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 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.

This is the final part of Daphne’s story for now before I circle back to Allison and Lindsey’s tale. In Daphne’s first chapter I mentioned Amelia and Avery Bedford which generated a few reader comments. Amelia is Calum Bedford’s mother and the woman that took Allison to the Big D for her slave grading in the first chapter of “Allison’s Descent into Slavery”. Avery is Calum’s little sister and was introduced in chapter five of that story. More information about Amelia’s jail stay is covered in Carl Bradford’s “Recovering Slut Pt. 4” and my story titled “Avery’s Descent into Slavery” that has a number of chapters almost ready for publication. My apologies for any confusion.

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The jailor’s hand on my left butt cheek kept me propelled in the right direction down the hallway towards the courtroom where my case would be heard in the Frank Crowley Courts building. I had a serious problem. I was extremely aroused when I was removed from my cell. My jailor smelling my slave heat just grinned and shook his head as he gagged me and cuffed my hands behind my back. Once again he took every opportunity to goose my wet pussy with his finger as he lubed it, then bringing his wet digit back to my rosebud and burrowing in until the tip was firmly lodged in my ass. This spiked my arousal as my body was enjoying this attention while my mind protested. By the time we arrived at the courtroom my vagina was throbbing out of control as I felt my pussy lips becoming engorged and peeling open displaying my arousal for all to see as I entered the courtroom.

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I would be appearing in court dressed as a prisoner wearing only an inmate collar with my hands cuffed behind my back. My fate would be determined this morning by some judge. Due to my current condition the judge would only see me as a naked sexually aroused slave and not Daphne Calloway, summa cum laude college graduate, accountant and future CPA. I believed in Claire Kincaid, my attorney, but with each step bringing me closer to the courtroom I felt my confidence waning. I found Claire waiting for me at one counsel table and Calum and Ms. Price were sitting at the other. Could they see how wet my kitty was? Soon I was standing next to Claire blushing in embarrassment, spying my father in the audience as the deputy removed my gag. My father was accompanied by Rhonda, my step-mother, and Glen Bedford, a good friend who was also Calum’s father.

Claire leaned over whispering in my ear, “Don’t worry about your slave heat. Remember, I do the talking and you follow instructions without any hesitation. Got it?” I nodded my understanding while blushing even more.

The bailiff brought the courtroom to order announcing, “All rise, Department 12 of the Dallas County Court, state of Texas, is in session, the Honorable Judge Vivian Kensington presiding, you may be seated.” Claire and I remained standing while everyone else took their seats.

Holy shit, my judge was a woman. Judge Kensington was a tall lady with shorter graying hair in her late forties. I would also characterize her as a big strong woman that could have played basketball or volleyball in college. She carried herself with an air of authority of a person accustomed to being obeyed. She leered down at me like a bull dyke, causing my pussy to throb. Could I even become any more stimulated? It felt like she was undressing me with her eyes even though I wasn’t wearing any clothes, and her eyes kept my pussy a soggy mess. I squeezed my thighs together smearing my arousal on them trying not to drip in court. Now that would be embarrassing.

The judge called my case and the attorneys made their appearances. Court was going pretty much as Claire predicted while she outlined the terms of the civil compromise for the judge. The worst part for me was when she described my sexual exploits from the day before that justified the high four-year reserve price. I took a quick peek over at Daddy and he just looked upset and utterly defeated. Thankfully Glen Bedford was there with him, keeping him under control. That’s what friends are for after all. The judge was commenting that everything appeared in order when representatives from the DA’s office arrived to oppose the civil compromise.

“Your honor, Warner Huntington, for the people. I am accompanied by an intern.”

Cringing, I heard a familiar voice. “Elle Woods, certified legal intern under the supervision of Mr. Huntington.”

That was when things started going downhill fast. Elle Woods was my predecessor as president of my sorority, graduating a year ahead of me. She bore an uncanny resemblance to the actress Reese Witherspoon, dressing perfectly while displaying all of her assets like the tramp that she was. We were frenemies in the house, especially when I beat her handpicked successor for president. She could be a mean, spiteful girl when provoked. When one of my pledge sisters who offended Elle was enslaved for a family debt, Elle and a few of her friends went to see her sale, taunting her while she was on display prior to the auction. My current situation was one that Elle was going to enjoy. Elle had an air of arrogance sneering at me as she continued to address the court.

“These attorneys are perpetuating a fraud upon the court in their moving papers. There is no way…”

The judge cut her off. “Stop right there. Mr. Huntington, are the People contending that the factual description for the alleged crimes understates or misleads this court?”

“No your honor. We do not have all of the police reports yet. From my understanding of what took place it is an accurate statement. Just to be clear, I am asking the court to not rule until my office has completed its investigation. The issue Ms. Woods raised concerns the facts supporting the pleasure slut designation that was used to justify the reserve price and the proposed term of indenture. Those are in dispute.”

“What is the basis for challenging the facts alleged in the motion?”

Elle could not contain herself any longer. “I know Daphne Calloway from my sorority in college, she is a frigid prude. There is no way she performed any of the sex acts described in the motion, let alone climaxed during them. I mean, everyone in the sorority knows this about her.”

The clearly irritated Judge Kensington glared down at Elle with a predatory look on her face while initiating an impromptu evidentiary hearing. My jailor confirmed that I climaxed when he came in my mouth swallowing most of his cum. He also confirmed my orgasms while strung up in the interview room and while Calum ass fucked me describing in great detail what he observed to the snickers of the courtroom audience. Next the judge had him remove my handcuffs and put me in the present position facing her, after which she ordered me to slowly turn around in a circle. This gave her a good look at my physical assets before commenting.

“By the look of her it is clear that she has all of the natural attributes necessary for a dressage ponygirl. Including her clearly wet slave cunt. Ms. Woods, do you know the difference between natural vaginal lubrication and an artificial lubricant? I mean how it feels, smells and tastes? Can you tell when a woman appears sexually aroused?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Good, I want you to penetrate Ms. Calloway’s vagina with two or more fingers to stimulate her and tell me if she is sexually aroused. You can use your free hand to massage her breasts or thighs as part of this test.”

Elle had a confused look on her face. “Your honor, you want me to do what?”

