to happen when they put a naked Daphne Callaway in there wearing only an inmate slave collar? I graded prime, not prime minus, but an actual prime at the Bid D for my slave grading as part of my sorority initiation. The only pure prime in my pledge class I’ll have you know. I am hot and I use it to my advantage whenever I can. With blonde hair, blue eyes, nice firm breasts and a tight ass that I keep in shape with yoga, Pilates, running, tennis and personal training sessions. My dad told me that I was the twin for some actress named Heather Locklear when I slid down the bannister of our mansion butt first in a pair of tight leather pants my freshman year in college. My mother died when I was an infant so I grew up as daddy’s little girl, able to ignore my step mother Rhonda even when he remarried. To this day she and I have a rather frosty relationship.

In order to explain how I ended up in this ridiculous situation I need to describe my relationship with Calum Bedford. My father Jonathan Callaway and Calum’s dad Glenn were college buddies, business associates and members of the same country club. We lived three houses down from the Bedford’s and our families were close. It was during the club’s 4th of July party the summer before my freshman year in high school that we really noticed each other. After a few games of volleyball I caught him staring at me. Making a nice recovery he asked me to partner with him for a game of chicken in the pool. We ruled the roost, defeating all the other couples in the chicken contest that day. Calum followed me around like a lovesick puppy dog for the rest of the party. He was so cute and I liked the attention. Flirting and being a tease was in my genes. I’m a natural and I quickly had him wrapped around my little finger by the time of the fireworks display that evening.

Calum and I started dating soon thereafter, becoming high school sweethearts with Christmas formals, proms, and he was my escort when I executed a flawless “Texas Dip” as a debutante. I even gave Calum my virginity on prom night my senior year a few days after turning eighteen. I made the varsity cheerleader team freshman year and convinced the girls to cheer on the water polo team that Calum was the captain of. When they saw all the cute players they were hooked, and the water polo team really appreciated our support compared to the entitled football team. Calum was two years ahead of me in school so we maintained a long distance relationship with him at the University of Texas in Austin while I finished high school. In my social circle a good girl fell in love with a nice young man, married, had children, raised a family growing old together and I was well on my way towards attaining that goal.

We had it all planned out for me to become Mrs. Calum Bedford when I attended Rice University in Houston. One of us would make the three hour drive to visit the other on weekends when our schedules permitted. He had obligations starring on the varsity water polo team and I had my duties in the Alpha Delta sorority. It all fell apart my senior year at Rice when he met Allison and he broke up with me. I was devastated, my boyfriend of seven years had suddenly ended our relationship telling me that he had never really loved me now that he knew what true love felt like. How dare he break up with me! Destroying our carefully laid out plans for our future. I spent the next couple of years trying to break them up hoping to bring back my dream of becoming Mrs. Calum Bedford. Then a few days ago I discovered ponygirl Allison bent over a breeding bench at Parker Center and, well, the rest is history.

Daddy and Rhonda had visited me yesterday. He was furious that I had been so irresponsible right after we saw what happened to Amelia and Avery Bedford. Just a few days ago they had the circle star felon badge burned into their asses. It was all over the news! Daddy took a bottle of expensive scotch down to Glen’s the next day to give him support. When daddy found out that Amelia had an ownership interest in the Daisy ponygirl, he asked Glen to intercede with the owner of Allison. Glen, with Calum present, had agreed, even after everything I had done to Allison. Glen was more disappointed than angry with me and he sure did not want me to have the same experience as his wife and daughter. For that I was grateful.

Daddy had hired hot shot attorney Claire Kincaid to represent me and told me that if I fired her or she rejected me as a client I was getting the public defender. With just the drug possession charge alone I was looking at two to twenty years on a second degree felony. That alone could get me sold as a penal slave earning me the circle star brand. Ouch, I thought. Claire Kincaid also happened to be Rhonda’s baby sister, putting me in a sticky situation. I signed the retainer contract for Aunt Claire without reading it. Rhonda informed me that if I came home with the circle star badge of a felon burned into my ass Daddy was disowning me. When I looked at him he just nodded in agreement and stormed out of the room with Rhonda in tow.

After my meeting with Daddy I had plenty of time to reflect on our conversation. I have never seen him this angry before in my life. I had the next twenty-four hours to stew in my juices so to speak. Well, I was all alone in my cell for twenty-three hours a day so when I was not sleeping or doing yoga I found myself jilling myself while fantasizing about all the nasty things I might have to do as a slave girl. I was naked wearing an inmate collar which was weirdly erotic. After reading some of those slave romance novels and the movies and TV shows on the Hallmark slave channel I had a vivid imagination. It was particularly humiliating and highly stimulating to fantasize about being treated in the same nasty way I had tried to do to Allison. I began to wonder what was wrong with me as I lay there in a pool of sweat after each of many particularly good climaxes as I waited to meet with Aunt Claire, my new attorney.

The appointed time for our meeting arrived the next day when a jailor removed me from my cell. He used his right hand on my left buttock with his middle finger right on my anus to guide me to my destination. I was naked wearing an inmate collar, gagged and my hands cuffed behind my back. My arousal level was off the charts for some reason that I did not understand. Was it a combination of my sudden loss of freedom being stripped naked wearing a collar, locked up, marched around the jail naked for all to see or the jailor’s incessant finger rubbing, almost burrowing into my anus? I suspected that if we stopped in a confined space my jailor would smell my arousal.

Moving about the jail was a process in itself with numerous double doors dividing different sections of the jail. We waited for a door to open and then walked through waiting for the door to close behind us so the next door could open all the while being observed by correctional officers in different control booths. I just knew I was the hottest girl in here and acted as such, projecting a haughty attitude towards my lowly jailors. Whenever we stopped, my uppity jailor’s middle finger started delving further into my sphincter. Not punching through, but a circular rubbing that opened me up just a little. Damn, it was beginning to feel really good in a weird and unfamiliar way while I acted as if nothing unusual was happening.

