Princess Alana

Chapter 5: Becoming a Slave

Friday morning brought the reality of the situation home for Alana. She was totally immobile when she awakened with a pair of female lips pressed against each of her breasts. Both of her captors were sound asleep but Alana quickly remedied that by screaming and bouncing in the bed as much as her bindings would allow.

"You raped me!" she shrieked. "I thought you were my friends and you raped me!"

"Hush girl," said Grace in a soothing voice. "We did nothing of the sort. Did you have a bad dream?"

"That was no dream, you bitch! You raped me!"

"Oh my," replied Grace. "I will admit that there was sex involved, but I would hardly call it rape. After all, you were the only one to climax. Plus, we have your papers."

"What papers?" Alana hissed. She was truly pissed off at this point. She didn't know what had gotten into her the evening before. Maybe they had drugged her. But she was irate now. They had bound her. They had marched her across the yard naked. They had shaved her sex. They had raped her. And they had even raped her virgin bottom. And then, they had the audacity to tie her to their bed and sleep with her! She was no lesbian!

"My dear," said Grace as she squeezed one of Alana's breasts, "you belong to us now. You are mere property."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are our slave. And since today is Kelly's birthday, you will become my birthday present to her. It might be the nicest toy I have ever given her," smiled Grace.

"Slavery is illegal!" insisted Alana.

"Well, yes and no," replied Grace. She paused for a moment before continuing to let Alana settle down a bit. "Forced slavery is illegal. That violates a lot of laws. Voluntary slavery has been seen by the courts as simply the will of consenting adults. And, my dear, you consented. You belong to us."

"You can't be serious!" Alana spit out.

Grace picked up the scroll that lay beside the bed and unrolled it to the appropriate sections. She read the parts about owning body, mind and soul aloud to Alana. And then she rolled down to where Alana had signed her full name on the parchment. Setting the scroll aside, she reached for the remote control and turned on the television and VCR. There, Alana watched in horror as she heard herself. "Oh god I would even do it for real at this point. I am your slave forever if you just let me cum." The words from the tape kept ringing in her ears even after they were far past.

"I think that the courts would consider this a binding contract," smiled Grace. "Now, little pet. We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way. I will enjoy it either way, but you might have a preference."

Alana just collapsed backward onto the bed. If she hadn't been bound so spread out, she probably would have curled up into the fetal position and cried. As it was, she just stared at the ceiling. Kelly laid on her side and propped her head up on her hand, using her other hand to stroke and caress the bound slavegirl. Grace did the same thing and Alana felt fingers teasing and probing and tweaking her breasts, belly and sex.

"How could you, Grace?" asked Alana. "I thought we were friends. I thought you liked me."

"We are friends, love," replied Grace. "And I do like you. Both of us love you. That's why we want to own you.'

"But it's not fair," groaned Alana. "It's not fair to me to steal my life away from me like that."

"Oh, don't work yourself into a fret, little one," said Grace leaning over to kiss Alana's cheek. "We aren't stealing your life. We're enhancing it. Giving it more excitement and stimulation. You were designed to be a slave." To emphasize her point, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the breast nearest her and squeezed it. At the same time, Kelly insinuated her finger into Alana's sex, surprised to find her new property already wet.

"What will become of me?" asked Alana, trying to concentrate and trying to ignore the thrills that were being sent through her body by the fingers of her captors. "What does all of this mean?"

"As I said, sweet Alana," Grace responded, "there is an easy way and there is a hard way. What it all means is up to you. What will become of you is up to you. If you cooperate, then you will have more freedoms. If you don't, then you will have none."

"If I cooperate, then what happens next?"

"Now you are thinking clearly, pet," smiled Grace, giving Alana's breast another squeeze. "Look to the future. Don't fret about the past or what might have been. Well, several things happen next. First, we need to have a birthday party so you can rightfully be given to Kelly." Kelly wiggled her finger excitedly on hearing this, causing Alana to jump slightly within her bonds.

"Then, we will register you. We might even be able to do that tomorrow," Grace went on.

"Register me? Register me as what?"

"As a slave, of course," replied Grace with a look of surprise on her face. It all seemed so obvious to her. "You will be registered with the association. Kelly will receive title documents for you. And then all of the legal i's will be dotted and t's crossed."

"Oh my gosh, this is unbelievable," exclaimed Alana, shaking her head in disbelief. "You've done this before haven't you? You have owned other girls."

"Of course I have, silly," replied Grace. "How else would I have known how to capture you? How else would I know about the association? Of course, it's been a few years since I last owned someone. And I have never owned anyone quite as beautiful as you. Of course, I still don't own anyone as beautiful as you since you belong to my daughter."

"What happened to those girls?"

Grace sighed and kissed Alana again. "Nothing horrible happened, if that's what you are worried about, pet. One met a man who she fell in love with. I released her. Another's mother became ill. So I released her. And I sold two others, but only when they asked to be sold."

"Sold?!?!?!?! You could sell me?" screeched a shocked Alana.

Grace laughed. "Of course I could sell you. Or, more correctly, Kelly could sell you. You are property now."

Alana groaned and then Kelly wiggled her finger again causing Alana to suck in her breath. "But I can't imagine ever selling you. You are too precious to me," piped in Kelly.

"Oh my God! Why did you sell those two?"