Judge Kensington rolled her eyes with an exasperated look. “How should I put it, I want you to finger bang, finger fuck, do some two-finger beaver boxing or snatch mining on Ms. Calloway to check her slave heat. With your other hand play with her tits. Do you understand what I want to see?”

Elle blushed a nice color of pink. “Yes, your honor.”

“Good. Say about sixty seconds, the bailiff will time you and I want quiet in this courtroom so that I can properly monitor this test.”

What the fuck! Why is the judge doing this in an open courtroom? Especially having Elle do this to me in front of my father? This cannot be happening. Looking towards my father I saw him exiting the courtroom leaving behind Mr. Bedford and Rhonda to observe. Elle hesitated, then getting a determined look on her cute face she walked up to me. Standing in front of me, slipping one and then a second finger into my wet pussy she began finger banging my needy pussy while massaging my breasts. Soon the only sounds in the courtroom were my moans and the squelching sound her fingers made in my wet vagina. Damn it felt good, I was moaning in delight letting myself go and humping back on her fingers trying to get off. Chasing the orgasm, I now needed to be a good slave girl. Oh god, I’ve become a total slut.

“Time,” announced the bailiff and Elle pulled her fingers out of my pussy while I groaned in disappointment. I have become such a slut now.

“Is she sexually aroused?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Did you detect any artificial lubricants?”

“No, your honor.”

“Smell your fingers and tell me the source of the aroma.”

Blushing Elle brought two fingers glistening with my juices to her nose and inhaled. “I smell natural vaginal fluids, you honor. No artificial lubricants.”

“Lick the juices off your fingers and tell me what you taste.”

Elle hesitated, her face flushed in embarrassment, and then stuck both fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. Regaining her composure, Elle responded with an air of confidence like she knew what she was talking about.

“Pussy juice.”

Judge Kensington smirked, “Silly me, I forgot to lay the foundation for your personal knowledge concerning the scent and flavor of natural vaginal fluids. I could ask all parties for a stipulation as to your qualifications but this will be more educational.”

Elle froze like a deer in the headlights, looking up at the judge in horror as it dawned upon her what was coming. The judge paused, looking down at her like a wolf about to slaughter a baby lamb while murmurs and soft laughter emanated from the audience. Not being a law student I was not sure what was coming, but if it was what I thought this was not going to be fun for Elle. Looking around, most people in the courtroom seemed amused. Claire and Mrs. Price were grinning while Warner Huntington had a concerned look on his face at the current turn of events.

“How shall I put this? Miss Woods, how many different times have you tasted directly from the source?

Blushing Elle tried to deflect the question. Hoping to avoid making a detailed answer, not realizing that the more she struggled, the more she became ensnared in the spider’s web. “Are you asking for the number of times with the same woman? Can you please clarify your question?”

“I understand that women have more stamina than men and that you likely serviced some women more than once, or more than once in a day. How many different women have you tasted?”

“A lot, your honor.”

“For some women ‘a lot” could be five while for others it would be over fifty. Which is it for you, Miss Woods?”

“Over fifty, your honor.”

“Over one hundred?”

“I’m not sure, could be,” stuttered Elle, blushing a nice pinkish red. I was really enjoying watching her public humiliation. She was such a slut. Nobody deserves this more than her.

“So well over fifty and your tongue could have intimate knowledge of well over one hundred different women’s vaginas getting a good taste of each one?

“Yes, your honor,” replied a visibly defeated Elle.

“Some women taste better than others?”

“Yes, your honor.”

How does Miss Calloway taste?”

“Quite good, better than most.”

“I find that Miss Elle Woods not only has the foundational knowledge for a lay witness, but that she would also qualify as an expert witness concerning the identification of vaginal fluids based on her rather large sample size. Now we will conduct the Nip to Drip test to see if Ms. Calloway has a drippy pleasure slut snatch. Ms. Calloway, get on the counsel table assuming the slave kneel position facing me. Ms. Woods you will manipulate Ms. Calloway’s breasts using your fingers and mouth in a manner designed to ignite her slave heat. Ms. Kincaid, please put a piece of paper under your client to catch her drips. You may talk her through this. I think five minutes should do it. I want quiet in the courtroom when the test starts.”

The bailiff helped me up onto the counsel table facing the judge with my knees spread wide apart on the edge of the table. There was laughter and comments from the audience while I was put in place. Anything from “nice ass,” “wish I could afford her,” “stupid slut,” “definitely a pleasure slut,” and numerous derogatory comments regarding Elle. Many hoped she would end up naked in a collar like me. A piece of paper was torn from a notepad and unceremoniously placed on the table between my thighs under my sopping wet kitty. After dripping yesterday, I knew it was not a matter of whether I would drip, but when, as I became resigned to my fate. The courtroom quieted as Elle approached me.

Taking a deep breath Elle began to massage my breasts and it felt good. It felt even better when she began working over my nipples as I started panting as I felt the moisture gathering in my vagina. It felt divine when Elle took my left nipple in her mouth and started working it over with her tongue. For a woman the mental aspect of sex coupled with the sounds and smells is often more important to her arousal then physical contact. Being publicly manipulated by my frenemy made the situation all the more embarrassing for me while also spiking my arousal. Claire ignited my slave heat by whispering in my ear about what she wanted to do with me as her sex slave. Elle was moving her mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other while Claire described how she was going to fuck me with her big vibrating strapon and that was it. Blushing, I dripped on the paper making a soft splat sound and the test was over.

Elle, lost in a haze and not noticing my drips, kept working over my breasts. Judge Kensington told Claire to reward the slave. I felt her hand moving between my thighs from behind as her thumb entered my pussy quickly finding my G spot and her fingers massaging my nubbin pushing me into my climax. It was a good one. I shuddered in bliss, moaning loudly as I squirted on the paper below me. Actually it felt almost like I peed a little. Regardless it felt good, I wanted to give the nice judge a big hug in thanks. I was truly becoming a horny slut. Part of me actually enjoyed putting on that show. Claire removed her fingers and gently pushed Elle away from my now sensitive nipples.

