Her mother held her arm.  “Now now, calm down dear.  In Dracon its a compliment.  They think very highly of you.”  

Marisa was in disbelief.  “You mean by smacking my ass, poking me, and not least of all talking about how fun it would be to train me into a sex slave!”  They spoke in fervent but hushed words.  Julie just grinned at her daughter.

“We’re in Dracon.  Trust me, they’re saying you have beauty, brains, and fitness.  Three things that they look for in their slaves.” 

 “Doubt the brains part.”  

“Oh no, they do.  Schooling is required for slaves, though it also involves real world skills.  Yes but they think highly of you and are just showing it.”  

Marisa rolled her eyes, another man walked up.  Blonde hair, maybe forty, probably a couple of years younger, broad shouldered but slim, pretty tall.  “Ah Julie, heard your company was sending you.”  He looked at Marisa.  “This your daughter or did you finally get a gorgeous slave girl to call your own.”  Julie grabbed Marisa’s wrist discreetly and answered for them.

“Oh Androv, this is my daughter Marisa.  Though trust me, owning her would make getting her to clean her room easier!”  The two of them laughed as Marisa clenched her jaw.  “Her step father would say the same thing if he was here.”  That comment left Marisa fuming.

The man Androv nodded.  “Well I’m off, either way have fun.  I think they said the dinner should be out in less than an hour.”  He said checking his watch.  He walked past them, slowing to poke Marisa in her side, making her jump and look at him with fire in her eyes but stayed silent.  “She’s fit, shame she’s your daughter.”  He said with a laugh that Julie returned.  

“This party sucks.”  Marisa mumbled.

“Well it might suck a little more for you, Ariel is waving us over.”  Julie said bluntly.  She put on a smile.  “Come on.” 

 Marisa let out a sigh.  “Fine!  I know this work visit is important to you.”  She walked over, Ariel and Geoff were standing with another man, he looked to be around thirty, maybe a little less.  Very handsome, with brown hair and a strong jawline.  His eyes were a sparkingly blue.  His body exuded not just confidence but cockyness.    Ariel spoke as they walked up.  “Alridge, I’m so happy you brought your slave here to be a serving girl tonight!”

“Oh, I’m always happy to bring Andrea.  She’s such a fine piece of merchandise I got from you two.  Hot teen body, sensitive to pain; poor thing told me she had dreams of a career in military or law.”  He smirked.  “Well, brains on a slave doesn’t hurt as long as they are put to good use.  Who knows, maybe when I get tired of whipping her I’ll send her to school.  Would be nice to have a lawyer I didn’t have to pay a dime too!”  

Geoff nodded.  “And can get her such alluring attire that would distract the most hard nosed opposing counsel.”  Marisa paused as she walked up.  Before her was a teen girl, dressed in white lingerie with a ballgag like the other slaves.  Her raven black hair silky and in a ponytail.  She looked to be about Marisa’s age, maybe a year or two either way.  Though her body was already that of a young woman no doubt.  With brown skin a good shade darker than Marisa’s.  Her brown eyes were defeated and submissive, with whip marks showing on her belly and thighs a plenty.  She was no doubt gorgeous, and Marisa’s stomach turned.  She recognized her, a story she had read a little over a year prior about a latina teen from Pennsylvania going missing.  Here she was before her, and her mother didn’t bat an eye.

Alridge broke the silence as he looked Marisa up and down.  “This your slave Misses Julie?  Quite fine I must say, though I prefer my slaves wearing less and in shackles.”    Julie laughed as Ariel interjected.  

“No, that’s her daughter you lawwe-een.”  She looked at Julie and Marisa as the latter let out a sigh and rolled her eyes.  “Julie, remember that slave I was just telling you about, the teen latina that I broke.  Let me introduce you to her.”

Julie smiled.  “She’s beautiful, I can see why you and Geoff enjoyed breaking her and training her so much!”  Julie said with a grin as she looked over the latina’s dark brown body, she was gorgeous.

Marisa just felt sad, the poor girl had eyes of a slave.  No fight or spirit, just submissive.  Ariel picked up on this.  “Yes dear, you see Andrea here is a broken and docile slave.  Not a bit of a smart mouth like you.”  She said with a chuckle.

“Bet a week with you would change that.”  Her mother said as the other free people in the conversation broke out into laughter.  It turned Marisa’s stomach.  The pokes and groping of earlier was what made her the most angry.  But people with grabby hands was something she had to deal with for years now sadly, a fact of life and being a woman.  But what made her stomach turn?  These people’s comments, especially those of her mother.  She was a free woman, and for the sake of her mother kept her right to speak to a minimum.  Yet these people kept commenting on her like she was on the auction block, it turned her stomach and she found it disgusting.

Ariel winked at her mother.  “Oh if only I were so lucky.  You would get such a submissive slave back.”  More laughter, more making Marisa feel nauseous.

Alridge decided to speak up.  “Oh yes Ariel, and I have to say I’d love to see it.  A young latina’s proper place is in lingerie, at most, with a collar around their neck and at the mercy of their Master.”  He said, sending daggers into Marisa.  Marisa stood her ground but felt a chill run up her back as he stared at her, so she looked away.  Alridge noticed this and smiled a predatory grin.

“Alridge stop delaying and introduce your slave!”  Ariel said fake slapping his arm.

He winked, at Ariel this time.  “Of course ma-dam.”  He said with an accent on the last word.  “Andrea here as I was saying earlier is your gorgeous and athletic teen latina.  Raven hair, fantastic body!  Has great curves while still being athletic.  Was apparently very sweet and charitable back at her home community in the states.  Wanted to either join the military or become a lawyer in order to help people.”  He chuckled.  “Well she helps me whenever my cock is down her throat.”  Marisa was disgusted as this got a chuckle from the group, but was most horrified by her mother chuckling along with them. 

 “So you may let her get a law degree later?”  Julie asked surprised.

Alridge shrugged.  “Very possible.  I’ve forced her to pass the tests she would this past year that would qualify as her last two years of high school, we want intelligent slaves.  This isn’t the past, we don’t fear them having knowledge, for we have all we need to keep them docile.”  He said running a hand over a whip mark on Andrea’s deep brown and sexy belly as she flinched.  “A man of my stature has plenty of lawyers, would be nice to have one that I don’t have to pay.”  

“And you can always punish her if she loses.”  Julie said with a smirk.

Alridge groped Andrea’s belly and breasts.  “Oh I would do that regardless, just as I do now.”  He looked out of the corner of his eye at Marisa.  “Like I said this is young latina’s proper place if you ask me, and once you own their body you should torture them daily; just because you can.  I own this body, not poor Andrea here.  I’ll be nice and let her say she owns the beautiful screams she gives me.”