Tracey did find it ironic that the way she was escaping becoming a slave herself was to make for for the bombastic supplier of hard worker and buckle down equipment in the country helping to develop new style of making it sluttish to subjugate adult female.

Luckily she was born brainy and had secured a job in the laboratory of Slave-X two year ago. She was twenty three now and the break one's back age was XVIII to thirty and as she was a busty pretty blonde she knew she was prime of life slave material and if she did n't have this job that 's probably what she would be by now.

The distaff slaveholding Act had been made law five class earlier and was now big business with around 50 per centum of the distaff population of striver age legally registered as hard worker and the politics was always trying to increase that number.

Female slaveholding was big business simply because it played into every mans fancy of owning a beautiful girl, being her master and literally doing whatever he wanted to her. A slave was a mortal with no human being right field and if you wanted to sexually torture her to death who cared, that was your right, the police certainly weren't interested. What you did with your belongings was your business.

Of course most men bought a girl for sex, simple as that, some were bought to exercise but by far the absolute majority were sex toys. They were cheap and disposable and plentiful. A newly registered slave was sold off at populace vendue twice a week down the slave processing centres all over town. Once she was bought from auction though she could be bought and sold many times over privately a great deal like a car only much cheaper.

As the turn of striver increased the Leontyne Price fell and an medium looking slave could be yours for a X nowdays, the prettier ace a few pounds more. That 's why the government was always trying to increase the number of slaves for sale, falling cost meant lower tax income so try to repair by selling more fille. It was good clientele sense. There were rumor that slavery would be compulsory for all fille at some phase in the future and Tracey did n't doubt it.

She had mixed feelings about that, why should half the country 's universe become the former half's plaything but on the other helping hand she had to intromit the persuasion of becoming a slave herself was exciting. She knew it should n't be and it would probably wrick out to be a frightful existence in reality but in truth she did n't have lots experience with men and the mentation of being a mans sexual plaything did name her snatch wet every prison term she thought about it !

Her job currently involved working in the company labs wearing a livid coat and working on a new devoicer spray the company was developing. It was actually being problematic, the spray they were testing either devoiced the test girl for four minute or permanently. Being devoiced permanently was n't a job, some owner liked the estimate of that, but four second was much too short circuit to temporarily devoice them. Some possessor liked to pick up their little girl scream when they hurt them etc. and so did not want them devoiced permanently but they wouldn't want to spray her every four minutes either. So she was currently working on how to stretch out the devoicer spray to prospicient than four minutes but not create it permanent wave. She was n't having much luck at the moment and she knew her manful bosses were starting to ask questions, the pressure was mounting !

As part of her job she needed a unceasing supply of girlfriend to essay the atomiser on. The company had reached a hatful with a local slave centre where their stock could be used as test subjects and then returned to the heart and soul, devoiced or not.

The one provision was that Tracey had to go down to the marrow to collect the girls. It was only a few hundred yards away and Tracey made the trip-up twice a week returning with a 12 au naturel girls each time.

A lady friend could n't own another girl so Tracey was an strange sight with her company of slaves behind her and she often felt uncomfortable about it, especially the girls nudity. slave were always kept naked, a power thing for their owner and a way of showing off their charms to a perspective owner. It was also a way of determining if she was a slave, if the girl was naked in a public berth she was a slave, uncomplicated as that.

It was now commonplace to see nude girls in public, indeed you only had to go to the shopping shopping centre on a Sat and it would be broad of bare girls as possessor walked their slaves around showing them off. It was still an unusual sight though to see a fully clothed girlfriend like Tracey leading a dozen naked girls back to the lab.

Of course the sojourn to the hard worker centre was an ordeal for Tracey anyway. She was often made to hold back for her order of girls and waiting by yourself in a slave centre was an embarrassing time. She was fascinated by what was going on around her as she waited, girls being bought in, stripped naked and entered onto a computer.

To become a hard worker a female child could either offer herself and demonstrate herself at a slave processing eye or she could be registered against her will by any man who knew her. Fathers, Brother, uncles, gaffer etc. literally any male person who knew her name. She had often seen girls bought into the centre while she waited, crying and begging the man with them not to do it but to no service, she was quickly registered as a slave and carted off to the auction pens awaiting cut-rate sale. On the other hand she had seen raft of daughter volunteering themselves to be registered and seemingly happy and excited at the view of slavery. It was a busy home !