Elle’s face had a flushed look on it, she was squeezing her thighs together and her nipples were prominently protruding through her top. Rumor had it in the sorority that she had unusually long nipples when aroused, at least an inch long and thick like a gumdrop. They were often on display in the house poking through her tops. As a pledge she was often hazed for her condition with the sisters pointing out her boobie boners, nippili erecti, nippleitis, nipple-ons, missile launchers, titty-bullets or titty hard-ons to name a few. If she were a ponygirl her name would be Gumdrop. My personal favorite was nipplewoods. After fingering my pussy, licking my juices off her fingers, and playing with my breasts I was not sure who was more aroused now, Elle or me. The ever perceptive judge noticed.

“Miss. Woods, are you sexually aroused? Your rather large nipples are protruding through your blouse.”

Good old nipplewoods stammered, “No, your honor.” While shaking her head still squeezing her thighs together once more. She had it bad right now.

Judge Kensington refused to let it go. “I do not like being lied to. You can prove it by removing your panties. No, Ms. Calloway will remove them for you. Now.” The judge looked at me and gestured for me to proceed.

This was only getting weirder as I hopped off the table and kneeled in front of Elle. Oh, I could smell her arousal. This was going to be fun! Even though I was naked wearing only an inmate collar in a courtroom I still retained some of the bitchiness that made me famous in my sorority. Reaching under Elle’s tight skirt I ran my hands up her legs with my thumbs on the insides of her thighs. When I hit bare skin I discovered she was wearing thigh high stockings giving me easy access to her panties. A nice girl would have run her hands on the outside of Elle’s thighs and gently pulled down her panties. Instead Elle was stuck with a naughty pleasure slut with a mischievous streak. With my left hand I reached around grasping her panties from behind. With my right hand I found pay dirt, a sopping wet crotch. I promptly gave her a pussy wedgie, driving the crotch of her panties as far into her sopping wet cunt as I could with my thumb causing her to either gasp or moan. I really couldn’t tell which, nor did I care. Then I grabbed the top of her panties in front and pulled them down her legs and over her ankles as she stepped out of them.

In my hands was a pair of light pink boyshort undies with a luscious lace trim and a flower detail on the front. The problem with light colored panties like this is that when you leak it leaves a very visible dark stain. Elle’s panties had a large wet spot in the crotch. Grinning, I stood up, handing Elle her wet panties and returned where Claire was standing.

“Miss Woods, approach the bench and hand me your panties.”

Blushing Elle approached the judge in her pink open toed four-inch stiletto heels that matched her blouse to a T. In the sorority we nicknamed that style CFMs or cum fuck me heels. Judge Kensington held out her gavel making Elle drape her panties on the mallet. Smelling the panties with a knowing look the judge gave Elle another hard look. I swear I saw the same predatory gleam to her eyes as when she first looked at me. Holding up Elle’s panties with the large wet stain in the crotch with both hands for all to see, the judge shook her head in disappointment.

“It is not nice to lie to a judge, Miss Woods. I expect candor from all attorneys appearing before me. You will report to my chambers at 4:30 pm for judicial discipline and mentoring concerning your dishonesty and the frivolous and unfounded claims against these fine attorneys that they were conspiring to commit a fraud upon this court. I look forward to expanding your legal education concerning proper courtroom decorum which is absolutely essential to the administration of justice. You have much to learn young lady. I’ll hang onto these for the time being,” as she dropped Elle’s panties on her desk.

“Yes, mistress…I mean your honor,” replied Elle. Blushing a nice shade of pinkish red. I swear old nipplewoods was squeezing her thighs together once more as she learned her fate. Weirdly, a part of me was jealous of my frenemy’s soon to be destiny.

“Now Miss Woods, I asked you that question because I need a volunteer for the final part of the evidentiary hearing and I thought you would be perfect for the job. What do you say?”

Elle, clearly trying to get back in the judge’s good graces and not sensing the trap, replied, “I’ll do it.”

“Good, Mrs. Price and Ms. Kincaid, please take Miss Calloway and Miss Woods into one of the attorney rooms. Miss Woods has kindly volunteered to be the test subject. Strip her naked and have Miss Calloway demonstrate her oral skills to everyone’s satisfaction. I will recall this case for my ruling when you are done. Next case.”

Elle died a little more right then, that stupid bitch. I was really going to enjoy this now that I was a pleasure slut without shame. The bailiff escorted us into the attorney room that was attached to the back of the courtroom. Once the door shut behind us a thoroughly defeated Elle just stripped off her skirt, blouse and the really cute bra that matched her pink panties. Holy shit, her erect nipples really were almost an inch long AND they were pierced with barbell studs that matched her navel and clitoral hood piercings. Nipplewoods really was a slut. She was left standing in her thigh high stockings and her pink CFM heels. Then it got interesting. Mrs. Price pulled out some handcuffs and soon Nipplewoods was sitting in a chair with her hands cuffed behind her back and her legs spread open. I could hear the court in session in the background through the door.

Mrs. Price sneered at Elle, “This slave is going to eat your pussy until you have a screaming orgasm that the judge can hear on the bench. Got it?”

“No, please don’t do that to me,” pleaded Elle, with a panicked look on her face. Somehow Elle’s nipples grew another quarter inch giving herself away.

Claire snickered, “We have all day honey.”

Elle had a really nice looking and clearly aroused pussy she kept shaved with a tuft of blonde hair on top. Without waiting for instructions I grabbed her by the thighs, pulled her butt to the edge of the chair and dove in. She tasted musky and a little tart, not bad while not nearly as nice as Claire. Wanting to get this over with I jammed my tongue as far into her hole as I could and started exploring the depths of her essence.

“Look at these big ol’ nipples. They’re huge, like big gumdrops. I wonder how sensitive they are?” exclaimed Mrs. Price.

“Let’s find out,” replied Claire.

I looked up from between Elle’s thighs seeing that she had a really nice set of perky breasts that I had not really noticed due to my fascination with those wondrous nipples. Claire was gently massaging her right nipple while Mrs. Price drooled on the left one and then began lightly rubbing her finger on it. My nipples tingled just looking at all the attention she was getting. Elle was going nuts wiggling in the chair as I held her in place.

Clair giggled, “I hear Judge Kensington likes to strip down the interns during their mentoring sessions and amuse herself with their bodies. I bet she has a field day with these nipples.”

Mrs. Price chortled, “I talked to one girl who described her experience in great detail. The judge does like to use nipple clamps on her charges.”

“I heard that’s just one of her many kinks. Oh, I think she’s just about there,” laughed Claire.

