Part 1

Jenny came to. She awoke slowly, aware of pain nearly everywhere, but especially her head. She looked around; she was clearly in a hospital. But it was off somehow, something was not right. It was hospital clean and had that hospital smell, but the equipment and plugs above the bed did not look right. There was another bed, but it was empty devoid even of sheets or blankets. Also there were no cabinets beside the beds either; where were her clothes? Inspecting herself she found she was dressed in one of those backless gowns. But her breasts felt wrong. What was going on?
Jenny groped around for a call button and was shocked to discover a steel cuff locked to her wrist. A chain snaked from the cuff to the side of the bed where the other cuff was locked to a rail. She was chained to a hospital bed! Why? How had she gotten here? Was she under arrest? She was clearly in some sort of trouble. She tried to recall her last actions while she fought the panic she felt rising inside her. She'd been out shopping and was driving home. There had been a really bright dazzling light. That was it; nothing after that bright light. Had she crashed the car? She could not remember an impact.
"Ahh, you're awake, good." Jenny turned to see a nurse in the doorway. The nurse leant back through the doorway and shouted, presumably to someone some distance away, "We have our first active subject. Send Smith." The nurse then entered the room and with a big smile addressed Jenny, "So how are you feeling? Head a bit sore?"
"Yes, very. How did I get here?"
"Dr Smith will answer all your questions in a minute my dear." She took a device from a pocket, Jenny assumed a thermometer, and held it to her forehead. There was a low hum and suddenly the headache was gone.
"Wow, how did you do that?" Asked Jenny.
"With this,” she said holding up the device. Seeing the look of confusion remain, “Oh you mean how does it work. Not totally certain, I just know how to use it. Essentially I think is scans the brain and determines which parts are registering the pain. Then it calms those bits down." The nurse delivered another smile. "Does the trick though, hey?"
Jenny tried to focus on what was important. ”Do my family know I'm here?"
"Again one for Dr Smith. He'll be here any moment." As if on queue a slender man in a long white coat entered the room. He crossed to the end of the bed and looked at the chart hooked there.
"Jennifer Harrison?" He asked.
“Yes." Jenny noticed the nurse smirked at this. What was so funny?
"Jennifer, I'm sure you have lots of questions. But before I answer those, that I can, I just need to ask a few of my own."
"Why am I cuffed to the bed?"
"In good time. Jenny what is the last thing you remember before waking here this morning?"
"Driving back from the shops, a white light and then I woke here. Did I crash the car?"
"Technically yes, but as far as you're concerned, no. Jennifer who is the president of the United States of America?"
"What? What has that to do with anything?"
"Please answer the question. I’m trying to determine if your brain has sustained an injury and that your memory is working.”
"That narcissistic bigot; Trump. May is prime minister and it's the 2nd of February 2017.”
The doctor seemed satisfied with this and ticked a box on the chart. He appeared to sign it too. He then looked up and with a sorrowful expression and said, "Jennifer I'm afraid that is not the date. It is actually 2437."
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's the 8th of August 2437 about 350 years after the recorded death of Jennifer Harrison."
"What the fuck? I'm not dead… am I?”
"I'm sorry, most are confused at this point. Let me explain. You are actually the sampled consciousness of yourself installed within an artificially cloned body based on your DNA. The real Jennifer did indeed crash her car. She was unharmed bar a brief loss of consciousness caused by the failure of her airbag to deploy resulting in a bump to the head. We selected that moment to sample you as we could take a DNA sample, and record your mind, without the original ever being aware. We have been able to sample, and back up, a mind for the last 70 years. But while we cannot send living matter backwards or forwards through time we can send machines. A probe was sent back to sample you. A new body was grown from that sample and your consciousness, from that moment, was uploaded. The effect, as far as you are concerned, is a jump forward in time of 420 years." A look of horror crept over Jennifer's face.
“I think I’m going to be sick; that means everyone I ever knew is dead."
"Yes. I'm sorry."
Jenny burst into huge sobbing tears. "I've lost my entire family... Every one!"
"If it is any consolation they did not lose you. Your family and the real you carried on as normal. The real you lived a long and happy life."
"This is monstrous!"
"From your viewpoint, yes"
"Why have you done this to me?"
"Because of your stories."
"What! I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"The stories you posted on DeviantArt and later the books you wrote. They revealed an aptitude in you that marked you for harvesting. You see you are correct in describing what has happened to you as monstrous. Society and civilisation still exist in what you consider to be the future. Technically we have committed a crime. Not one that we are likely to be caught and punished for though. The slave trade makes enough money to pay off most of the judiciary and the police."
"The slave trade?" Jenny was getting alarmed now.
"Yes slavery is legal at this time. Financial companies got fed up with people using bankruptcy to escape their debts and leave the banks out of pocket. Eventually, around 2180 I think, lobbyists got indentured servitude reinstated, from there slavery was a small step. We now no longer have jails. Convictions now result in fines. If the fine cannot be paid the guilty is enslaved. However serving as a slave does not suit everyone who ends up collared. Plus slaves get 'broken' by their owners. Which is where you fit in."
"Me?"
"You have a documented fetish for latex and bondage. You fantasise about pony play and masochistic sex. Essentially you have had many a sexual fantasy about being a sex slave. Well your dreams are going to come true. My employers buy broken or dead slaves from insurance companies or connected owners. Their bodies are recycled and their identities are used to legitimise 'old timers' in cloned bodies." Jenny looked again at the cuff locked to her wrist. The grief she was feeling was beginning to be replaced with panic.
"This can't be true. This is a joke. Where are the cameras? I'm being set up!"
"I'm afraid it is not a joke. You will be spending the rest of your life as a slave. Your body has been grown especially for this purpose. While based on your DNA we've made a few changes to you; you are sterile with a flat hormone cycle. That essentially means no periods or hot flushes. Your new body is once again virgin. You'd be amazed how much that effects a slaves price. You’ll no longer grow pubic or underarm hair. You may, or may not, be pleased to hear your body is physiologically twenty one years old again and you'll hardly age for the rest of your life. Plus your life expectancy is about 300 years."
Jenny was suddenly aware she was screaming. It was almost as if she was watching herself break down. "Sedate her nurse," instructed the doctor. The nurse stepped forward and pointed the device she had used earlier at Jenny. Jenny suddenly felt drowsy and even more detached. A strange surreal calm seemed to spread over her. "Now that she is aware give the slave a meal then call processing to collect it."