“Feel that slut. That’s my finger knocking on your back door. When you get sentenced for your atonement session I am going to punch this starfish, driving my cock balls deep in your back door while you squeal.”

That was right out of an atonement session scene in the “Annie Finds Love as a Penal Slave” novel where the slave stupid heroine learned to enjoy anal sex in a slave haze strapped down on an atonement bench. As we waited for the door he reached lower, goosing my pussy with his finger as he lubed his digit, then bringing it back to my backdoor. More of the persistent digging until he had his finger in just past his fingernail massaging my sphincter from inside. My pussy was really throbbing now as I felt my pussy lips becoming engorged and peeling open. The correctional officer in the control room grinned, blowing me a kiss upon seeing that my nipples were as hard as diamonds. Could he see how wet my kitty was? It is a challenge to project an attitude of haughty indifference when a man is fingering your pussy and ass in a situation like this. I pulled it off with grace.

My escort taunted, “So the spoiled princess is a slut at heart. I thought that stink was yours. You want a big strong man like me to use you, don’t you? Your calling for the collar is getting granted if any of your charges stick which they will since it was all caught on video. You were slave stupid even when you were a free woman.”

I gave him a look of utter contempt while projecting an air of confidence, somehow ignoring the finger stuck in my ass. In reality I was legally screwed and knew it, which meant I would soon be screwed literally as well. He just confirmed what Daddy told me yesterday. How was Claire going to save me from getting the circle star badge burned into my cute butt? Then again, if anyone could save my ass it was Claire Kincaid.

We arrived at my destination, the attorney interview room where I was meeting Ms. Kincaid, or should I say Aunt Claire, to discuss my case. I had only met her a few times at family functions. She was an intimidating woman, reminding me of a lesbian Amazon warrior, who always seemed to be undressing me with a predatory gleam in her piercing blue eyes that made me nervous while also making my pussy tingle. I constantly felt unsettled in her presence, always wondering what if, but not being a lesbian myself and destined as the future Mrs. Calum Bedford I never seriously considered it. Now with time on my hands I confess that more than once I pleasured myself in my cell dreaming about what it would be like to be Claire’s submissive little slave girl. Where did that come from?

Claire Kincaid was a maverick both in the legal circles and within her family. She was a brilliant woman in her early thirties who had obtained her undergraduate degree in three years followed by a law degree all at the University of Texas. What made her different was the unorthodox way she funded her education with a full ride FINO as a racing ponygirl. By the time her college career was over she had captained the team to two national championships, was four time national champion in her event, All American and academic All American after being red-shirted her freshman year. The highlight of her racing career was winning the gold medal in the London games barely holding off the Russian that everyone thought was on steroids. Claire was tall, athletic and fit while retaining her femininity with Sports Illustrated swimsuit model good looks. She signed a one-year FINO funding her final year of law school with a wealthy lesbian alumna who wanted to explore a relationship with a thoroughbred with the two dating for a year afterwards until it fell apart.

My jailor opened the door, leading me inside by his finger, so to speak, and there Clair Kincaid sat at the interview table wearing a fashionable skirt and blouse. Once again those piercing blue eyes captured me in her gaze causing me to gasp through my gag and that weird tingle in my pussy returned yet once again. She had an air of confidence that was both intimidating and reassuring at the same time. Right now I just felt safe with her.

“Why is my client gagged?” Claire asked, frowning in annoyance.

“This one is mouthy,” replied the jailor.

“Has this stupid slave girl been whipped for her insolence?”

“No ma’am, we don’t want to mark the prime pussy destined for pleasure slut designation and sale.”

Claire smirked, standing up, pulling a twelve-inch leather strap out of her purse, “Bend her over the table so I can address her behavioral challenges. There’s no time like the present with an uppity slave girl new to the collar. This one signed my standard retainer contract making her a legal slave and me her owner until her case resolves. And that includes discipline.”

My jailor responded with an overly enthusiastic, “Yes ma’am,” as he bent me over the table before I knew what hit me. I tried struggling to no avail. Next thing I knew Aunt Claire landed three stinging blows to my ass with that strap as I squealed through my gag, not believing she had the audacity to spank me. I mean as the client I’m the boss, right? Then she landed three more for emphasis. This was my first spanking ever! Daddy never dared. Damn if it didn’t hurt, losing my composure as I started bawling even though the whipping somehow kicked my arousal into hyper drive.

Claire opened her briefcase pulling out a file folder, finger vibe, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a collapsible spreader bar, a riding crop, lube, a good sized butt plug, alcohol swabs and a zippered case out of her briefcase putting them on the table. What the hell! Why did she have all THAT I thought as my concerns were echoed by the guard?

“What do you need all that for?” asked my curious jailer, pointing at the assorted items on the table.

Aunt Claire snickered, “Me and my client will be having a heart to heart discussion concerning her personal growth as a human being now that she is wearing a collar.”

That sounded ominous. Claire used one of the alcohol swabs to disinfect a spot on my right buttock while asking, “Is this the spot where the circle star felon badge is burned into a naughty girl’s ass?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Claire pulled a loaded syringe from the case in front of me, removing the cap and checking for air bubbles. What was in the syringe and why was my lawyer giving it to me?

“Ma’am, is that horny juice? Why are you giving it to her? Can’t you smell the stink of her slave heat? Her cunt is already dripping wet.”

“It will make her a more docile, eager to please slave girl who knows when to keep her mouth shut. As a certified slave handler I am authorized to administer it.”

How dare she give me that shot! Who did she think she was? Claire stuck me right where my felon brand would go, I could feel a slight burning as the horny juice entered my bloodstream. The deputy was right, I was already too horny. Why do it, this would be like throwing gasoline on a fire?

“Daphne, this is a combination of estrogen, progesterone, and other chemicals that will significantly increase your sexual arousal, transforming you into a horny little slut for the next forty-eight hours. Unlike your sugar cube escapade this is all perfectly legal. It is fast acting and will help you adapt to your new reality as a slave.”