I could feel the twitching of Elle’s legs and hear the ever shorter and more broken hissing of her breath that the tipping point had arrived. After one last, long, exquisitely slow swipe of my tongue I planted my mouth squarely over Elle’s clitoris and attacked it with long hard swirls interspersed with flurries of tiny precise rapid licks. Letting out a low moan she bucked her hips as I continued my attack on her panic button until she exploded into a frenzy, twerking about in the chair. I gave her some gentle kisses and then lapped up her juices to bring her down.

“Again, until she screams,” commanded Claire.

Once again I latched onto her nubbin with my mouth attacking her clitoris with a flurry of hard, fast licks while I pushed two fingers from my right hand into her well lubricated pussy. Curling them upward towards her belly, finding her G spot I quickly honed in on it, vigorously massaging that erogenous zone as she started trying to pull away. With my left arm I held her in place not allowing her to pull away as I tried this approach, trying to make her scream in orgasmic bliss with a strong frontal assault.

“Anyway, this intern told me that the judge uses a variety of items during these mentoring sessions including wrist and ankle cuffs, a spreader bar, blindfolds, a riding crop, vibrators, a collar and of course her rather large Purple Pussy Pounder vibrating strapon,” continued Mrs. Price.

“She named her strapon?” laughed Claire. “Although knowing her that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Rumor has it that she really knows how to use her magic wand, working over a girl with it,” chuckled Mrs. Price.

My efforts launched Elle into her second climax as she groaned, flooding my face with her juices. She shook and twitched, pussy clamping down on my fingers, muscles in her legs spasming and sending her feet kicking in the air behind me while I held her in place. I was actually beginning to enjoy the flavor of her juices as I began the pointless task of gently licking her inner thighs clean while she came down from her peak. Her pussy released its grip on my fingers and I pulled them out. I wondered if the description of Judge Kensington’s intentions for Elle heightened her arousal as they did mine as I squeezed my thighs together.

“Again,” commanded Claire.

The scent of Elle filled the air in the small room. Once again I pushed my fingers into Elle’s kitty pumping and twisting them in and out of her. The skin of Elle’s bare lips was slick with her juices and the inner pink petals of her labia dragged out whenever my fingers slid away as if trying to hold onto me and pull them back inside. The small wet rhythmic sounds permeated the room. I sensed pre-orgasmic pangs sending a writhing hunger up through Elle’s core into the pit of her stomach as I worked over her pussy.

“She goes around the world on them with her Purple Pussy Pounder,” chuckled Mrs. Price. Around the world, what’s that I wondered, not familiar with that phrase?

“She plunders their back doors with it?” asked Claire.

“Oh yes, and the judge makes it enjoyable using a finger vibe to massage the girl’s clit until she cums while the vibrating strapon is pumping away in her ass. Most girls become regulars, seeking follow up mentoring sessions,” giggled Mrs. Price.

Oh, I get it now. Around the world, mouth, pussy and ass. Giving me an idea for something new in my quest to make Elle scream. I lowered my mouth to her rosebud covered with the juices that had leaked out of her pussy and began to polish it with my tongue sending a shiver up her spine as I sought her scream. She moaned in desire as I continued to aggressively finger fuck her, adding a third finger and then a fourth as she groaned in pleasure while humping back on my fingers like the little slut that she was. Using my left hand, I started massaging her clitoris almost immediately, setting her off into another thrashing climax that only generated groans, not the screams that I needed.

“Again, let’s get a little more aggressive with her nips. Give them some good squeezes and twists,” suggested Claire.

“Good idea, she has been really responsive so far. They are so big and sensitive.”

Looking up I saw the mauling Elle’s nipples were receiving as Claire and Mrs. Price twisted and squeezed them. Elle’s groans became louder as they manipulated her titties. I decided to change tactics once again in my quest to make Elle scream loud enough for Judge Kensington to hear her cries. This time I collected Elle’s juices on my left thumb and shoved it up her ass followed by two fingers in her snatch while my tongue lingered around her clitoris. I edged her for what seemed a long time for me and must have been an eternity for her. My fingers never really hit her G spot just right and my tongue lingered around her nubbin without making direct contact.

Look how sensitive they are,” giggled Mrs. Price.

“This is fun, mauling these gumdrops,” snickered Claire.

“Is it me, or do these things just seem to get bigger the harder you squeeze them?” laughed Mrs. Price, laughing in delight.

“You’re right. I didn’t think her nipples could get any bigger, but they did,” chuckled Claire.

Elle’s body trembled in frustration as my ministrations pushed her to the precipice of her climax without letting her have what she needed so badly. Elle’s gasps were so frequent now they were a flutter in her throat and she was vocalizing little moans whenever she could still draw enough breath to do so. Within a couple of minutes, she was trying to form the beginnings of words but couldn’t manage a complete syllable as her body twitched. I had her on the edge now. Simultaneously my fingers found her G spot, massaging it perfectly as my tongue honed in on her skittle while my thumb made circular motions in her ass and that was all it took to push her over the edge into a frenzy as her body thrashed about. Despite all of her hopeless attempts to keep control Elle cried out deeply and loudly as her orgasm overtook her as the sounds from the courtroom ceased and then turned to laughter. “I’m pretty sure Judge Kensington heard that one from the bench,” I thought to myself as I pulled away from her with a happy smile on my moist face.

We went back into the courtroom and Judge Kensington recalled the case. Elle Woods was always impeccably dressed and put together. That was no longer the case now after four earth shattering orgasms. Her hair was a sweaty mess, the buttons on her blouse were off by one and it was not tucked in in the back. Her prominent nipples protruded through her blouse, clearly visible to all. It did not help that Mrs. Price kept her bra as a trophy. The thigh high stocking on her left leg had fallen down to her knee and she wobbled in her four inch CFMs as she stood in court struggling to maintain her composure with a dazed look on her face while many in the audience snickered.

The judge chuckled, “Based on Miss Woods’ scream I am finding in favor of Miss Calloway. Turning serious the judge continued, “I have signed the order approving the civil compromise and order it filed today and a certified copy to all parties. The slave formerly known as Daphne Calloway, Slave Identification Number US-CJB81-P4L2, will be transported to the Big D Slave Market forthwith for processing and then transported to the Lone Oak Equestrian Center for training. When the training is complete she will be sold at auction with the proceeds going to Amford Holdings for disbursement. If there is nothing else, we are done with this case.”

