Next day, Elena, now Zuri, stirred.

She limped over to the mirror, still shocked about how much she had changed. She looked perfectly like the African slave girl that she had been writing about. She was indeed now Zuri…

She pulled at the bodysuit, but it was like pinching her own skin.  She tried calling for help and was shocked by how different her voice sounded…

“I had a voice changer fitted to the suit”, her tutor’s voice came from behind her.

“Now, my little slave, let’s get you dressed and teach you your duties…”

‘Dressing’ consisted of putting her gold shackles back on and fitting her muzzle. Elena tried to stop her, but she was still too weak. The other woman, however, noticed that she was limping.

“What have you done to yourself…?”, she cried. “You’re not supposed to be hurt…!”

She undid the ankle shackles and started massaging Elena’s ankle. Elena flinched.

“You poor thing! You’ve sprained it, and quite well, too. I can’t have you working like that, you might do further damage to it.”

To Elena’s amazement, she was unshackled. The muzzle, however, stayed on.

“I need you to remember you’re property, now”, her tutor said, wrapping a compress round Elena’s ankle. “You’re lucky that I’m the first aid rep at the college; I know exactly what to do about your ankle. Keep the weight off of it, and I’ll drop by later.”

To Elena’s amazement, the woman just got up and left, locking the door as she went.

Elena sat on the bed, sobbing, and frantically tried to undo her muzzle, but it was firmly locked on. She looked more like Zuri than ever, when she looked in the mirror. She even remembered the drawing in her essay with the picture showing Zuri wearing exactly the same muzzle. Why, oh why, had her research been so good…?

Looking round the room that she was now in, she froze in disbelief…

The bed sheets were all African prints; so were most of the carvings and paintings on the walls. Then she saw something. She would have screamed, if she could have. There was paintings of women wearing neck rings…

Elena squirmed and tried to get free as her captor fitted her with the first few neck rings later that evening.

“I’ll start slow with two or three”, she said. “Once your neck has expanded a bit and is used to them, I’ll fit more. Your neck rings look like traditional ones, but they are rather special, actually, I’m rather proud of them. They’ve got GPS trackers built into them, so I’ll never lose you, and every third ring can also act as a shock collar. The one in between of those three does something as well; if you disobey me, I can make it contract; it will keep squeezing your neck until it strangles you, unless I tell it to stop. Also, there is a small explosive charge built in; if you attempt to escape, your head and body part company.”

“Still, you’re never going to do that; Zuri loves me, and I love her.”

Elena shivered in shock; being held prisoner by a madwoman was really scaring her and now she had no chance at all of escaping…

Elena was convinced that the tutor really believed she was Zuri; she kept referring to her essay, making sure that everything was ‘in character’.

Suddenly, the woman kissed her on her muzzle.

“Come on, slave, it’s bedtime.”

She took Elena over to the bed, took off her chastity belt and forced her into bed. She then stripped off and slid in with her.

“I’m sleeping with you tonight”, she said. “It’s your once-a-week treat.”

She then proceeded to have sex with Elena using a strap on. Elena just clutched the sheets and moaned into her muzzle, praying that she’d find some way out of this madhouse…!

After an uncomfortable night in bed where Elena hardly slept at all, the woman arose. To Elena’s amazement, she undid her muzzle.

“Please, let me go!”, Elena cried. “I won’t tell anyone about you!”

“I’m sorry, that’s quite impossible, now, Zuri”, the tutor said, always using her African slave name. “Did you forget about your neck rings? They’re permanent.”

Elena just sobbed and sobbed.

“My life is over…!”, she cried.

“Nonsense!”, the woman said. “You can have a long, productive life with me, in this house. There are many things you can learn; I could do with a cook, for example. I’ve got many beautiful African fabrics for you to wear once you’ve completed your training. You can also learn more about your African heritage.”

“But I’m not African! I was born and raised in New York!”

 “Not anymore you aren’t. DNA tests on you now will confirm that you are African. The suit that I have permanently sealed you into has altered your DNA at the base level. Even if you cut it off now, if that were possible, your body underneath has permanently changed. You are Zuri now! Embrace it!”

Elena, pushed beyond endurance, just lost it. Throwing stuff around the room, she hit the woman as hard as she could, knocking her to the floor. She then screamed as the neck rings triggered…

“Automatic defence system”, the woman said. “Any form of violence against me is punished.”

The woman reset the neck rings using an app on her watch.

“Right. Enough of this nonsense. Come with me now and we’ll get you started on your training. Who knows, you might learn enough and behave enough to have clothes by the end of the week…”

She was chaining Elena back into her golden shackles and chastity belt as she spoke. Elena was too weak to fight her, after being heavily shocked.

She then shuffled along behind her ‘owner’ and started learning the ropes…