Claire returned the now empty syringe to its case and grabbed the tube of lube, rubbing it into my sphincter getting me ready. She wouldn’t dare I thought while I eyed the huge butt plug on the table before my eyes with trepidation. It was four-inches-long and three inches in diameter at the widest point. Could this get any worse? I was about to lose my anal virginity to a piece of plastic.

“This spoiled former debutante needs a slave plug to remind her of her current status,” sneered my attorney, as she swiped the anal plug off the table. She greased the plug, getting it all ready for my virgin ass, then dropping the lube on the table right in front of my face as she walked behind me.

“This might hurt a little, my darling,” she advised, and shoved it home. Aahhh! That bitch. Hurt a little my ass. That hurt a lot, never having anything in my ass before today.

“Please remove the gag and cuffs. Put her into those ankle and wrist cuffs and string her up from the ceiling with the spreader bar holding her legs apart before you leave the room.”

The deputy quickly complied with the request and then headed towards the door. “Buzz me if you need my assistance, ma’am.”

“I will, I promise.”

The door clicked closed behind me as the deputy left, leaving me alone with my attorney. So there I was strung up with my hands secured over my head, tears on my cheeks, legs spread wide, and a new butt plug in my virgin ass as my pussy throbbed out of control as the horny juice took effect. Claire tapped her smartwatch and the plug started softly vibrating, causing me to gasp in surprise. She picked up the riding crop and opened the file. It dawned on me that in a matter of mere minutes Claire had clearly demonstrated who was in charge here, and it wasn’t me.

“You’re screwed. I reviewed the video from the Parker Center. I do not have the police reports yet but the video alone is damning. The tox screen from the Samson clinic indicates a large quantity of ecstasy, so we know what the cubes were laced with. The remaining cubes will test positive for ecstasy. Since they recovered four cubes and each cube is four grams that is sixteen grams of ecstasy for a second degree felony which translates into two to twenty years penal enslavement. Furnishing ecstasy to a slave is a first degree felony good for five to twenty years. Doing it without the owner’s consent is an aggravating factor at sentencing. The slave abuse charge is the least of your worries. We lose if we go to trial. Right now the public is clamoring for accountability of the privileged who abuse their slaves. You meet that criteria putting you in the DA’s crosshairs for an easy political win. And they weren’t even your slaves. Do you understand your situation?”

She was scaring me. I whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“It has also come to light that you abused Penny Parker at school. Did you really have her branded with an Alpha Delta badge also known as the “slit licker” badge and then make her a house slave, stripping her naked in a collar sexually serving the other sisters and alumnae?”

Looking down at the ground in embarrassment I whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“If the judge finds out you’re looking at an international sale as a pleasure slut and you know what that means. Right now the cops don’t have that information and I intend to keep it that way.”

“Thank you, mistress.” Now I was really scared. An international sale meant I was never coming home since places like Saudi Arabia and Japan only recognized lifetime enslavements. Shipping me there would instantly transition a term of indenture to life.

“Believe it or not you actually have a few things in your favor that we can build on. First, you stopped Maribelle from continuing the abuse of Allison. It demonstrates remorse and most importantly it was captured on the video. Second, your father, through Glen Bedford, has engaged the owners of the two ponies you drugged and abused and they are willing to enter into a civil compromise taking the case out of the DA’s hands if a judge signs off on the agreement. Getting Bedford’s assistance was fortuitous. We need to demonstrate the level of your ability to perform as a pleasure slut to set your reserve price and the length of the indenture. After that the only question remaining is are you worthy of this opportunity?”

“How do I do that?” I suddenly had hope that I could somehow avoid a criminal enslavement. What I witnessed on TV when Amelia and Allison were publicly branded was a fate that I desperately needed to avoid.

“I had the opportunity to interview Penny Parker yesterday via Zoom and she provided a window into your soul that is concerning. You, my dear, are a Pillow Princess and we need to change that. Are you familiar with that term?’

“Yes. It is a woman, usually a lesbian that likes being eaten but refuses to reciprocate.” Damn, she had me pegged. My sisters had nicknamed me the pillow princess and I was proud of that title, not being a lesbian myself. Being in a long distance relationship I probably used Peggy five nights a week creaming on her face, keeping her in bed under the covers afterwards. The sisters joked that she was my pet and I treated her like one, sometimes even feeding her using a dog bowl and she just lapped it up.

“A good sorority sister would have protected Penny, not abused her. You conditioned her to obey you and not do her job. Now she is a naked slave under a protective enslavement EPO. You not only brought yourself down but you dragged her down with you. I know it and so do the owners of the slaves you abused. This is being factored into your civil compromise settlement. But first I need to be certain you can be a good slave girl. So my little Pillow Princess. How many girls did you go down on at your sorority?”

“Only my Big and only once. She told me I had room for improvement.” Actually I sucked at it. After giving her a few tentative licks she had pulled me up, started kissing me and playing with my tits while she ground herself off on my thigh telling me she would give me a pass, only because she liked me. After that I had used a constant stream of fellow pledges between my thighs until Penny came along the following year.

I did not view myself as a lesbian or really sexually dominant in any way. Using other girls like this gave me status in the sorority hierarchy that I enjoyed. I didn’t like using a vibrator like the other girls when they needed relief. Instead, I had a warm obedient tongue to meet my needs. In an amusing way I enjoyed being labeled the pillow princess and the accompanying prestige. Since it distinguished me from the others, it gave me power in the house and helped get me elected president of the sorority my senior year.

“Tell me about sex with Calum. How was it?”

“It was okay; I mean it was good.”

Claire smirked. “Okay is what you call sex when it’s somewhere between unfulfilling and disappointing. You’ve never had an orgasm fucking Calum or any other man, am I right or what?”

“I always thought it was bound to get better.”

She smirked at me again. “I talked to Calum about sex with you…”

Becoming angry, I interrupted her, “No you didn’t. How dare you. He would never…”

Glaring at me she cut me off, “Stop, do not interrupt me again! When I am speaking you listen. Clearly you do not understand your current situation.”