Judge Kensington paused before continuing with a stern look directed at poor Elle. “Miss Woods, you are not allowed to leave the courtroom. I received a motion while you were otherwise occupied alleging that you committed prosecutorial misconduct while working on the Jonas Arias case assisting DDA Hamilton that resulted in a wrongful conviction. A non-opposition was filed agreeing with the moving papers. The DA computer logs indicate you deleted exculpatory evidence consisting of a video tape that would have completely exonerated Mr. Arias. The Attorney General is currently conducting a criminal investigation. Mr. Hamilton is here for the people and Mr. Hayes for Mr. Arias. Miss Woods, do you have an attorney to represent you?”

Wow, I didn’t see that coming and neither did Elle since she didn’t have an attorney. This is where Mrs. Price really impressed me along with Claire. The judge allowed Elle to retain Mrs. Price and then all the attorneys joined the judge in chambers. Mrs. Price asked Claire to join her so I was left in the courtroom where I was secured on a slave mat with my hands cuffed behind my back, a leash attached to my collar and secured to the ground. My current seat afforded me a ringside seat for what followed in slave court. The attorneys returned and Mrs. Price and Claire took Elle into the attorney room where they remained for about an hour. Meanwhile I watched free person after free person enter the courtroom with most leaving naked wearing a collar through another door. It was all very depressing.

When Elle returned she accepted a civil compromise that was almost identical to mine. Then it got worse for her as she was stripped of her clothes in the courtroom; Mrs. Price helped her through it. I was really beginning to feel sorry for Elle. I mean we had been rivals but I never wanted this to happen to her. Once her clothes were removed the audience got their chuckles as she removed each of her piercings, handing them to Mrs. Price who put each piece in a small manila envelope. There was only one complication when the barbell on Elle’s left nipple became stuck and the bailiff needed pliers to twist it off. Then nipplewoods kneeled, was collared and handcuffed and led out of the courtroom with her high beams on further demonstrating the attributes of the pleasure slut she was becoming.

For my part the whole courtroom experience had been one humiliation followed by another made worse by Elle until finally it was over. With Elle gone Claire pulled me into a conference room for a quick pep talk. For starters Elle would also be at Lone Oak for training. Claire wanted the two of us to bury the hatchet now that we were sister slaves. We needed to learn to support each other. Claire covered in greater detail some of the options that might be available to me if I did well at Lone Oak along with some of the potential pitfalls.

Then it was off to the Big D for processing. I had seen how slaves were transported and never really given it any thought as it didn’t affect me. Now it became personal, backed into a cage designed for a medium sized dog while gagged with my hands cuffed behind my back further signifying my changed status in society. I was miserable in the cage, crying as I was moved into the back of a van for transportation.

The Big D was a different experience this time when I knew I wasn’t leaving as a free woman. It just changed your perspective knowing you were leaving as a slave. Everything seemed more real, not a game like when I was slave graded with my sorority sisters. We treated that event as one big party, returning to the house for extended toy play to release our pent up excitement. One thing that hadn’t changed was the effect this place had on my libido. There was just something about this slave market that spiked a girl’s arousal and I was no different. My pussy was leaking like a sieve by the time I crawled out of the cage for in processing. Since I wasn’t being sold I was moved straight to medical for my physical, urine and blood workup and birth control implant after getting the Big D collar around my neck accompanied by the standard warnings.

So there I was strapped down on the exam chair, legs secured in the stirrups, arms cuffed above my head. While the cute male veterinarian was prying open my very moist vagina with a speculum to examine my cervix, Claire sauntered in like she owned the place. She was still wearing her skirt suit from court, with a VIP guest pass hanging around her neck and a pair of cowboy boots that she had traded in her three inch heels for. Damn, she pulled off the cowboy boots and skirt combo well. Claire winked at me and looked over the vet’s shoulder feigning interest as he shined a light into my vagina. The vet finished and gave me a clean bill of health and we were off to my next stop. I was hoping it was shipping while dreading the alternative as Claire led me by my leash, gagged with my hands cuffed behind my back with a handler trailing along.

“Daph, you really do have a pretty kitty, never really had a good look until you were spread out in that exam chair. Gonna make it purr real nice when we visit Merle for your badging.”

When I was a girl, Daddy and I took Angus, our black lab, to the vet to get neutered. He was all happy, tail wagging, head sticking out the window on the ride over to the vet. Angus bounded out of the car in the parking lot on his leash ready for a new adventure and took about five steps before he realized where he was. Then it was full stop pulling on the leash trying desperately to get back into the car. We were walking down a hallway in the maze that was the Big D and my brain heard badging, the nickname for branding and I went full stop just like poor Angus. I pulled on the leash while letting out a whine through the gag, shaking my head no as I started to cry. Claire turned around holding me in place with one hand on the leash. That girl sure was strong.

“Yes, you are getting branded and it is going to hurt like hell. There is a right way and a wrong way to get branded. Trust me on this. I know, I have four and Merle did three of mine.”

I had seen girls branded! Maribelle convinced me it was a good idea that all incoming pledges get the Big D badge. I went along with it, I mean, it wasn’t ME getting my ass fried. Now it was my turn and I had so hoped to avoid this, especially when it was not mentioned at all yesterday. Claire just stood there staring at me with those blue eyes that captivated my soul. It was like she was hypnotizing me with her will as she cupped my face with her other hand.

“Merle may be a total redneck but he is a master at badging a girl. There is something about being strapped down in the branding bench that just makes me want to suck the blacksmith’s cock. And I am pretty much a lesbian. I volunteered to slave tip him after the first time and asked for him by name for the other two, slave tipping him each time.”

Claire volunteered to give a guy a blow job! This couldn’t be Claire, the six-foot-tall strong Amazon lesbian who always seemed to look down at men with disdain. In another life she would have been a Valkyrie. For her a man was something she stepped on, squashed, that got scraped off the sole of her shoe, like a cockroach, bubble gum or dog shit. There I was looking at her in shocked disbelief. I mean, I was so stunned I even stopped crying.