“Yes, doctor," replied the nurse. She moved to settle the now torpid Jenny. "There now dear," she cooed. "It's not as bad as it may at first seem. I know you'll miss your loved ones but you're going to have so much sex. Really kinky stuff by twenty-first century standards. Slave ponies are really common now. An every day sight. There is a good chance you may end up a pony slave. I'll get you that meal now." The nurse left and quickly returned with a drink of water, a bowl of some sort of gruel and a spoon. "Now go slow with this dear, as this body has never eaten before." It tasted better than it looked and once Jenny started eating she realised she was actually very hungry.
"Sorry, why me again?" Asked Jenny struggling to take it in.
"Some folks can't cope with being enslaved dear. They barely complete training and then go into a kind of shock. They can't cope with being used sexually, or accept they are just property. Rather than waste time training these sorts they are terminated and their registration number is applied to a clone. You Jenny's are pretty popular models. I guess the bosses picked you as they figured anyone who wrote the stories you did would enjoy rather than loath being enslaved."
"Jenny's plural?"
"Fetching you from the past was expensive dear. They would never have made it pay if they made just one copy. You are one of the most common models from the past. Much more popular than Erika Mitchell's for instance. I think your books were better too." The last was delivered with a conspiratorial wink.
"Erika Mitchell as in E. L. James?"
“Yes, that's her. I mean she may have been first but you far out sold her. Though I must admit I like the anthology of your early stuff the best."
"So let me see if I have this straight. Later in my life I'm going to write a book, I'm assuming BDSM based, that out performs 50 Shades. A book so famous that they are talking about it hundreds of years later. My reward, bar immediate riches, is that future fans transport me to their time to serve as a slave?"
"I've met many Jenny’s; you all seem happy in your collars."
"I'm guessing no one writes erotic fiction any more for fear of being enslaved?"
"No one alive, or who's grandchildren are alive, can be brought back by law. That’s an edict even my employer does not cross. As a relative spotting their dead ancestor in a collar would expose this business in seconds. Also for some reason a persons consciousness cannot actually be copied from a clone. So you can't keep moving your mind into younger bodies to become immortal. But to answer your question many write erotic fiction quite openly. They know their living consciousness will never be aware if they're enslaved. You've been sampled before you actually write the book that made you famous enough to be remembered now. Do you think that even if you had an inkling it would stop you? Say you somehow managed to send a drone back, to place a warning to yourself. Supose it is able to place a story on DA where it tells you what'll happen in the future. All she'll see once she thinks about it is a message that says she's going to be fabulously wealthy, and her kids are going to be rich and successful. All she need do is keep writing. That Jenny will never be aware of you or your life or the countless other copies locked in their collars serving their owners. Besides she's you, she will probably be jealous of you living her fantasy.
“Now give me the bowl since you've finished and I'll go fetch the handler from processing." Jenny handed the bowl to the nurse, who promptly left the room without a backwards glance.
Jenny pondered her situation. Was this real? It seemed too incredible. Her body did indeed feel young again. Firmer, leaner and, well let's face it, less effected by gravity. Before she could consider this further a woman called her name from the doorway. Jenny did not respond though as she was struck dumb by the sight of her. She was balanced on ballet boots of patent black leather. These boots were strictly laced up to just below the knee. The rest of the woman, with the exception of her head, was sheathed in tight glossy latex. The catsuit was black and seamless, there did not even appear to be an obvious zip. It was so tight the rings set in the woman's nipples and genitalia were clearly delineated under its liquid embrace and around her torso was cinched a corset as black as the catsuit. But Jenny's eye was drawn to both the heavy, though highly polished, steel collar that snugly encircled the woman's throat, and the matching open collar she held in her hand.
"Hello Jenny," the woman repeated. "My name is Ashley Summers, and I'm going to be training you.”
“Ash?”
“You don’t know me, slave. I’ve been collared 70 years now. Life before my collar seems like a dim and distant dream. I know we came from the same time but I can barely remember my old life. Also from now on you will call me Mistress. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry this is all a bit of a shock.” Jenny watched warily as Ashley strutted into the room placing a black leather duffle bag, she'd been holding in her other hand, on the end of the bed.
Ashley smiled, "I know girl, you are not my first Jenny. Don't worry too much, you were born for the collar, trust me. In fact..." Ashley raised the collar in her hand, "let's take care of that detail straight away. Sit up girl and lift your hair." Jenny did as she was instructed. Ashley placed one half of the open collar up against the front of Jenny's throat the other half swung on its hinge to complete a circle of steel. There was a loud click as the open halves met and closed. A click that made Jenny jump a little.
"Mistress, is it permanent?"
"The collar? No. It is a standard slave collar. However I think it's unlikely to be removed in the near future, and then only so a different collar can be put in its place. You are going to be wearing a collar of one sort or another for the rest of your life." Jenny took in those words. The collar was tight and hard and, if it looked half as good on her as Ash's did on her, it was beautiful. Jenny tried swallowing and turning her head to see how it felt. She had been collared. She was a slave. This was terrifying and more than a little hot.
"Stand up girl," said Ashley as she rummaged through the duffle. "And take off that silly gown."  Jenny did as instructed as Ashley produce both a set of keys from the duffle and what looked like some fetish clothes. The keys were put to immediate use as the cuff was removed from the new slave's wrist. As Ashley unlocked her Jenny looked down on her new naked body. Her breasts were frankly magnificent, large but not huge, firm with quite thick nipples and dark areola's. Her pussy was hairless, beyond that she could make little out. She yearned for a mirror.
Next, from the pile of fetish gear, a latex under bust corset was produced. Jenny dutifully held on to the bed as her new Mistress hauled on the laces and crushed her waist in the process. Her monologue punctuated by her exertions with the laces, Ashley pondered the 'advances' in fashion, "First became popular in the sixteenth century... ...essential to the Victorian lady... …a fetish must in the twenty first century... ...mandatory for female slaves in the twenty fifth century... ...the corset will be with us forever I think... ...there that's you fully closed. Spread your legs and hold out your arms slave." As Jenny complied with this command Ashley retrieved a small aerosol from the duffle with which she promptly started spraying Jenny's arms then legs. Noticing the look of curiosity on Jenny's face she answered her unvocalised question, "It's a silicon based dressing aid, not some strange twenty-fifth century super fluid." Once finished she nodded at the pile of latex at the end of the bed. "Okay slave, put on the latex."