We glared at each other in silence. I was furious that Calum would discuss our sex life with her. That was private and personal. How could he betray me that way? Staring me in the eye she crossed her legs getting a predatory look on her face that began to worry me.

“What happens to slave girls who are mouthy?”

Oh shit! Not another whipping. The first one still stung and now Claire is standing up. She picks up the strap holding it in one hand and the riding crop in the other. It looks like she was weighing her options. Nothing I can say will make this better so I’m not answering her question. I mean, am I really supposed to say they get whipped, inviting more pain?

“Well, cat got your tongue? Obedient slave girls quickly answer any question one of their betters asks. Naughty little slaves refuse.”

I have a stubborn streak which was not helping me right now. Claire put the strap down on the table and turned facing me. Leering at my body she ran the riding crop from the vibrating plug in my ass up through my labia culminating with a little swirl on my clit causing me to moan. God that felt good! My pussy was leaking like a sieve leaving the crop coated with my juices. That horny juice was kicking in as my arousal ignited, pushing me to a level that I had never experienced before. I mean, I almost climaxed when she rubbed my clitoris with a riding crop! Claire smirked again as she examined my discharge glistening on the riding crop. Her smirk was just too cute as my pussy throbbed in response.

“I always wondered what it would be like having you strung up like this in my bedroom so that I could give you a much needed life lesson. Teach you a thing or two about your body. My king-sized bed has all sorts of fun bondage attachments on it. Now I will have to settle for a jail interview room.”

Realizing that the silence is the better part of valor route was digging me into a bigger hole I shot Claire my most coquettish, innocent look answering, “Yes mistress.”

“Thwack.”

“Ouch!”

With a flick of her wrist Claire had struck me on the upper inside of my right thigh. Damn that hurt. With my legs held wide open with the spreader bar the insides of my thighs and privates were easily accessible. Then it got weird. She started rubbing the spot where she had just struck me with her hand, massaging away the pain and it felt good. Really good.

“Where were we now before you so rudely interrupted me? Calum described you as just lying in bed and allowing sex to happen without ever really being involved or participating in it. You are like a lot of attractive girls who just lay back, arms and legs spread as far apart as possible, like a starfish, making yourself available for your man to mount and fuck until he is done. You allow the sex to happen while not really engaging in it because you are clueless, not knowing how to express what you really want or what feels good. For you sex is a chore, not an experience or a new adventure to be enjoyed with your partner. We need to change that.”

Claire stopped massaging my inner thigh and walked behind me while talking as the vibrations from the plug suddenly picked up. God that vibrator in my ass felt good! “Was his description correct, my little starfish?” I hesitated, not wanting to admit it. I was not the pathetic girl that she described. Or was I?

“Whack!”

Pain flared on my right buttock quickly followed by a hand gently massaging away the pain.

“I’ll take your silence as adoptive admission. How many blowjobs did you give Calum during the seven plus years the two of you dated? I vacillated, not sure how to answer the question while she massaged my buttock.

“Whack.”

“Nooo.”

Claire nailed me from behind on the inside of my left thigh on the sensitive skin right where it intersects with my buttock. Followed by her hand softly kneading the flesh there causing a ripple effect as it put pressure on my vagina. Claire just stood behind me casually massaging that spot as my pussy throbbed and nipples hardened into diamonds. God this felt really good as I moaned again as her hand lingered.

“Answer the question, slave girl.”

I quickly started babbling, “Only a few times. I’d put it in my mouth for a little bit to get it wet and then I’d roll over onto my back so we could make love.”

Claire snickered, “What’s a little bit?”

“Ah, ten to twenty seconds. I might lick him a little, but try not to because it was disgusting. Dirty, yucky, and tastes bad.”

“Have you ever sucked him off? Let him cum in your mouth?”

“Oh god no, mistress.” I proudly responded. I mean why would I do that I wondered?

Claire pulled her hand away and I moaned in dismay. The kneading transformed the pain into such exquisite ecstasy. I now associated the pain with pleasure as my pussy throbbed and nipples tingled. I longed for the next blow from this dominant woman because it would lead to pleasure. This reminded me of the guy with the dog and bell. What was his name?

“Thwack.”

“Aaahhh!”

Claire landed a blow on the sensitive skin on the underside of my left breast. Damn that stung! She cupped my tit massaging the underside of my breast purposefully avoiding my very erect nipple. Touch my nipple! Please. Looking me in the eye the whole time Claire leaned forward lightly blowing air on my nipple driving me crazy with lust. Moaning, I arched my back, trying to thrust my breast into her mouth without success. I groaned in frustration as she continued her massage blowing on my raisin with a twinkle in those piercing blue eyes. God, she had wonderful eyes, I could drown in them. What was happening to me?

“My little starfish. Did you ever try fucking him in the cowgirl position?”

My face must have registered a look of utter confusion on it. What is the cowgirl position? Seeing my lack of understanding she moved on shaking her head in disgust while still blowing on my nipple.

“How about doggy?

“No mistress.” I knew that one! But had never done it, just read about it or saw it on the first episode of Game of Thrones secretly wishing I was Daenerys when Drago took her on their wedding night. Claire just looked at me with pity written all over her face. I started crying, although I was not sure if it was from embarrassment, sexual frustration or a combination of the two. The effects of the horny shot were driving me insane with lust as my pussy drooled.

“Whack!”

“Fuck, please stop.”

She had struck me on the mons, right above my vagina. That hurt like hell and then she started rubbing me there with her fingers. The massage indirectly stimulated my clitoris causing me to gasp in pleasure. Taking her time, she just stared into my eyes, slowly rubbing my mons while I squirmed, not asking any more questions. I was so close to erupting in a massive climax that was percolating deep in the pit of my stomach that I was actually panting as the incessant kneading of my flesh continued.

Shocking myself I whispered, “No, don’t stop…more.”