Claire confidently stared at me. “You are going to walk into that blacksmith shop, lay yourself down on a branding bench, offer Merle a slave tip and give him the best blow job ever if he accepts. We will take care of you in there. You will make me proud in front of my friend, his colleagues and every other slave girl getting badged. You understand what’s expected of you in there?”

I looked at her with big doe eyes and just nodded my head in utter disbelief. Claire pulled me towards her and leaned down, kissing me on the forehead and again making everything all right. Somehow absorbing my doubts and infusing me with resilience with a single kiss. The skin on my forehead where her lips touched me hummed with an electrical charge. What kind of strange hold did this woman have over me? I nodded my head when she pulled me on the leash and we were off. Before I knew it she led me into the blacksmith’s shop where I was confronted with hot air and the stench of burning flesh and urine. My forehead still tingled with the energy from Claire’s kiss. Surprising myself I marched right up to the first vacant branding bench and lay upon it like I owned the place. Before I knew it I was securely strapped down with my ass up in the air. Although I froze in terror when the girl next to me screamed through her bite gag as the Big D badge was burned into her ass I did not lose my resolve.

A thundering voice yelled across the shop, “Claire Kincaid! I’ll be damned. You’re the last person I expected to see in here today.”

The source of the voice was Merle Atkins, a big man in his forties, about 6’5″ with a dad body, a few days’ growth on his chin and a big dip under his lip. He wore wranglers with a Copenhagen circle worn into the back pocket, cowboy boots, a sweaty Big D t-shirt and a John Deer cap propped on his head. Merle strode over picking up Claire in a big bear hug before putting her down. Then he spits a disgusting glob of tobacco juice on the ground right in front of me. Aunt Claire was on a first name basis with a blacksmith at the Big D slave market. Never saw that one coming.

“What brings you into my shop with this nice piece of slave tail with the drippy slave snatch?”

“This is my niece, Daphne, and she is here to get the Big D badge burned between the cheeks on the left side. This morning she became a slave as part of a civil judgment. She has something to ask you.”

Claire removed my gag and I looked up at Merle. I shuddered as another girl shrieked through her gag as a blacksmith left their mark. Soon that would be me. I wasn’t sure I could speak coherently.

“Mr. Adkins…um…can I…um…slave tip you sir…ah…before you…brand me, please?”

Merle grinned down at me adjusting the branding bench to get my head up to the right height. Since I really couldn’t move my head or use my hands I figured I would have to use a lot of tongue while getting face fucked. The thought of getting face-fucked right now, strapped to a branding bench at the Big D, was weirdly appealing as my pussy throbbed in anticipation as my arousal spiked. Even with my kinky thoughts I was really concerned that Merle’s cock would be more than I could handle. I mean he was a big guy but when he pulled it out it was normal size and I had no problem accommodating him. Soon he was pumping away in my mouth as I massaged his shaft with my tongue trying my best to get him off.

Claire was on to something as the power dynamics affected me. This was one of my more enthusiastic blow jobs with the atmosphere spiking my slave heat with my drippy slave snatch. That is what Merle called it after all. Claire started harvesting my fluids, capturing them on her fingers and moistening my rosebud. Then she lightly rubbed my wet starburst, sensuously massaging my sphincter on the outside sending jolts to my clit and nipples. I actually tried pushing back on her thumb seeking penetration all to no avail as I moaned happily on the cock in my mouth.

All the while Merle and Claire were taking a trip down memory lane for my benefit like when he made her hump the branding iron handle before getting her first badge. That climax was momentous for Claire, convincing her that it made the whole process better. So much so that she hunted him down afterwards, slave tipping him with a blow job in the parking lot. After that she called ahead for each subsequent brand to make sure Merle was available. Then there was the Olympic circles badging where Claire brought in the girls from the bronze medal ponygirl team. Merle was still impressed with those women even today. Most Olympic athletes get the circles tattooed, but not these girls. Real ponygirls get brands, not tattoos. Then he invited Claire to speak at one of his slave psychology classes at SMU over the summer. Yes, Merle the redneck was a professor of psychology at SMU who put himself through school working as a blacksmith at the Big D. Didn’t see that one coming either. Currently he was an advisor at the Big D who moonlighted in the smithy, loving his work. Then his hips started giving him away as his thrusts became more urgent and he unloaded in my mouth. Claire told me to swallow and I did, not missing a drop this time as I worked to perfect a new skill.

Merle put his junk away while Claire positioned a worn bite gag in my mouth, securing both it and the fresh taste of semen in place. Grabbing a branding iron out of the coals Merle squatted down in front of me so that we were at eye level with each other. He held the iron with the branding head between us. I could feel the heat emanating from the bright orange head bearing the Big D logo on my face. Merle blew on the glowing head causing the coloration to fluctuate. I was captivated, marveling at the beauty of the hot iron. It almost seemed alive. Merle sensed my awe.

“Look at the magnificence of the hot branding head, the different shades of hot orange as I blow on it, it is alive. Badging a girl is an art form. It is not just pushing down and counting to ten. Creating the perfect brand is a combination of the right heat, dwell time holding the iron in place, rocking the head to ensure uniformity and the force used to push the iron into the flesh. The question is do you want the perfect brand?”

I nodded my head with glazed eyes hypnotized by the glowing iron before me. Merle grinned and spat on the branding head causing it to sizzle as my eyes bulged open bringing me out of my trance. What was I getting myself into? My nipples were as hard as diamonds and me pussy throbbing in need strapped down helplessly on this bench engulfed in the heat, sounds and smells of the smithy. My inner slut had definitely broken free as my pussy drooled.

“Most slave girls fear the brand, fight it, and fail to respect it. Badging finalizes their fall into slavery driving home the inevitability of their new lives and thus leading to acceptance. You respected the badge when you came into my shop having already recognized the finality of your enslavement. I can see it in your eyes now, respect and more importantly lust. Your Aunt Claire embraced her badging, respecting the art of a hot iron stamp, making love to the branding iron. It is a truly transformative experience. Most slave girls remember the intensity of their first slavegasm rolling in the sand on the auction block and the pain of badging. Only a small few get to make love to the branding iron, experiencing the inferno-like passion of climaxing during the badging process. Every detail gets permanently etched in their memory. They are the lucky ones.”

