I almost didn’t notice her at first. It was hard to believe that it had become normal to see women lead around on leashes, naked save for the collars that marked them as slaves. It had been almost a year since the slave laws had gone into effect. Go into debt or break the law and if someone paid enough, you’d be collared and imprinted with slave protocols. You wouldn’t lose your mind, but you couldn’t resist your owner’s will either.

It hadn’t taken long before you saw women being carted off in droves and slaved. The economy wasn’t doing so well, and it was easy to get into debt and hard to get out. That is, unless you got out with a collar around your neck.

Honestly, the slaves made me nervous, not because I was in debt or a criminal. It was just seeing women treated like that. After a while I tried just not looking at them, and just ignore them like they would go away or something.

That was why I almost didn’t see her. I saw the naked flesh and I turned away. Something pulled my eyes back, something familiar. I looked over and gasped.

It was Sofia, naked and collared. She was my younger sister’s friend, and I knew she couldn’t be more than 19. She was standing beside a tall suited man with her leash dangling between them. She was smiling, her light brown hair fluttering over her shoulders as she waited. It was hard not looking down to see that she’d received a standard slave ‘upgrade’ of large soft breasts and a clean-shaven pussy.

I stood there stunned for a moment. Sofia was too young to be slaved. I wondered if I was mistaken, but she was just a perfect match to the girl I knew. I couldn’t help myself from stepping over to her and the man holding her collar.

Sofia saw me walking closer and she smiled. “Hi, Louise!”

“Sofia?” I gasped as the tall man turned to take notice of what his slave had just done.

“Who are you?” He asked coldly as he met my eyes.

“Who am I? Who are you? How did you slave Sofia?” I stammered, my natural defensiveness trying to drive him back. Sofia giggled.

“You didn’t hear?” He laughed. He looked down at Sofia.

“Oh Louise, the college had some big debts, and well they had to like sell off the students.” Sofia explained. “It was like crazy, everyone trying to escape until the police came in and started tazing everyone. I almost got out, but then someone got me from behind. When I woke up I was collared and imprinted. Then Master John bought me and gave me these.”

I winced as Sofia thrust her massive new tits out to emphasize just what her new owner had done. I couldn’t see an ounce of conflict in Sofia’s face as she stood in front of me jiggling her massive new endowment.

“But she’s only 19!” I stammered as the man looked me over.

“Indeed, and you’re interfering with a licensed slave without prior consent.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. His words sank in slowly before I started to move back, and by then he’d zapped me through my shirt on my upper arm.

“What did you do?” I growled as he grabbed onto my arm. I felt a strange tingling from where he’d used the device. I tried to pull away, but he held me firm as I started to feel a bit light headed.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over in a moment, the new nanites are very efficient. I’m claiming you as a new slave.” He stated calmly as I felt a sudden rush of heat race between my legs.

“No!” I whimpered as I felt the heat turn into a sudden boil. God, I was going to be a slave! The very thought made me even hotter. I’d heard about the imprinting, but I’d never imagined it could be so intense. Even considering resistance started to make my stomach turn. It was wrong to resist!

“Please!” I cried as I felt the new rules of my life settling into my head. It was so artificial, but so real, so solid. I didn’t want to give in, but the very core of my willpower was being quickly chained inside my head. I was a slave, this man’s slave, and there was no other choice.

I stood still for a moment. The heat between my legs was all but ready to melt through me as the chains of my imprinting locked into place. I stopped resisting him. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. In fact, I couldn’t do much beyond letting the new protocols sink into me. It didn’t take me long to realize what I needed to do.

“Please, master, can you let go of this slave’s arm so that she can remove her clothes?” I looked up at John with almost pleading eyes. Slaves didn’t wear clothes, at least not unless her owner wished it. I realized that I hadn’t asked John if he wished me to wear clothes.

“Of course, Louise. I look forward to seeing my new slave.” He smiled and pulled his hand away. I didn’t waste any time. In the middle of a busy sidewalk with dozens of people stopping to watch, I reached down and unbuckled my jeans. I dropped the belt onto the ground without a thought as I quickly unbutton the fly and then slid them down my creamy white thighs. In one motion I pulled off my sneakers and slid my feet out of one leg of my jeans and then repeated the same smooth motion for the other side, leaving my jeans, socks and shoes in a pile next to my feet.

“Very nice legs.” John stated as I stood back up and grabbed the bottom edge of my T-shirt. I flushed at the compliment as I quickly pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it onto the ground as well. Now I was standing in only a pair of pink panties and a plain white bra. I wanted to slow down, to be embarrassed, to feel something other than raging arousal, but I couldn’t. As soon as the shirt slipped from my fingers I reached behind my back and unbuckled my bra. Then just as smoothly as I’d pull off every other bit of clothing, I let the cups fall free of my breasts and slide onto the pile next to me. Then I stopped, standing naked, my nipples hard from arousal, my panties dripping with my juices as a small crowd watched my descent from a free woman to a slave.

“Would master enjoy the honor of removing the last pair of panties this slave will ever wear?” I smiled up at him, shuddering with need and fighting inside just to feel an ounce of horror.

“Oh, I would, Louise.” He smiled as he looked me over. I knew he must be enjoying it. I’d never lacked for male interest. I had a nice rack and a slightly curvy figure, and now it was all his to enjoy. “Now why don’t you walk over to that bank window right there, lean forward so that your face is just in front of the glass with your legs spread and your ass up.”

“Yes Master!” I squealed with a sudden eagerness to comply and followed his orders to the letter. My pussy was quivering eagerly as I thrust my ass into the air. I looked up and could see that everyone in the bank had paused to watch me, to watch a slave being broken in by her new owner. My nipples tingled with arousal at the very thought. I wanted to be embarrassed, even humiliated, but the only emotion that I could muster was lust!

“It looks like you’re a little wet.” John laughed as he slid a hand over my ass and between my legs. I let out a long stammering breath as he slid his fingers along the outline of my nether lips. I fought to hold myself steady for him.

“Yes Master, this slave’s pussy is eager to be used!” I moaned as he explored my previously private anatomy. Then, without any more ceremony, he grabbed onto the waist of my panties and gave them a firm tug. I blinked as I felt them torn from me, the last symbol of my freedom, of my independence. From now on my body was my owner’s, to be used and enjoyed as he saw fit.

His fingers returned to my pussy lips again, sliding along their slick folds before slipping between them. “You have a very nice looking pussy, Louise, and you’ve trimmed it nicely. But I think I’ll have Sofia shave you when we get home.”

“Thank you, Master! This slave will love having a hairless cunt!” I replied, quivering as another bit of my slavery slid home. I’d always liked having a nicely trimmed bush, but now the thought of being fully shaved for him made my cunt quiver. He laughed from behind me as I heard his pants dropping to the ground. I knew it wasn’t going to be long now.

“Indeed, and now, let me properly introduce myself.” He grunted as he slid his cock up against my nether lips. I quivered, eager to be filled as the bulging tip rubbed against me. He took a moment, letting the head of his prick sit nestled between my wet nether lips. I looked back up at the window, the room of people watched as I was about to have my pussy broken in as a slave. For a moment I felt myself blushing a deep bright red, my true feelings breaking through for a moment just as he thrust forward.

“Oh master! Oh yes, Master!” I squealed as loud as I could as I felt his cock drive into me. My tight pussy lips wrapped around his shaft as he thrust his hardness into me. He felt so huge! I’d never felt a cock this big, and my pussy strained as he pushed deeper. The walls of my pussy were being stretched to the limit, and I was in heaven. “Deeper, Master, deeper! This slave wants her pussy stuffed full of Master’s huge cock!”