I had become like Pavlov’s dog who had been conditioned to salivate upon hearing the bell. My pussy now throbbed and drooled whenever Claire struck me with the riding crop. I now associated the pain with pleasure looking forward to each additional blow from the riding crop. Yearning for the sting of the crop. Needing the pleasure that accompanied the pain in the hope that it would push me into a frenzy.

“Why didn’t you try any of these things?”

I sobbed, “A good girl doesn’t do any of that. I’m a free woman, I don’t suck cock or swallow cum or get fucked in the ass. That is what slaves are for.”

“You are no longer a free woman. YOU ARE A SLAVE NOW!”

“Whack.”

“Thwack.”

Next thing I knew I felt a sharp sting, not a sting of pain but one of pleasure, on my right nipple immediately followed by a blow directly on my clitoris as Claire simply stated, “cum for me, SLAVE,” and I did, launching deep into an incredible climax unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I arched my back exploding into a fierce frenzy while screaming aloud, “Yesssss.” Then she jammed her fingers in my pussy and started massaging the inside of my vagina, finding a place I did not know existed, my G spot, while vigorously rubbing my clitoris with her thumb as I heard her command.

“Cum for me slave, again, release another one, cum for me you slave hot slut, let it out, ride your climax, become the little pleasure slut you were always meant to be,” and I did. Oh boy did I ever!

My first orgasm gave birth to another larger climax that exploded out of my body, back arching, toes curling, with my head facing the ceiling and my mouth open. I was baying loudly in that little interview room like a wolf to the moon as my body exploded in the most intense orgasm of my young life.

My screams were heard outside the room and the deputy burst in looking around making sure everything was all right. I groaned loudly coming down from my climax as I hung by my arms struggling to stand. Claire pulled her fingers out of my vagina, making a squelching sound followed by a little pussy fart as I blushed in embarrassment. She smirked at the deputy, licking my juices off her thumb and fingers one at a time clearly savoring the flavor. He grinned sheepishly once he figured out what had happened.

“Excuse me ma’am for…barging in. I heard screams and needed to investigate. Still having a heart to heart discussion concerning your client’s personal growth as a human being? Can I be of any assistance…with her personal growth?”

“Please take her down, remove the cuffs and spreader bar and put her on her knees right there,” directed Claire, pointing at a spot right in front of her chair which she promptly sat down in, crossing her legs. My jailor efficiently had me on my knees at Claire’s feet in no time as she played with her riding crop.

“Ma’am, is there anything else?”

“Not right now, but in a little while I will require some assistance. Thank you.”

The door clicked shut behind the deputy leaving us alone once again. Claire pulled her skirt up to her waist while scooching down in the chair and spreading her legs. I looked down at the ground not knowing how to react. I had mixed feelings, with part of me wanting to service her like in my fantasies, masturbating in my jail cell while the other part hesitated. Claire put the riding crop under my chin, pushed my head up so that I was looking her in the eyes. I was more confused than scared and she could see it in my face. Those beautiful blue eyes captivated me once again; they blazed with desire, giving me confidence. As I moved closer to her I could smell her now, her musk heady and erotic causing a throbbing between my thighs that surprised me.

“You know what to do my little pillow princess.”

I was suddenly mesmerized coming face to face with her sex. It was clean shaven but for the landing strip above her clitty which was poking out of her hood. Her inner lips were swollen and pouting, and her opening glistened with her essence. I gasped at the jewelry. There was a piece in her hood with the ball end of a barbell protruding from the top with the bar running under the hood pushing down on her distended nubbin. There was a second horseshoe shaped piece at the base of her clitoris. Some of my sorority sisters had hood ornaments but I had never seen any up close.

I had never thought that a woman’s vagina could be described as beautiful. Claire’s pussy captivated me, it was simply stunning with the jewelry and then there was the fragrance of her arousal. Oh god she smelled good. I leaned forward, pausing savoring her smell, musky, tangy, earthy and delightful as my nipples tingled with excitement. What was coming over me I wondered?

“Those are my hood ornaments. Someday you will learn to appreciate your own. Now put that tongue to work.”

Claire’s inner lips were exposed through the entire length of her outer lips like a flower bud about to bloom. Her lips were right there in front of me, glistening with moisture, waiting to be kissed, so I did, gently at first, then extending my tongue, pushing it as far into her as I could, moaning, overwhelmed with the flavor sensations of her pussy in a surprisingly pleasant way. God she tasted good! If I thought her scent was wonderful, it paled in comparison to the taste. It went straight to my head, the tang and musk driving me crazy. A tremor shook her body and I kissed again around the sides of her pussy, on her outer lips, and then back to the inner lips, teasing them apart with my tongue. I licked slowly a few times, bottom to top, and her body shifted a little pushing towards me, needing more. I drove my tongue inside her, more forcefully and quickly. She cooed and whimpered and moaned in pleasure as my tongue moved in and out of her.

Claire’s engorged clitty was sitting proud at the top of the inverted “V” formed by her inner lips. I flicked it once with my tongue. Her hips bucked as I made contact, so I wrapped my arms around her powerful legs and held on for dear life. I refused to let go as I honed in on her skittle with my mouth and tongue languishing slow, light strokes on her nubbin as I savored the flavor of her juices.

“Oh God, Daphne, good girl, more…”

I quickened the pace of my tongue, lashing her pleasure button with a fury. Her whole body was now shaking as she moaned in delight, suddenly thrusting her hips, pushing her kitty into my face as she exploded. My licks transitioned to gentle kisses until I moved lower, lapping up her delicious juices.

Claire uttered a one-word command, “Again,” and I complied.

Recalling what I liked making Penny do to me I decided to expand my repertoire. I was so engrossed in my task that my tongue moved down from her pussy traveling along her taint to her rosebud without hesitation. It was coated with the juices that dribbled down from her overflowing spring that was her pussy. Tentatively at first I licked her rosebud as she whimpered in response. Gaining confidence, my wet tongue polished her starburst, generating more moans as she started thrashing about groaning until I felt something on the inside of her left buttock right next to her rosebud.