With that Merle stood up, moving into position behind me loosening the strap around my waist giving me some freedom of movement. I could still feel the warmth from the heated iron behind me. He had a real way with the branding iron handle rubbing, massaging my labia with the smooth wooden handle working his way to my clitty. It was like he knew my body better than I did as I moaned in pleasure. In no time at all he had me panting in need as I felt a massive orgasm starting to build up from deep within me.

Merle had me on the edge rubbing my distended nubbin with the handle. He pulled it away and rammed it home followed by quick, deep strokes in my birth canal. I was humping back for all I was worth like the needy little slut I had become. Somehow each stroke caught me just right and I was getting close to a very explosive climax. There was something oddly erotic about humping the handle of the branding iron that was about to burn a badge into your ass while enveloped in the smells and sounds of the smithy. Yesterday I had learned to associate pain with sexual pleasure to the point I sought the pain to enhance my pleasure. The excruciating cry of another girl in pain triggered a response in my subconscious initiating my explosion and I blew a gasket all over the handle drenching it with my fluids as I rode out a most exquisite climax.

The handle was gently pulled out as I gasped in disappointment through the bite gag, not wanting it to end, needing more, so ready for more, much more. I wanted another. For some strange reason I was reminded of that scene from Oliver Twist where he asks, “Please, sir, I want some more.” My plea was granted. Claire’s fingers quickly replaced the handle, I recognized her touch, sending a jolt of excitement through me. Merle strode over to the forge pushing the head of the branding iron deep into the glowing coals. It was the only one with pussy juice glistening on the handle. My juices started steaming in the heat of the forge.

“The iron will be the right temperature when the handle has dried,” grinned Merle as he proceeded to tighten the strap around my waist followed by rubbing an oddly cold antiseptic wipe on the inside of my left buttock.

Dazed, I stared at the steaming branding iron, watching the head heat up as I remained in a strange sexual fog as Claire fingered my pussy.

“Hold it. You will cum when he pulls the branding iron from the coals. When you can see the white hot iron come to life as it is pulled from the flames.”

Merle gently ran his fingers through my hair, “Embrace the pain and let it ignite your new life as a slave, rise like a phoenix from the ashes embracing your slavery.”

I moaned in frustration trying not to cum. Claire’s fingers were doing a magic dance in my pussy finding my G spot and rubbing distended clitoris. I tried humping her fingers but could no longer move. Another blacksmith pulled a branding iron from the flames and strode away. I could not see where he went but then another girl cried out in pain almost pushing me over the precipit into another frenzy as I watched the steam come off the handle of my branding iron. My branding iron. Mine. I held my climax in, waiting for permission. The agony, the anticipation of the wait was getting to me as Claire diddled my pussy.

Then the steam stopped. The handle was dry and Merle strode over to the forge yanking my branding iron from the flames, wiping pieces of coal off the glowing head. It was alive! It’s beauty dancing before my eyes.

“Now, cum for me now!” And I did, spectacularly, the beauty of the glowing badge captivating me as I gazed upon it. Claire increased the intensity of her ministrations in my pussy with a dual pronged approach massaging my G spot and rubbing my happy button. I exploded! Claire quickly removed her fingers and I felt my cheeks pulled apart and the heat emanating off the branding head as I shuddered in orgasmic bliss.

The searing heat initiated pain screamed through every cell in my body unlike anything I had ever felt before. It felt like the burning head was pressed into my sensitive flesh for days while in reality I knew it was only seconds. I felt the breath knocked out of my lungs and heard a shrill moan escape my lips through the bite stick as I tried to chew through it. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks as I peed into the grate below, as my vision blurred.

I had blacked out! In a haze I sensed a tender throbbing, no, a thrusting sensation, in my pussy. Then I felt a cool ointment being spread on my injury dampening the pain, followed by the application of an aerosol bandage. All the while the gentle throbbing in my pussy intensified. The strap around my waist was loosened, freeing me somewhat. There was a presence in my vagina and it felt good, really good. As I came to I was gently humping back, god it felt good. Claire squatted down in front of me removing my gag, wiping my hair out of my eyes. She smiled at me as I stared into those blue eyes. The presence in my pussy popped out as I moaned in disappointment. I recognized the feel of the branding iron handle rubbing between my labia and on my clit. Furiously I humped the handle, desperate for release.

Claire smirked, “That’s it. Make love to the branding iron. You got this.”

Moaning in delight I humped that handle like there was no tomorrow. God this felt soooo good. Merle pulled it away, plunging it back into my pussy, fucking me with the handle. I fucked it back, hard! Furiously thrusting back into each thrust needing release like a woman possessed, pushing myself into a blissful female nirvana. There I was in the middle of the smithy surrounded by scared slave girls getting badged while my ass throbbed in pain. I screamed in ecstasy as only a pleasure slut can, unfettered by the restraints that constrain a free woman. See me now! A slave! A pleasure slut! I exploded, convulsing all over the handle as Merle slowed the thrusts as he smoothly massaged my throbbing sex while I rode out the rollercoaster of my frenzy until I collapsed on the branding bench gasping for breath. My need sated as Merle gently removed the branding iron from my pussy, putting it back into the forge with my juices glistening from the handle for the next slave girl’s badging.

I stared at the steam coming off the handle of my branding iron while the heat from the forge radiated around it. Merle released the straps holding me in place and helped me to my feet while I tried to get my wits about me. While I regained my bearings he proudly pointed out the framed autographed copy of the Sports Illustrated cover with Claire in full USA team ponygirl tack absent the helmet hanging on the wall. She was standing proudly with the gold medal from the London games hanging around her neck. Right next to it was a picture of the Olympic badge burned into Claire right where a tramp stamp would go. Claire had autographed that one too.

Claire led me out of the smithy where there was a holding cage with a bunch of just branded slave girls with shocked expressions on their tear stained faces. Most of them were coated in sand from the auction block. I figured that was where I was headed until Claire grabbed a bottle of water from the table next to the cage and led me into an interview room, closing the door and leaving the slave handler in the hallway. She gave me some water and I drank greedily not realizing how thirsty I was. Then she pulled out a roll of wintergreen Lifesavers and popped two in my mouth. I swear she thinks of everything as I sucked on their minty freshness.

While I enjoyed the Lifesavers she pulled a pronged chastity belt out of her purse along with some lube. After lubing the prongs, she bent me over to insert them.