"Relax, sweet pet," cooed Grace using her palm to rub over Alana's stiff nipple. "They were a totally different breed than you. They were volunteers and they were pain sluts. And they would every once in awhile ask their current owners to sell them. That was always negotiated into the purchase agreement. They were twins and insisted that they always go as a pair. So when they told me it was time for them to be sold, I took them to the next auction and put them on the block."

"The other two were also volunteers," Grace went on. "But they were direct volunteers. I didn't have to buy them. They stayed while it made sense for both of us and then I released them when it didn't make sense."

"Wow!" was all Alana could say.

"So you see, I have only had four slaves. And all were volunteers. You are my first capture, although I do plan on at least one more capture. Not quite sure what I'll do with that one, though."

"Oh. I had no idea that there were so many types of slaves."

"You have no idea, little one," smiled Grace, leaning over again to nip at a stiff nipple with her teeth. "There are pain sluts," she said as she clamped her teeth together tightly sending jolts of pain through Alana's breast and causing her to shriek again. "There are toilet sluts. I can't picture you doing that. Can you imagine yourself with people peeing into your mouth?"

"Eeeewwwwww!" exclaimed Alana. "That's gross!!!!"

"I agree. It's not you."

"There are ponygirls. Actually, I could picture you as one of those. We'll have to keep that in mind. And then there are pleasure slaves and work slaves. There are the entertainment slaves. Those are ones who simply perform for others. Sometimes, that can be interesting. I have seen entertainment slaves put in really interesting predicaments just for the entertainment of others. Slaves of just about every flavor imaginable."

"And they become slaves in so many interesting ways. Some are just kidnapped. I would not consider you kidnapped, by the way. I like to think of you as seduced and tricked. And some are sold by loved ones. I once borrowed a girl who was sort of sold by her husband. Actually, he entered her into the pot during a poker match. He lost and she became a slave. I knew her new owner and borrowed her for a weekend."

"Then there are the volunteers. They are the safest to deal with. But they just aren't very interesting. They are too eager. Too 'into the scene.' I prefer to introduce someone into the scene. That's where you come in, sweet pea."

Once again, Alana's mind was turned inside out. It was unimaginable that her new friends would hold her prisoner. It was even more unbelievable that they intended to keep her as a prisoner and turn her into a slave and some kind of sex toy. At the same time, she found herself being totally aroused and, in a way, willing to do whatever they wanted. This was not how she intended to spend her week off. She had no plans to become a groveling and whimpering sex slave to two women.

"Am I to be introduced into the scene?"

"Oh my yes," said Grace. "You both will be introduced to it."

"Both?" asked Alana.

Grace laughed. "Well at least two of you will be. And, if I'm lucky, three of you will be. But at the very least, you and Kelly will be introduced to the scene. You have to remember that, while Kelly has witnessed a little bit, she has not been allowed to participate until today. At least, not fully. I guess she did participate in your capture. But that's the extent of it."

"Who's the third?" asked Alana.

"Meredith, of course," replied Grace. "Oh, I keep forgetting. You haven't met her yet. But she lives on the other side of your house from us. And she is just a little living doll. I've had my eyes on her for a couple of years. Now I think I might be able to capture her. But that can wait. First things first. We need to get you tamed."

Alana gulped. "Tamed?"

"Yes, tamed. Tamed and trained. You seem a bit headstrong and I don't want you giving my daughter any troubles. We'll see how the rest of the day goes. Maybe I will have you call in to your office and ask for another week off so that we can send you to a class. We'll just have to see how it works out."

Alana scoffed. She had impeccable manners and there was no way that she needed to be sent to some kind of fork and spoon school. This woman has totally lost her mind!

As Alana and Grace talked, Kelly slipped out of bed and started to gather some of the things that she knew she would need for the first day of ownership. She laid out the leather cuffs and the waist chain. She put an assortment of gags into her little tote so that they would be handy when she needed them. She shook her head as she slipped the stun gun into her bag and remembered how she had told her mother that she wanted nothing to do with things like that when it came to Alana. She wanted a loving slavery. But Grace had insisted, so Kelly dropped the horrid thing into the bag. Clamps and blindfolds and even some shackles for the slave's feet were included until the little tote felt as heavy as Alana's slavery.

Kelly returned to take over from her mother. Grace reluctantly slid out of the bed, releasing the beautiful breast that she had been claiming for the past hour. "I sure hope that Kelly realizes what a sacrifice I am making by giving Alana to her," she thought. "This girl is my perfect slave."

Kelly dropped all of the gear that she had been gathering and slid into bed beside Alana. "Are you as excited as I am?" she asked.

"I don't think so," replied Alana. "How am I supposed to be excited by being kidnapped and raped?"

"Oh jeez," said Kelly. "You weren't kidnapped. Do you think that I kidnapped you when I walked you over to the house?"

"Well, no," responded Alana.

"So when were you kidnapped?"

"Well it wasn't exactly kidnapping. But it wasn't nice. It might be illegal, you know."

"It might be thrilling too," giggled Kelly. "And I still can't believe that you are all mine."

As if she were taking a test drive of a new car, Kelly knelt between Alana's outstretched thighs and leaned forward letting the palms of her hands glide up the slavegirl's belly and chest, over the breasts until she reached the top of Alana's head. At that point, she was laying on top of her slave and she kissed Alana fully on the lips. "I do love you so much, pet."

Alana felt a chill rush down her spine. She had heard Grace calling her pet but she did not remember Kelly using that term. This meant that there was no possibility of convincing Kelly to release her. Kelly seemed to really view her as property.