The latex turned out to be a pair of black rubber stockings and a pair of long rubber gloves. Each pair slid on smoothly with the help of the dressing aid. The stockings were attached to suspenders at the bottom of the corset. The gloves nearly reached up to Jenny's arm pits and a second aerosol of latex polish brought the rubber to a deep glossy, almost liquid, shine. A pair of ankle boots with cruel five inch stiletto heels were produced and once on were padlocked in place. Finally Jenny was quietly delighted to see Ashley take a set of four steel cuffs that matched her collar and a chain leash from the bag. Once locked in place Ashley clipped the leash to Jenny's collar and used the wrist cuffs to secure her arms behind her back.
Ashley looked over her new charge. “Well, you are fit to be seen in public," she declared. "But we need to deal with some legalities first. Are you aware you are an illegal slave?"
"The doctor mentioned something about it, Mistress."
“Yes, well unfortunately being a slave is a pretty hazardous occupation, but being an illegal one is fatal. So unless you wish to be terminated in the next few hours you need to follow my orders to the letter."
Jenny swallowed nervously and answered, "Yes, Mistress."
"The lie the authorities and the unwashed public is told about 'Jenny's' and 'Ashley's' and all the other clones is they were genetically engineered and implanted with memories that make them think they are from the past. Officially you’re just an interpretation, based on the famous historical author. Not a stolen consciousness. The truth is a clone body is just a dead lump of meat unless a real consciousness, one that matches the DNA signature of the body it was removed from, is implanted in it. If the truth got out lots of important people would be in deep water. What is important to you is to understand that you would be terminated. There is no freedom option here. There are no jails in this time. You need to play along with this as your life depends on it. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now when a real person is condemned to slavery a number of biometric security measures are taken to ensure they cannot escape their sentence. A chip is installed in the skull and some marks are placed on the skin. You have a chip in your brain, that was placed from a dead slave as your body was grown. However the barcodes on your skin need to be placed at a court house as they are based on an algorithm that combines retinal data, fingerprints and voice data. The story we will be telling them is your previous owners house burnt down with you in it. My Master bought you and paid to have you fixed. You needed extensive skin grafts, new eyes and a new larynx and lungs. Now slave, are you on board with this?"
"Do I have a choice Mistress?"
"Sort of yes, if I don't think you'll cooperate I have an alternate path to legitimise you. However it would necessitate inflicting the injuries I just described to you for real."
"Mistress, I am on board one hundred percent!"  
“I thought so,” smirked Ashley as she picked up the duffle and placed it in Jenny’s hands behind her. Ashley then took hold of Jenny’s leash and led her from the room.
As they walked down through the hospital Ashley continued to instruct her protégé, “Now listen carefully slave as the world you live in now is vastly different to the one you were born in. The social graces and etiquette you used to know do not apply. About a hundred and seventy-five years after we were sampled there was a world war. Basically China’s growing population forced them to invade their neighbours and it all kicked off. Only it didn’t go nuclear; it went biological instead. No one knows which side did it, but an agent was released that killed off eighty percent of men and twenty percent of women. Those that survived were changed too. Now a baby is ten times more likely to be a girl, than a boy, if conception is natural. Also the treatments that prolong life render the user sterile. The sociological upshot of all this is kids are scarce, and boys are spoilt rotten and mostly grow up to be narcissistic cunts. That in turn means they mostly end up breaking the law and wearing collars. A free man is pretty thin on the ground, and polyamory is normal.
“Perhaps of more interest to you is another side effect of the war; all equine were killed off by some super bug. The lot; horses, pony’s, donkey’s, zebra’s and any other species you can think of. Combine that with the drying up of fossil fuels and the bicycle and the rickshaw made a come back. Then one day some clever clog with a pony fetish decided they’d harness their slave up to pull a Chinese rickshaw. You now get all flavours of pony slaves. If the owner is looking to impress the best tack comes out, pony boots and butt plug tails. If they’re in a rush though the slave is naked bar some running shoes and their collar. Seeing the slave role play as a pony is a very rare sight though, people are too pragmatic about slavery to indulge that sort of thing. Besides no one living has seen a horse for centuries.”
The two slaves approached a lift door. “Okay slave,” said Ashley, “we are likely to encounter free citizens from here on so I want silence from you no matter what. You don’t talk around the free unless spoken to. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” answered Jenny her head a whirl with all the information Ashley had just imparted. The lift doors opened and the two girls entered.
“If it looks like it’s getting full in here we get out. Plus if we are only traveling up one or two floors we use the stairs.”
“I understand Mistress.”
Ashley pressed the button and Jenny realised they were fourteen floors up. She then saw herself in the mirrors on either side of the lift, reflecting her image to infinity like an effect in an old seventies music video. She was incredible! Never in her life had she looked so hot. To her twenty-first century eyes she was dripping fetishistic sex appeal. Her face was her own but after it had been photoshopped perfect. Her body was that of an A list porn star. Curves in all the right places exaggerated by the crushing corset and the glossy rubber encasing her limbs. She'd fuck herself in a second was her first thought. That that was a possibility in this world was her second.
The lift had only descended three floors when it stopped and a mother, with a small girl of five or six years entered. The woman looked at the two slaves and her lip curled in disgust.
The little girl who was holding a balloon with the words ‘brave for the dentist’ smiled at them and declared, “Shiny!” as she pointed at the slaves. Jenny was contrite. Fantasies of being a naked slave in public rarely included children. Yet her first experience was of being pointed at by one in a claustrophobic lift. The doors closed and the lift continued to the lobby in silence. The small child taking her mothers hand and turning away from the slaves. At the lobby they waited for the mother and child to exit the lift first. Then with a tug of Jenny’s leash the two slaves stepped out into the bustling lobby.
Jenny had fantasised about being a slave in public many times, had written stories about it. In this world it was not like her fantasies. Lots of people looked at her. The few men mostly leered, but so did some of the women. Others looked at her then turned away as if to say 'nothing to see there.' Some openly sneered as if they had detected a bad odour. There were other slaves too. They too were mostly female. A few were naked bar their collars. Those that wore any clothing were dressed in a similar fashion to Jenny and Ashley. It was weird but Jenny could see how, with latex such a common sight, why some of the free people were looking through her. They were inured to fetish slave girls.