Pulling back in surprise looking down spotting the same distinctive “D” of the Big D that I had burned into poor Penny’s ass. My Aunt Claire was a Sandy Foot girl! She groaned in disapproval at my tongue’s absence from her ass. I dove back in slobbering all over her rosebud as she squealed in delight once again as she started thrashing about groaning. Sensing she needed more I licked her, dragging my moist tongue from her anus through the valley of her labia to her clitty and I did it again, and again, and again, as she moaned in pleasure thrusting her hips off the chair.

“Oh God, my Daphne, yes…”

My tongue traveled upward searching for her clit, and when I found it, she loudly groaned in pleasure as I latched onto it. I brought my right hand to her opening, right beneath my tongue, and slowly inserted my index finger inside her, soon adding my middle finger. I lovingly stroked her from the inside, finding her G spot and that was all she needed to blast off. Her back arched, her hips bucked and she tried to pull away from my tongue as the orgasm crashed over her. I kept my fingers inside her and she clenched down on them as she climaxed, not letting go until the tremors subsided.

I lightly kissed her skittle until with one last gentle kiss I released her. Pulling my fingers out I looked up at her from between her thighs with pride at my handiwork, my face drenched in her juices as she struggled to catch her breath. I sat back kneeling with a grin, my face glistening with her juices. If I had been a puppy, my tail would have been wagging fast showing my excitement. I was so delighted with myself for pleasing her.

“Wow, I didn’t think my pillow princess had THAT in her.” Neither did the pillow princess. What had come over me?

Catching her breath Claire stood up straightening her clothing. Once she was put back together she strode to the door leaving me on my knees, still smiling proudly with my face coated with her juices. Claire summoned my jailor asking for his assistance. He entered the room taking in my current condition and Claire’s slightly flushed face. Grinning, he addressed Claire.

“I see you have been having that heart to heart discussion with your client concerning her personal growth as a human being. How can I be of assistance? Ma’am.”

“My little starfish needs to demonstrate her oral skills. Would you mind giving me a helping hand?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Claire smirked at me, “Mouth.”

I had never enjoyed giving head, not even to Calum. I hated the taste, the gagging on their dicks as they thrust into my throat. Now I was about to suck this deputy’s junk. He beat me to the draw, quickly unzipping his pants and pulling out his growing cock as I kneeled before him. Yuck! It was uncircumcised and growing with the head pushing out from this sheath, a liquid forming on his peephole. Thankfully it was just average sized. Taking his penis in hand I rubbed my face all over his hard cock coating it with the remnants of Claire’s pussy juice that still glistened on the surface. He moaned in pleasure. I am sure I looked like a dirty little skank but I had an ulterior motive. Similar to seasoning a piece of beef I was flavoring his shaft with Claire’s essence, hoping to improve the taste.

For some strange reason I wanted to do a good job. It was suddenly very important to me that I make Claire proud of my cock sucking skills and I refused to disappoint. I engulfed the deputy’s cock with an enthusiasm that surprised me, taking him into my mouth, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft while peeling back his foreskin with my hand. The familiar taste and texture that I so detested were mitigated by Claire’s juices, so I focused on her familiar taste making it all okay. Then she gave me a helping hand, literally. Squatting next to me pushing the finger vibe on her fingers into my kitty from behind while using her other hand to diddle my skittle. I moaned in pleasure with his cock in my mouth as she gave me encouragement. I was ecstatic that Claire cared for me, actually concerned for this lowly slave girl’s pleasure.

The deputy’s shaft was pistoning in and out of my mouth just as the door to the room opened behind me. I was massaging his balls with my left hand and stroking his cock with my thumb and index finger in unison with my mouth. There were footsteps of someone entering and the door clicked shut with the individuals outside of my peripheral vision. Curiosity got the better of me and I tried to pull away to see who had entered when the deputy forcefully grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. Now I knew what my sorority sisters meant when they said their dates “face fucked” them. No boy had ever dared do that to me!

“Pay attention to what you are doing, slave. It’s just some attorneys and they can wait until you are done. His hips are twitching, he is almost there my little starfish.”

I was almost there too! Claire just needed to put some pressure on my happy button with her fingers to set off my fireworks. I was on the edge of an explosion without direct clitoral stimulation, never having cum that way before.

A female voice spoke in a businesslike manner, “How much longer?”

“Not long at all,” confidently responded Claire.

Blushing due to the new audience I could feel an orgasm building deep in my stomach. Claire did a magic dance in my vagina with the finger vibe moving it from one erogenous zone to another like she was playing a stringed instrument. Her efforts were complemented by the vibrations from the butt plug and her fingers rubbing around my clit. All I needed was for Claire to push me over the precipice into yet another delicious climax. I had become such a needy little slave today and I could tell that this one was going to be a doozy.

“The vibe is on your G spot, you are so ready. You will climax for me when he blows in your mouth. Not a moment sooner or you will be punished. Cum when you first taste his semen, my poor little starfish.”

Oh shit! Claire had the finger vibe inside my pussy right on my G spot and started lightly massaging my engorged nubbin as I was now forced to hold in my climax. I could not believe I was trying NOT to cum, and it was becoming painful. I moaned in frustration, my lips wrapped around his cock as the intensity of my efforts increased corresponding to my need for relief. I am now frantically stroking his shaft with one hand, massaging his balls with the other all the while looking up at him pleading for relief with my eyes. Damn bastard! Just cum for me already! I couldn’t believe I was literally begging a man to fill my mouth with his splooge. God how I so wanted to climax, needing him to fill my mouth with his semen. And then he did, flooding my mouth with his stuff giving me my first taste of cum as I happily exploded into another frenzy.

It had a slightly salty flavor and was a warm mucus, goopy like substance that literally inundated my mouth. In all honesty I wasn’t paying much attention to the flavor or texture of his cum as I was too busy enjoying my own eruption. Claire commanded her little starfish to swallow and I did but it was difficult when he started trying to jam it down my throat with me in my frenzy. Somehow I managed to gulp down most of his cum but some escaped out of the sides of my mouth running down my chin. Finally, the firehose turned off and I was able to ride out my climax as we both came down.