“Good job there. You made me really proud. Next is getting you out of here and off to Lone Oak. If you can drape yourself onto a branding bench here, Lone Oak will be a piece of cake. Trust me, you got this.”

Claire stood me up and sealed the chastity belt in place. With a gentle touch she swiped some hair out of my face, capturing me once again with those magnetic blue eyes. I could drown in those eyes a happy girl. Claire leaned down to kiss me. Almost in a trance I rose up on my toes turning my head, my eyes fluttering closed as she pressed her lips to mine. Every nerve in my body sprang to life, my skin humming with joy. Her mouth was soft as she pressed her lips to mine. I squealed in surprise as my lips were frozen in paradise.

Paradise only lasted a moment before she pulled away, leaving me stunned and shaking, feeling a sudden sense of loss. As I stood there on wobbly legs she held me in her strong arms. Leaning my head against her chest I felt loved and cared for like never before. God, I was in heaven, safe in her strong arms never wanting her to let me go.

“We will get through this together. I will check on you at Lone Oak when I can get away.” I was speechless, completely discombobulated in her arms, only able to nod my head in thanks. She kissed me on the forehead one last time making everything all right once again. When she let me go I fell from heaven and into hell when she turned me over to a teenaged slave handler (he had to be at least 18 to work here) named Jed who promptly gagged me and led me away. I had a chance to quickly look over my shoulder back at Claire. There she stood in her skirt suit and cowboy boots, hands on her hips, looking after me. God, she looked hot sending another tingle through my body. Claire blew me a kiss and I stumbled, catching myself focusing on keeping up with the handler as he pulled me around the corner out of sight.

Down the hallway I saw two wranglers pull a naked slave girl that looked like Elle Woods into a room across from a pee grate in the hallway. Jed stopped me at the pee grate allowing me to relieve myself. I snuck a quick look into the room, spying Elle bent over the table facing me. The wranglers were doing rock, paper, scissors for some prize, likely first dibs on her body.

Jed noticed where I was looking and laughed, “Fred and George are legends around here for their double anal bangs during their fifteen minute breaks. They are doing that skank a favor showing her what her new life as a slut will be like. Now squat and pee slave cunt.”

I could hear George and Fred’s colorful dialogue as I lowered myself over the grate. George was a large blonde-haired man with a crew cut and acne scarred face, forty something with a dad body. Fred was the shorter, stocky bald black man in his mid-thirties whose rock crushed George’s scissors meaning he got to go first. I could see Elle grimacing through her gag as Fred lubed her asshole while he talked to her.

“Slut, your ass and my big cock are a match made in slave heaven. I have your wet slave snatch right over the corner of the table so you can grind off on it while I tap your dirtbox. Relax, try to enjoy it and it will go easier for you. Don’t matter to me if you cum or try to gnaw through that gag. You have no choice now as a slave but to take it in your winking wagon wheel,” Fred sneered.

It was a messy experience peeing through a chastity belt that I never want to repeat again all the while watching Elle. Fred grabbed a handful of Elle’s curly blonde hair, pulling her head back while thrusting his hips forward driving his cock into her ass in one forceful thrust. Her eyes bugged out of their sockets as the gag muffled a loud groan. Then she composed herself and started grinding her pussy on the corner of the table. “You go girl,” I thought. Jed believed in the “drip dry” method, leaving me squatting over the grate to dry instead of wiping me down so it looked like I would be here for a while.

Since we had time to kill while I “dried” and the Fred and George show was arousing Jed, my pimply-faced eighteen-year-old removed my gag and ordered, “mouth.” While sucking him off I learned that Jeb had just started his shift after his days off and had a three-day load saved up. Lucky me. This meant he wouldn’t last long, thank God. With his cock in my mouth and my nose in his pubic hair I couldn’t watch the action in the other room but I could hear what was happening as serviced his cock.

George was rooting Fred on, “Pound that slut’s backdoor. Show her whose boss. Looks like she is trying to grind one off, total slut in slave heat.”

“Yeah she is, I can feel it. I love it when they cum while I am banging them in the poop chute.”

Jeb decided to prolong his blowjob by pulling his cock from my mouth and rubbing it all over my face while leaking pre-cum. I looked up and he was watching Fred taking Elle’s ass. I took a quick look at her. Oh shit, that girl was humping the table like there was no tomorrow with a look of intense concentration on her face. Jeb grabbed his cock and slapped me in the face a few times to get my attention before jamming it back into my mouth as Elle looked on. He had a good hold of my hair and started face fucking me again.

“This bitch’s leather cheerio is tight and hot. This butt pirate is going to bury his treasure where the sun doesn’t shine after digging deep into this slut’s dookie hole. Gonna blow,” announced Fred, as he unloaded his baby batter deep in Elle’s colon. I heard her moan in disappointment like a total slut as he held his cock in place while he filled her ass with his seed.

“My turn, get out of the way,” cried an impatient George. I heard a loud grunt from Elle signaling that George had started in on her ass.

“This skanky cunt has the best tail this month. Try grabbing those big ol’ nipples and pulling her back by her teats” laughed Fred.

“Great idea,” replied George, a little out of breath as he pounded away while I heard Elle squeal through her gag. Sounded like George had nipplewoods by her titties really good.

“It looks like the slut is getting off on nipple play. Squeeze them harder. Look at her slave heat go.”

Elle squealed again as Jeb filled my mouth, overflowing it with his slimy gift since he did not allow me to swallow. Jed gave me something to remember him by when he rubbed his last squirt under my nose giving me a jismstache. At least that was the name he had for it. Boys could be so immature.

“The harder I squeeze ’em the harder she humps the table. Total slut. Fuck, she’s cumming and so am I,” groaned George.

I could hear Elle’s excited squeals through her gag as the sound of George’s groin slapping her ass slowed and then came to a stop. Elle always had the reputation for being a kinky bitch and she proved it again just now. Then the little prick Jeb placed the gag back in my mouth, still not allowing me to swallow as a grinning Elle looked on as I blushed in embarrassment. I took a quick look over at Elle one last time and my new sister slave gave me a playful wink in her post orgasmic haze. I returned the wink wondering if we would meet again at the Lone Oak Equestrian Academy.