The other thing that was off putting was everyone was beautiful. There were no fat people, or old people. There were no prams or push chairs either. The little girl ahead in the crowd was the only child in the lobby. Every free person that saw the child cooed or smiled a perfect Hollywood movie smile with their perfect teeth. There was the odd injured person on a crutch making their way out. But this was a hospital, a place where the scratches and blemishes of these beautiful people were fixed.
Ashley led them out of the lobby onto a piazza like pedestrian area outside the Hospital. It was a lovely summers day. Jenny had no idea what they'd have done if it was raining. Perhaps they could control the weather here in the future. The sun was hot on the black rubber clothes, yet the air was cooling as she walked. What did slaves wear in the winter she wondered?
The next thing that struck Jenny was how quiet, for a city, it was. There was a background noise; people talking, the tyres of vehicles, the soft hum of the odd electric motor. But none of the din you'd associate with a large city.
"You can talk again now slave unless a citizen is close by," Ashley said.
"Mistress, what city is this?"
"London, slave. A bit different to what you remember?"
"It's so quiet, Mistress." Spotting a giveaway red London bus on the road on the far side of the piazza she asked, "Are all the vehicles electric now?"
"Yes, slave, they are. All electricity is generated by renewable sources too. Pollution is very low. Electricity is not that cheap though, so power is only used on public transport, lighting and heat. Slaves move the free over short distances. Which is relevant to us as the courts are too far to walk and you cannot use a bus yet.”
“Why not, Mistress?”
“No biometrics, slave. Until you get yours at the courts you’re a bit of a non person.”
“Are yours under your catsuit, Mistress?”
“The man made marks are yes, but bio’s also include your retina, fingerprints and voice. If I get on a bus or a train I am scanned and my owner is billed for the cost of the journey. While you have a chip in your skull your eyes, fingers and voice don’t match the records in the system.”
“So what do we do, Mistress?”
“We get inventive girl, and use our assets.” So saying Ashley led Jenny across the piazza to the road and along until they came to a row of cycle powered rickshaws. Twice as they walked along the pavement, traps pulled by pony slaves went by. Jenny stared fascinated wondering if this really was the fate that awaited her. Upon the first rickshaw was mounted a male slave. From his collar snaked a thick steel rope that was attached to the frame of the rickshaw. He was dressed in a bright red latex body suit that stopped just above the knees. What struck Jenny though was his physique. He was an adonis of rippling muscle. His thighs alone were huge. He wore a red cycle helmet and a wrap around visor hid his eyes. He turned to look at the girls as they approached.
“Can I talk, brother?” Asked Ashley.
“You can talk, sister. Just don’t interfere with any fares.”
“I have to get this fresh fish to the court to be registered. Too far to walk in these boots. I could make life a little more bearable if you could help us out.”  The male slave pulled off his visor and made a show of looking the two girls over.
“Why can’t she make life bearable too?” He asked nodding at Jenny.
“Virgin, and needs to stay that way for auction.”
“Is her mouth broken?”
“It’s untrained. I mean really, she’s less than an hour out of the tank.”
“That’ll do. I’ll fuck you and she can lick me clean afterwards. Get in.” The women climbed into the rickshaw. Not easy for Jenny with her hands cuffed behind her. She had to sit forwards too with one arm across the small of her back. The male slave set off his thighs and calves bulging as he stood on the pedals. He turned and looked back at the girls. “I can’t turn off my light. If I get hailed you are on the pavement.”
“That’s cool,” answered Ashley.
A short way down the road he turned the rickshaw down a side street and then into an ally. As soon as he stopped Ashley climbed forward and sat on his lap. Looking over his shoulder she ordered Jenny.
“Get to your knees slave and busy with your tongue. We have to please this hunk quickly, none of us wants to get caught. The public lashings will be a warm up act as to what our owners will deal out.” Needing no further encouragement Jenny climbed out and then down. The reason they were engaged in such acrobatics became instantly clear; the man’s shoes were bolted to the pedals. Looking up Jenny saw that there was indeed a zip in Ashley’s catsuit. The thick steel rings set in her outer lips were now hanging down and brushing the sides of the large cock that impaled her dripping pussy. Curiously the slaves scrotum seemed withered and small compared to the rest of the man, but Jenny put that aside and concentrated on smoothly lapping at those parts that were not buried in her Mistress’s quim. The two above soon set up a steady rhythm and Jenny quickly found herself lapping up the intermingled juices of the pair as it ran down his shaft. It was a first for Jenny but the taste was not unpleasant, though her breath was going to be ripe after this. Quicker than she expected she felt his penis shudder as he emptied is load into Ashley. As soon as Jenny's superior was aware he was spent she dismounted. Dripping gobs of cum on Jenny’s face and leaving the new slave to take the waving member in her mouth. Jenny worked hard at taking him in, pushing forward and swallowing as he hit the back of her throat. Quickly though he started to become flaccid and so Jenny set herself the task of licking up any fluids she could reach with her tongue. When she could find no more she looked up at Ashley and the male slave grinning down at her.
“Well you certainly enjoy cock,” Ashley teased. “Told you, you were born to be collared.” Ashley then tugged Jenny to her feet with the leash. “Come here girl,” she said pulling her close, before licking up the dribbles of cum running down Jenny’s face. Ashley’s tongue was pierced and set with a round headed stud. It felt strange as her tutor licked off the slimy mess from her face. When Jenny’s face was clean Ashley planted a firm and powerful kiss on the new girls mouth. Jenny heated already by the earlier activities responded with ardour, but Ashley broke this kiss off pulling her back by her collar. “Sorry slave, fun as that would be we have things to do. Back in the rickshaw girl.” Feeling hard done by Jenny did as she was told. Once Ashley had climbed in after her the rickshaw set off once again. “Don’t worry Jenny,” soothed Ashley ask the rickshaw once again joined the busy London traffic. “You and I are going to have lots of fun in the future. I have to be satisfied you are fully trained before I release you for resale at the auction house. I guarantee you before that day you will be begging me to stop the orgasams.”
“Have you ever been auctioned Mistress?”