The female lawyer asked if we could get started now as Claire stood up. I was still on my knees trying to catch my breath, hoping to somehow get the cum aftertaste out of my mouth. I turned my head looking at the lawyers and froze in surprise. There was Calum Bedford, my ex-boyfriend of seven years, staring down at me with a bemused look on his face. I was on my knees in front of the grinning deputy, mouth open in shock, cum on my face and a rather large strand of splooge hanging off my chin. My face instantly flushed red as I died of embarrassment with him seeing me like this.

Then it got worse as Claire quickly scooped up the hanging strand of jism with her finger telling me that I didn’t want to have to lick it off the floor. No kidding! When the cum coated finger entered my mouth I reflexively cleaned it, all the while staring up at Calum as he watched my performance and shook his head in disgust. Claire wiped up the semen on my chin putting another cum covered finger in my mouth and I dutifully sucked it clean. God he looked good and I instinctively turned towards him, spreading my knees wide apart and displaying my wet cunt to him like a good slave girl. I did get an A in slave yoga after all. Then I noticed a slight tenting in his pants and my pussy throbbed in need once again even though I was still recovering from my last orgasm. That horny juice was really doing a job on me.

Claire clearly knew Sharon Price, the female attorney representing Broadstone, as they gave each other hugs and air cheek kisses. Then Sharon introduced Claire to “Mr. Bedford” representing the owners of Allison and “Daisy” and they shook hands after Claire used some hand sanitizer. Claire suggested that Mr. Bedford might want to use the slave’s mouth to relieve himself if necessary which he quickly declined, further fueling my humiliation that somehow increased my arousal. When we had dated he had on numerous occasions sought a blow job and I had cruelly shot him down every time. Now when my mouth was suddenly available he nonchalantly rejected the offer, suggesting instead that we get down to business. He didn’t find me attractive in my new role as a slutty cock whore!

Calum hesitated, looking at me as the women took their seats at the table. Had he changed his mind I hoped? For some reason his rejection stung and right here, right now, I wanted to suck his big cock until he filled my mouth with his baby batter. Somehow my perspective on oral sex had changed over the last few days or hours. Then he pulled a monogrammed handkerchief out of his pocket, grabbed a bottle of water to get it wet and strode over to me. Grabbing me by my hair. He pulled my head back and started cleaning the cum off my face with the handkerchief. It reminded me of when I was six years old my father cleaned ice cream and cake frosting off my face at my birthday party. I had mistreated Allison yet Calum was ever the gentleman kindly taking care of me when I did not deserve it. He gave me a mini lecture while cleaning my face.

“I was shocked walking in here seeing you sucking some random jailor’s cock and then climaxing while swallowing his cum. Have you no self-respect? What would your father say if he could see you now? Daphne, I’m really worried about you.”

When he was done cleaning the cum off my face Calum folded up the handkerchief, looked at it with a now what do I do with this filthy thing expression and I giggled like a mindless bimbo. Opps, I shouldn’t have done that. He glared at me. I was so aroused right now that I couldn’t think straight.

“Daphne, please close your knees. I do not need to see you exhibiting your snatch like a bitch in heat.”

My knees snapped shut as my face turned a deeper color of red as I wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear while my pussy just throbbed more. He placed the handkerchief in his pocket, pulled out a tube of mint Mentos from his briefcase, giving me three for my breath. Then he sat down and the attorneys got down to business as I enjoyed my minty treat. I had forgotten just how considerate he was.

Calum hesitated with a funny look on his face and then asked, “Why do you refer to Daphne as a starfish?”

“When we spoke yesterday you described Daphne’s sexual performance which is nicknamed starfish sex or starfishing. It is sex where the girl just lays back with her arms and legs spread out as far apart as possible, like a starfish, making herself available for the guy to mount and fuck until he is done. Our little starfish allows the sex to happen without being involved or participating in any way, shape or form. In Daphne’s case she doesn’t know how to express what she really wants or what feels pleasurable.”

“I see.”

“In order to get the reserve price for the four-year term I have to show the judge that she can perform as a pleasure slut. Just now our cute little starfish spread her legs wide open displaying her wet pussy, subconsciously she was letting you know that it was available for your use if you so choose like a good pleasure slut. This shows progress and potential on her part. Then you turned down her offer, humiliating her.”

Calum looked down at me with my knees held together. “Slave, knees open.”

Blushing a deep red I quickly assumed the correct position. Knees splayed wide open, back straight jutting my tits out, hands palms up on my knees as I looked down on the ground. God, I swear my pussy felt like it was ready to leak on the ground below me. That horny juice had pushed me over the edge.

Ms. Price continued the lecture. “Look at her pussy. You can see her arousal with her lips open and oozing vaginal fluids. A good pleasure slut stays wet letting her master know that not only is she ready to serve him sexually but more importantly signifying her desire for him.”

“Daphne was almost a prude in bed, not open to experimentation, really kind of boring. She was never wet like this when we dated,” responded Calum, nodding in my direction.

“She looks like she’s about to drip on the floor,” giggled Ms. Price.

“Nobody who knows her would believe it,” laughed Calum.

“It’s amazing what a change of scenery can do to alter one’s perspective on sex. She is no longer a spoiled stuck-up debutante, a wealthy heiress with a silver spoon in her mouth, or president of a prestigious sorority. The sexual inhibitions of a free woman that doesn’t give head, swallow cum, or get ass fucked have been stripped away with her clothes and freedom. As a lowly naked slave girl, livestock, a piece of chattel to be sold and used as someone’s sex toy she shed those inhibitions evolving into a skanky pleasure slut with a drippy pussy,” responded Ms. Price.

Claire sniggered, “Talking about it spiked her arousal. Her little clitty is sticking out from her hood and her pussy is even wetter now.”

“She’s gonna drip on the floor any second now,” chortled Ms. Price.