“Several times my dear.”
“What’s it like?”
“First time is terrifying, I won’t lie. Second time the sale is old news, but you are still worried who’ll buy you. Each time after that it gets easier.”
“How much would I fetch do you think?”
“Are you looking to get smoke blown up your arse girl? As you are, about £1000 which equates to about a months wages for a middle income earner. Once trained and still virgin about £20,000 which is about as much as any Jenny will ever reach at an auction. You’re too common now. If you are looking for a parallel I suppose you’re like a Range Rover car if memory serves me right. A quality 4x4 that can be a workhorse on a farm, the wife’s Chelsea tractor or a prestige family saloon. Always better than the Ford Escorts or the Vauxhall Astra’s, but not a Ferrari my dear.”
“Well that brings me down to earth with a bump, Mistress,” admitted Jenny, sobered by being compared to a car. Talk about objectification. “So who are the Ferrari?”
“Every so often a model or superstar in this world fucks up big time. The ways they self destruct is endless. Drugs, bankrupt after divorce, crime of passion or sometimes your good old fashioned ‘spent their cash so fast they ran out routine’. When they come on the slave market the bidding gets silly.”
“Oh, but they’re not necessarily going to be good in bed, Mistress.”
“How often could a hyper car be used in anger on the street? The analogy breaks down. It’s about having a trophy slave. Look there was a TV star back in our past; Davina something. Did a show called Big Brother I think. She had a big nose, three kids and was close to fifty years old. If slavery were legal back in our time do you think she would fetch big money?”
“McCall, Mistress, and yes, big money. I knew loads of bloke’s who would have liked to bed her.”
“There you are then, for the purpose of our analogy, Davina McCall is a Ferrari.”
At that moment the rickshaw driver turned to the girls, “Sorry sisters, I’m being hailed. You’ll have to get out here. Luckily we are nearly there. A hundred meters up the road on your left is the courts.” So saying he pulled over about five meters shy of two free women looking on as Jenny and Ashley climbed out.
Ashley waited until the rickshaw was moving with its customers on board before moving off. Pedestrians were sparse so Jenny risked a question, "Mistress why were his balls so small?"
"We're they? Well there is the uglier side of slavery for you."
"Mistress?"
"You saw his physique? His owner will have ten or more like him, plus a couple of girls or boys back at the kennels to look after them. He'll inject the riders with cheap steroids to build up their strength. Only as he's using cheap drugs they cause his balls to shrink. Basically the body detects the drugs the testes make are in abundance and stops making it itself. When the balls die the owner stops the injections and sells the girls as the riders libido died with their testes."
"Was that why he was so quick, Mistress?"
"Unlikely, if impotence was looming he'd have struggled to come. More likely he didn't get much action back at his kennel."
"This world looks pretty Mistress, but it's pretty ugly once you scratch the surface."
"You are finally learning slave. A society based on slavery is never going to be nice. We are property. Things. We are treated as such. You will be used hard daily, kept in a cage, fed shit and receive little or no praise. When you stop being useful you'll be sold. When no one wants to buy you you'll be recycled. You are going to do that for three hundred years because you wrote a popular book and I'm going to do two hundred and fifty more because I illustrated the bloody cover."
"Oh Mistress I'm sorry."
"I don't blame you. You didn't know. Besides geography had more to do with it."
"Mistress?"
"They need to know when and where you are to send a probe back to harvest you. Your car crash was documented in your biography. That made you easy. It happens that when you wake up in your car that's when you had the idea for your book. I have nightmares about the paradoxical maze of fucked up possibilities about that. Did someone from this time implant it in your head? Anyway it's also in your biography that when you ask me the next day if I'll illustrate the cover for you I was badly hung over. Most of the energy, which equals cost, in sending a probe back is spent getting the probe through time. Holding it there, apparently, is not too expensive, and as we are both based in the south west of the U.K. The probe was able to locate me after you had been harvested. Essentially I was an easy secondary target." Ashley stops and turns to Jenny. "I nearly always end up having this chat with every Jenny I meet. On balance I'm happy here. Reality is not like fantasy. But sometimes the reality, while different, is still pretty good. I'm a sex slave, I'm dressed in latex and collared. I get to play with other slaves. Master quite often fucks me too. Beyond pleasing Master I have few responsibilities. It's a pretty hedonistic life. It's cruel being torn from your family. You will be desperately lonely at times. You'll hit some major lows here. But if you roll with the punches essentially this time, us as slaves, it works.
"Now that is the court house," said Ashley pointing at the large stone building they had stopped in front of. "You are not going to enjoy this next bit. It bloody hurts. But it has to happen and it only happens once."
"Hurts Mistress?"
"Best way to describe the pain... Imagine that at the same time as you get shot in the shoulder and hip some bastard kicks you in the cunt as hard as they can."
"Oh!"
"I've lost count how many I've brought here. Trust me when I say the best thing you can do is relax. If you tense up its worse. However the main reason for telling you this in advance is the officials who do this to you come in two flavours; cunt and sadistic cunt. You need to be smart. Most of the people they see are freshly convicted. They're in shock that this is happening to them. Free people being enslaved. They struggle and fight. They know once this happens, there in no going back. Worse than a collar this is the point of no return. The handlers love this. It's what attracts them to the job. It excuses them to get rough. They regularly rape or beat a convict into docility. You need to be docile and obedient. Remember the story is you are a long time slave getting new bio's after the fire. Obey. No matter what. If it looks like it's getting rough I'll take the heat. Those are my orders from our owner. He wants to sell you for good money, he needs you pretty and un-traumatised. That's why he bought me to do this job. Fifty years in a collar and a clone. I have the inside knowledge to make this as painless as possible. Trust me?"
"Okay Mistress, now I'm terrified. But in this nightmare you are my link to my past. Even if you say it's seems like a dream to you. You are the nearest thing to a friend I seem to have. I'll obey, be meek and docile. I'll try and not panic."
"Good girl," said Ashley as she took the duffle Jenny had been clutching behind her. "You're going to make a lovely slave."