Claire smirked, while tapping her smartwatch, “Wait for it.”

God no, I thought. Stop talking about my sopping wet vagina. Staring at it is only making it worse. Stupid horny juice shot is causing all this. I cannot leak on the floor in front of Calum, I just can’t, I thought as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I gasped as the vibrations in my ass doubled in intensity. Did you ever see a video of raindrops landing on a leaf until one rolls into another drop, picking up momentum until it rolls into a third and a fourth, creating a little stream that runs off the leaf? That is what happened to me and my pussy leaked onto the floor as I kneeled there red-faced. I swear the little splat sound reverberated throughout the room. At least it sounded loud. Why me? I asked myself as I emitted a guttural moan?

“Look at that. She leaked on the floor,” laughed Calum.

“Was it two or three drops?” giggled Ms. Price.

“Two drops. If you are done now shall we get down to business?” asked Claire, trying to refocus the conversation.

Ms. Price chuckled, “Let’s.”

Claire had a proposal all worked out and handed each of them a copy to review. In summary I was looking at a four year term of voluntary enslavement when sold with the proceedings of my sale going to a nonprofit named Amford Holdings, whatever that was. My father agreed to pay for any specialty slave training prior to my sale and had the option to purchase me himself with the condition that he donate me to Amford Holdings. They agreed that I would attend the Lone Oak Equestrian Academy for ponygirl dressage training after being processed through the Big D. All parties had to agree that I qualified as a pleasure slut to justify the reserve price in the agreement when I was sold. Claire had identified certain tests that I needed to pass to meet this requirement coupled with my prime slave grade in order to pass judicial muster. Calum and Claire would co-manage me until my final contract, having to agree on my training and sale with Sharon acting as the tiebreaker in case of dispute.

“Mr. Bedford, would you please do the honors with the discipline. It is only fitting that you beat her ass for her misdeeds,” snickered Ms. Price.

Calum nodded, stood and pulled a chair into the middle of the room and sat down. “Daphne, please place yourself across my lap, hands on the floor.”

Claire grabbed a ball gag out of her briefcase. “Let me put a gag on her. I do not want the screaming attracting the attention of the guards.” That didn’t bode well for me.

Soon I was draped across Calum’s lap, a ball gag in place with my ass up oriented towards his right hand. His left hand on my back holding me in place while laying his right hand on my right buttock squeezing it. Initially I was happy he had declined to use the riding crop or the strap since I expected them to be more painful. Feeling his hand on my ass changed my perspective. A bare fanny spanking with the hand just felt much more intimate, personal and demeaning. Then his hand was gone, replaced by a searing pain when it returned with force. I had forgotten how strong he was as the blows rained down. Ms. Price stopped Calum after a good ten blows as I sobbed through my gag, tears streaming down my face thinking it was over. My good fortune would be short-lived.

Ms. Price positioned me sitting on Calum’s lap facing away from him. Then she had him gently lower me forward until my face was on the floor at his feet as I supported myself on my forearms. Calum opened his knees allowing my waist to come in between his legs with my legs spread wide open to the sides as he pulled me in close proximity to him. We were in a way “interlocked” in close body contact when my pussy rubbed against his crotch as I adjusted myself trying to get comfortable. My buttocks jiggled, my pussy throbbed and my nipples tingled at the contact in this lewd position. I was completely exposed with my very wet pussy spread open on display and the vibrator buzzing in my ass. I had never felt as vulnerable and helpless as I did right now as I presented my vagina glistening with arousal to my ex-boyfriend while I sobbed in humiliation shedding a few tears of shame. Why is my pussy still so wet? Then I had the odd thought wondering if horny juice was addictive based on how it was affecting me. I mean, the sex today had been good, really good.

Ms. Price and Claire taught Calum how to use the spank and rub method that Claire so effectively used with the riding crop less than an hour ago in order to check my slave heat. He was a quick study. In no time I was panting in need as another orgasm began building in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t the only person becoming aroused! Calum shifted his body, suddenly freeing his now erect penis from along his thigh so that now it was protruding into my needy cunt. In my mind I pictured the large tent in Calum’s pants caused by his erection.

I looked up at Claire who smirked at me with a knowing look, nodding her head in understanding at my plight, giving the permission I craved. Grinning, she tapped her smartwatch, increasing the intensity of the vibrations emanating from the plug. I moaned happily when Calum’s hand landed on my buttock and he started rubbing, transforming the pain into beautiful, wonderful pleasure. I humped my pussy into his crotch, making exquisite contact with his erection. I was soon able to rub my clitoris along his steel hard shaft as he rained down another blow sending shockwaves throughout my body as he rubbed my ass sending jolts throughout my body as I entered a sexual nirvana. I aggressively humped against him with an intensity that surprised me. He struck me one last time on the sweet spot below my right buttock and I exploded into an intense climax. I squealed through the gag in delight as I squirted while rubbing myself off enjoying my release riding out my frenzy until it subsided with me trying to catch breath through the ball gag.

Calum gently helped me out of our entanglement. There I was panting looking up at him as I lay splayed out on my back on the floor, legs spread, my pussy glistening with my discharge with the plug vibrating in my ass. Wow! That happy juice was pushing me to new heights of sexual depravity not knowing that I was yet to achieve even greater pinnacles of decadence. I had just squirted! That had never happened before, and it felt good, really good. In my excitement I had soaked his crotch leaving him with a very prominent erection trying to burst out into the open. Feeling sorry for his current predicament I hoped that I would be able to service him with my mouth. Claire leaned down, removing my gag, making it easier to catch my breath.

Ms. Price interrupted my thoughts. “A pleasure slut must demonstrate an affinity for anal sex. This slave is an anal virgin.”

It suddenly dawned on me what was next. Moving to my knees I prostrated myself in front of Calum laying my face on his knee while clinging to his leg. Without seeking permission, I pleaded.

“Please Calum, I don’t want a total stranger doing this to me. I trust you to do it right. Please do this for me, take me back there.”