Ashley turned and led Jenny towards the court. As they got closer they were nearer free citizens and Jenny realised she could not ask Ashley any questions. Was she going to have to go through this process mute? Once inside Jenny was led down a wide corridor. It was soon apparent they were approaching a window with an official sat behind it. Suddenly Ashley stopped and then turned around. Bemused Jenny followed after as Ashley took her back to the hall inside the entrance. Seeking out a secluded part of the space Ashley pulled out what looked like a phone from the duffle. Jenny was correct in her guess of a phone as Ashley placed a call. She threw Jenny a reassuring half smile as she waited to be connected. "Master you instructed me to call you when I got to the court with the repaired Jenny... You are Master? Would you like me to bring her up for you to inspect?.. ...Certainly Master." Ashley pointed the phone at Jenny. "Turn around slowly so our Master may inspect you slave." Reflexively Jenny put on a smile for the camera as she dutifully did a slow pirouette. Once complete Ashley took the phone back to her ear, "No Master I was just about to... Outer, nipples, tongue and septum Master?... I understand Master, straight after... ...thank you Master." Ashley then put the phone in a webbing pocket on the outside of the duffle bag. Turning to Jenny she said, "Okay slave lets go get your bio's updated." She then steered Jenny back down the corridor and up to the window which still had the same bored looking official behind it. He continued to stare out of it even as Ashley stood there in front of him. Ashley opened the duffle and took out a tablet about the size of an iPad. She opened a page on it and held it up in front of the man. Recognition flickered as if the invisible slave had held a floating tablet in front of him.
He slid the glass to one side and said, "Door on the right."
"Thank you Master," responded Ashley and she led Jenny through the indicated door. If Jenny had doubted she was in the future before now the machine in front of her in this room lived up to expectations. It also looked like it would be at home in a fetish sex dungeon too. It clearly was designed to accommodate a human and hold them there too. The small screens and flashing LED's in its frame did not detract from the fact it looked like a St. Andrew's Cross set in an arch. The official entered the room from a doorway on the other side. Holding out his hand at Ashley he stared at Jenny and slowly ran his tongue around his lips.
"Unlock her wrists and remove her leash," he ordered.
"Yes, Master," Ashley murmured as she did as she was bid after handing over the tablet.
"Two sluts to fuck. Seems the day is looking up," he drawled.
"Master I am happy to serve you in any way," said Ashley. Then closing her eyes she continued, "But my owner requires the Jenny to remain virgin." The official whirled at Ashley dealing her a savage backhanded blow to the side of the head that knocked her to the ground.
"How dare you tell me what I cannot do, cunt!" He exploded. "You are slave scum, clones at that. You're not even human." Turning to Jenny he grabbed her collar and nearly threw her at the machine. "You Jenny, you'd like my cock in you wouldn't you, huh?"
"Yes, Master," Jenny quailed.
"Better," he muttered. Looking down at Ashley he shouted, "This one has more sense than you in her clit than you have in your head. Get to your knees under that console slut." Ashley started to crawl to the indicated position. Turning back to Jenny he started to strap her into the machine. In short order she was immobile and helpless. "Your breath stinks of cum, slut. You're no fucking virgin. But if you are, I'm about fix that." He pressed a button in the surrounding arch and the cross and Jenny lifted up a short distance. The man then walked over to the console Ashley now knelt under. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was not that long but it was quite thick. "Get to work, cunt," he growled at Ashley. The slave instantly took him in her mouth, holding his shaft at the base and cupping his balls with her other hand. Clearly working hard with her pierced tongue she took him deep, her head bobbing forward as she stroked and pumped him with her mouth. His mood instantly mellowed. "Pretty good," he declared and, as Ashley continued to suck his cock, he  read the details on the tablet then turned his attention to the suspended Jenny. “Well you’ve been here before, cunt. But it seems your Master has a treat in store for you. No point telling you it’s going to sting. You know how much this hurts. Okay look at the green light ahead.” As he said this a green laser light was played into her eyes from a source in the wall in front of her. Jenny tried to relax and stared at the source in the wall. Abruptly the light went out. “Now press your hands into the pads,” he ordered. As two pads emerged from the frame in front of Jenny’s bound wrists. Resignedly she complied with the command.
“Okay bitch read the words I’m typing out loud so I can sample your voice, they’ll appear in front of you.” Inwardly Jenny sighed at the words as they were holographically projected in front of her. What a sad little man he was. Outwardly she kept calm and read the words aloud.
“I am nothing but a slave slut. I want your cock in my cunt. Please fuck me, Master. Please, fuck me hard.”
“Okay that should do,” he said. Lets listen to that back while we do the fun part. Suddenly the room was full of Jenny’s voice booming amplified out of speakers. To make matters worse he had it on a loop. Jenny looked down at Ashley sucking the man’s cock. Jenny was sure she was in hell. Ashley had lied, there was nothing she could do to protect her. Ashley had said to relax, not to be tense. Jenny sighed, well there was nothing else she could do.
The green laser came on again but this time as a flickering line it scanned her body up and down then side to side. Jenny looked at the man, he was grinning broadly. The cross rose up and tipped forward so Jenny was facing down at the floor. A large section of the floor slid away and a machine rose up. It had an indented shape of a spread eagled human in its surface. An indent Jenny was being lowered into.
There was a small screen with a rubber surround in front of her eyes. Jenny turned her head so she could look into it. As soon as she did the cross pressed her down firmly. Something behind her head pushed her face hard down into the rubber surround of the screen. It went dark then the display flickered to life with the word, ‘Preparing’. Jenny became aware that something was pulling at her nipples, almost as soon as she was aware of that she felt something moving up into her nostrils and firm mechanical fingers were pulling at her privates. Jenny wanted to scream to struggle. Her own recorded voice was still repeating the sick mantra, which was adding a nightmarish atmosphere to a nightmare scenario. Then something unseen started to push into her mouth. With her head being pushed down from above she opened her mouth to stop it crushing her lips against her teeth. Once in her mouth her jaw was painfully spread and something grabbed her tongue. It slowly pulled her tongue until it was stretched. Her tongue, nose, nipples and outer lips were then squeezed hard. The display changed from ‘Preparing’ to ‘Tongue’ with a five under it. That rapidly changed to a four.., three… two… one… zero. A needle was driven through Jenny’s tongue. Her eyes teared up as she felt something sliding in the wound. Then whatever had been gripping the tongue let go. Jenny moved her tongue in her mouth and felt a huge bar through her tongue. The display changed to ‘Nose’ and the countdown started again. Jenny tried squirming but could not move. Panic started to rise. Desperately she clung to the advise from Ashley. Repeating the words over and over in her head; Relax don’t be tense. Obey, be meek and docile. Don’t panic. In her head Jenny knew what was happening. She was being pierced and set with rings. But instead of a studio and a trained piercer she was being mauled by a bloody machine. The flash of fire that was the nose passed and the display changed to ‘Nipples’. Calm down she said to herself, you’ve always wanted nipple rings. Today is your lucky day. Relax don’t be tense. Obey, be meek and docile. Don’t panic. An agonising flash of pain and then her nipples really hurt, but now the display said vagina. Fuck! Jenny screwed her eyes shut and tried to block time out. She tried to focus on the mental image of Ashley’s beautiful rings as she had fucked the rickshaw slave. Obey, be meek and docile. The pain was beyond bearing. Despite the restraints Jenny convulsed in agony as eight needles plunged through her sensitive flesh. The screen had changed but Jenny could’t read it as it was awash with her tears. There was a pressure now against her hips and shoulder and something was pressing hard against her mons. Pain exploded around her. Jenny tried to thrash in her bonds, screaming herself hoarse. Abruptly it was over and the frame was lifting her up. Ashley was still giving head. The cunt at the console was still grinning like an idiot. Jenny knew at that moment this was her life. She really was a slave. No safe words. No respite or after care. No check lists. She was just a slave. A thing. An object to be owned and used. The grinning idiot frowned.
“Are you sure you’ve been this way before slut? I’ve seen that look before. You just broke.” He pushed Ashley away and with his erection wagging in front of him like a rigid tail walked over to the restrained slave. He pressed some buttons on the arch and the machine descended into the floor once more. Once the floor had returned the frame started to rotate returning first to the vertical and then tipping her over backwards. It stopped with her on her back and the man stood between her legs. Looking down her body at him she was acutely aware of the shining silver rings set at various points in her flesh.
“So a virgin slave who knows how to fuck. Never had me one of those before. This will be fun.” At that point Ashley tried once more to save her charge.
“Please Master, my Master will beat me if you fuck her. My cunt is willingly yours. However you want me.”
“Oh, don’t worry slut, I’ll be sampling your cunt too. But I’m trying this virgin pussy first.” With no delay he thrust his cock deep into Jenny. If there was any pain from her hymen tearing it was eclipsed by the pain from the eight piercings in her lips. She screamed. But before the man could thrust again a woman who could only be described as a cop entered from the door nearest Jenny's head. The uniform had changed over the centuries but there was no doubt in Jenny’s mind this was a police officer.
“May I enquire if that is your slave, Sir,” asked the police woman.
“Of course it’s not,” replied the technician, bemused that he was being interrupted in his fun.
“In that case can I request you remove your penis from the slave and come stand over here. Feel free to put your member away while you are at it.” She turned to the doorway and said, “You can come in now, Sir.” A tall, well built, man now entered the room. He looked the sort to play rugby on the weekend but he was smartly dressed in a sharp, if slightly shiny, suit. For all Jenny knew it was the peak of conservative fashion of this hellish world. “Are these the two?” Asked the police officer of the new arrival.
“Yes, those are mine. I’d sent the Ashley to escort the Jenny over here to get new bio’s. I’d picked the Jenny up cheap after it was damaged in a house fire. I’d fixed it up good as new, even had it’s virginity restored to boost its price.”
“Ah well, it’s not a virgin anymore.” Then turning to the technician, “Can you turn that infernal recording off. It’s very distracting.”
“Certainly officer,” He replied crossing the room where Ashley knelt he stabbed a button and the recording of Jenny’s voice abruptly stopped.
“So, Sir, are you often in the practice of abusing and damaging other peoples property in the course of your work?” The officer asked the now clearly uncomfortable tech.
“I didn’t know it was virgin. You heard the recording. It was begging me to fuck it.”
“Did the other slave not inform you of the subjects condition?”
“It did not.”
“Please, Mistress,” interjected Ashley. “I informed the Master on at least two occasions and offered myself as mollification.”
“I hope you are not going to take the word of a fuckin’ slave over a citizen officer?”
“Of course not, Sir. Its testimony is wholly inadmissible in a court of law. However, and please remember you are addressing an officer of the law, were you made aware by that slave that this slave was virgin and not to be touched?”
“No officer, I was not.”
“In that case, Sir, I am placing you under arrest for wilful destruction of property and attempting to pervert the course of justice.” The officer cuffed the tech.
“You said its testimony was no good.”
“Indeed, Sir, but the recording the owner has been making, of the live feed on his phone, after his slave forgot to turn off its phone, will make interesting listening in front of a judge.” Turning to the man who was clearly Jenny’s Master. You can take your slaves now. I trust you’ll appear in court on the destruction of property charges.”
“Certainly officer. I work here at the courts so it will be no trouble at all. Can I just check? Did the creep actually do his job? Is the Jenny now in the system as mine?”
“I did, she’s legal again.” Sulked the tech.
“You’d forgive me for not trusting his word…” Said Jenny’s Master to the police officer.
“Tell you what, I’ll scan her to check for you,” said the officer as she took what looked like a phone from her pocket.  She passed it over the prone Jenny’s head and then her mons. “Well, the barcode matches the chip and both state she’s the property of Gareth Evans. Is that you?”
“Yes, officer, and thank you for your assistance in this matter.”
“Not at all, Sir. If you don’t mind me saying that’s a strong Welsh name you have there. You escape from the valleys?”
“A long time ago officer. Though I still have family there.”
“As do I…  So I’ve scanned your slave so I’ll be able to contact you. You’ll be informed, probably tomorrow what time this matter will be heard in court. I’m officer Morag Jones. If you contact the local station they’ll put you through to me. I’ll leave you to gather your possessions. So saying officer Jones marched the tech out the door.
Gareth turned to Ashley. "Well done girl, that worked a treat. Shame it was Today though, he did real damage."
"Thank you Master, shall I take Jenny back now?"
Gareth turned to the still bound Jenny, "Are you fit to travel girl?
Trying very hard not to move her tongue Jenny mumbled, "I'll rye, Maser."
"Damn! The sadistic bastard didn't anaesthetise her afterwards. Lie still girl I'll find another tech." Gareth marched through the inner door. Ashley came over to Jenny.
"Sorry slave, that wasn't planned. The tech guy is called Sean Woods, and a more evil git I've yet to meet. He's been abusing slaves since he started here a year ago. But no one listens to slaves complaints. However as Master's trade is a little off the books he was noticing his goods weren't reaching the prices he expected at auction. He asked me why and we came up with that little ruse. It was a bit of a shock finding him on duty today, I thought he was on holiday in Kenya."
"'tis kay Missress."
"If Master can't find a tech we'll dig you some ice out for that tongue. On the plus side for you Master only puts these rings in his ponies. So you can quell any fears you may have had about ending up as a doxy in a cheap brothel." Jenny's eyes went round at this as she had no idea such places existed. Ashley grinned at this. "Joshing with you girl," she said. "There is almost zero demand for brothels in a world where slaves are cheap and women outnumber men around ten to one. Not ones with female slaves in anyway." Jenny rolled her eyes at this and wondered why they had not released her. That said she was in no rush to move. Everything was on fire.
Gareth returned with a woman dressed in the same colours Sean had been. He clearly had not been too clear as to the problem as she seemed a bit confused.
"Why is the frame in that position? Is that your slave Mr Evans? You slave, step away from the frame." The new tech examined the read outs on the console. "What the fuck has been going on here?" She muttered to herself. She typed some commands and the frame sprang into life. To Jenny's horror the floor slid away once more and the diabolical part of the machine that had hurt her so rose up once again. Jenny wailed in fear as she was once more pressed face down into the device. Almost as soon as she was in place though cool sprays of anaesthetic on her nipples and crotch calmed her. Again the machine forced its way into her mouth only this time to sooth the flames. The process was repeated in her nose. As a last surprise there was a sharp prick in her shoulder but then the machine reversed and lifted Jenny out and then returned her to the vertical. The tech walked over to her and started to release the straps that held her in place. As she did she turned to Gareth and asked, "Where is Sean Mr Evans?"
"He was arrested, June."
"What on earth for?"
"Damaging this slave."
"He was fucking it? That's hardly warrants an arrest."
"It had been virgin. He took £5,000 off its auction value."
"Ah, that's unfortunate. Still he ought to be able to afford the fine for that. I can expect him back tomorrow after his hearing."
"Probably not."
"Oh?"
"He lied trying to cover up his actions. The arresting officer added perverting the course of justice to the charges."
"Shit!.. Well I'll probably be processing him myself tomorrow then. What a dumb prick." She looked over Jenny. Still addressing Gareth, "So I've numbed the piercings and administered an anti inflammatory as well as an antibiotic. The tongue may still swell so it has an outsized bar." She crossed to a wall cupboard and removed a small box. "So replace it with this one in either two days or after the swelling has abated. Don't use the slave vaginally or orally for one week. Obviously give the nose and nipple rings a week to settle too. You may want to consider kennelling it for the rest of the day."
"Thank you, June," said Gareth. Then turning to Ashley, "Ash, take this Jenny to the entrance hall and wait for me there."
"Yes Master," acknowledged Ashley as she gathered the duffle and re-attached Jenny's leash. Jenny wondered if she should thank her Master, but Ashley had her out of the room and down the corridor before she could.
"Mistress, is there any chance of finding a mirror please?"
"Curious are we? No mirrors. We are on orders to wait in the hall. However.. Stand still." Ashley pulled the phone from the duffle and stood next to her sister slave. "It's selfie time!" Picture taken Ashley handed the phone to Jenny and continued to lead her to the hall.
"Oh my God it's huge!"
"Keep your voice down slave, remember you're in public."
"Sorry, Mistress. I was surprised at the size of the nose ring."
"It's not a fashion accessory. You'll be tethered or led by it in the future." The idea fascinated Jenny.
"I'm really going to be a pony?"
"Looks likely."
"Have you ever been a pony slave, Mistress."
"Yep, fifteen years solid before Master bought me five years ago."
"What's it really like?"
"Hard work, especially at first. It's not mentally stimulating. It can be lonely. You don't get fucked much." Jenny was a bit disappointed at this review of one of her favourite fantasies. She looked again at the picture. She barely recognised the woman staring back at her. It was like looking at a photo from your past you didn't remember having been taken. It seemed surreal that so much had happened in such a short time. Yesterday she had been concerned about so many different things. Now she was a slave. She had lost all control of her life. She had lost so much, but in a way she felt free. Suddenly out of nowhere a pointless question came into her head.
"Mistress why did the doctor ask me about Trump?"
"Ah, well lots of Jenny's have been woken. If you give the response you did to that specific question we know your consciousness has uploaded correctly. It also fixes your time reference pretty tightly."
"Was he not president for long then?"
"Three months, one of his own generals shot him."
They did not wait in the hall for long. Gareth took them outside and over to a rank of traps and rickshaws. Gareth started speaking to the owner of a four slave pony team, instructing him to take his slaves back. Jenny stared fascinated at the slaves. They did not have pony boots on but rather what Jenny assumed was the twenty-fifth century equivalent of running shoes. They were naked bar a brief latex vest that squashed their small breasts to their chests. A broad leather belt like harness with shoulder straps tethered them to the shaft via leather traces. The slaves arms were folded behind their backs, wrists cuffed to the opposite elbow. Around their throats were tight tall posture collars forcing them to hold their heads up and to face forward. The pony slaves also had head harnesses holding thick rubber bit gags in their mouths, blinkers at the sides of their heads and rains attached going back to the coach. All four were breathing deeply and coated with a light sweat, and across their backs were welts from the drivers whip. Each slave also sported a ring through their septum, just like hers.
Ashley noticed Jenny's fascination.
"You'll not end up like those, slave," she whispered in Jenny's ear. "Look at them. No tits or hips; they're athletes their owner bought specially. You're far too fuckable to put away in a stable. You'll go to a private family as a dual purpose slave. You'll be put in full regalia; boots, butt plug tail, some complicated tack. You'll be running family members to work or the station or down to the pub or theatre. Then trotting home to serve as a maid to the wives who don't work. Perhaps doing the school run if they have kids. Then in the evening you're a sex toy gimped up in latex being fucked stupid until they've all gone to bed. Then you lock yourself in your kennel until it happens all over again the next day."
"God I hope so, that sounds fantastic."

© JD Long 2017