On more than one social occasion she 'd been asked what she was doing while she waited and whether or not she was there to volunteer. The whole thing was incredibly exciting to Tracey and the little girl who asked her seemed to pick up on her submissiveness and tried to promote her into registering. There was even one memorable sentence when she was standing waiting and one of the distaff employees started teasing her about volunteering herself when a man who had been listening came over and interrupted,

"I 'll register her if she doesn't do it."

Even the employee was surprised for a 2d but then giggled,

"Of line Sir, lets get her on the books."

Both of them were practically rubbing their work force in anticipation but at just that moment her slave arrived and she was allowed to walk out with them still a free lady friend but she knew it would have been a different story if the girls had arrived 5 second later !

The construction she worked in was a immense innovative quickness with all mod cons one of which was a gym on the tenth flooring. The company employed around 1000 people, 70 % of which were female person. Of those 700 women probably 80 % were slaves and of those free charwoman probably only 20 of them used the gym on a even foundation. The slaves used it constantly, it was compulsory for them, all the time the company owned them it wanted it 's slaves to be fit and healthy and wo betide any girl who put weight unit on.

Because of this the gym was usually total of slaves and they worked out hard. Not that they had any selection, over watching them at all times were a serial of men who pushed them to work out even difficult. Tracey did go to the gym herself, a loose girl in there was slightly unusual but it was a free gym so why not. She kinda liked it that the save girls around her worked strong, it spurred her on. Of course the slave girls were all naked all the time and whereas Tracey wore normal gym train. She often found herself staring at a wellspring rounded naked bottom opposite or a parted pussy and was often embarrassed when somebody saw her looking.

As mentioned there was always a man or two in the gym working the girls hard and they were often surprised to see a clothed girl in with them, some were even resentful and angry as if she had no right hand to be there but Tracey ignored their stares and go on with working out. It was quite a thrill she had to take being surrounded by au naturel slave girls and when she joined their aerophilic social class she knew her kitty-cat was wet as she struggled to go on up with the slave as the men taking the division shouted educational activity at the class.

Of course of study the one area that caused most job was the cascade, she had to loot nude with the other girls and mix in with them. They were open exhibitor, bunch rain shower I believe they are called, a row of eight shower heads in a row and usually anything up to twenty young lady under them all squeezed together washing themselves. Up to now Tracey was distinct as a free girl simply because she was wearing clothes. Now she was just another naked pussy just like all the others and she was easily mistakable as a slave.

There was usually a man or two in the exhibitor room with them keeping an eye on them to make sure they did n't dawdle. Usually they had seen Tracey taking her gym kit off before she entered the showers and knew her status but occasionally a man would come in five mo later and all he saw was a mass of raw slaves washing themselves, Tracey was just another one to him and that idea turned her on enormously.

She was often shouted at with the other girls and the H2O turned to cold quite often with input like,

"We are not wasting hot piddle on your cunts."thrown around.

She always received a beat look or input when she got out of the shower, dried herself and got dressed, her dead on target status being revealed. She did be intimate those here and now though in the exhibitioner when to all extents and determination she was just another slave. The risk that one day a man would not let her get dressed and be angry at her deception was always there but she loved the risk.

So her life continued, she worked ten hours a day at the lab and she knew time was running out on her stream projection. The company was demanding not only a permanent devoicer spray but also a impermanent one, one that lasted longer than4 minutes, more like an hour. No matter how hard she worked though she could n't look to check the four minute mark. Even her male colleagues used to joke with her that slavedom was just around the street corner for her if she could n't crack it and she knew they were probably ripe !

She thought that moment had come one day when she was summoned into the managers business office. She had to stand in battlefront of his desk, headway bowed, while he shouted at her but instead of slavedom he told her they were giving her a little more time and that from that night she would be allowed to subscribe to a slave home with her so that she could keep on with her work there. Tracey was in two idea regarding this, her home was a midget one bedroom flat, a bit of a kettle of fish to be fair but it was all she could afford, girls earnings had been cut dramatically since the slavery act had been brought in. She also did n't think she could do much real number employment there, after all she had no equipment at habitation.

She also did n't know how she would get on with a naked slave in her flat, being in such proximity with one, she was n't a bossy girl and having another girl there could be intimating. On the other hand she wasn't being made a slave herself, well not yet anyway, so she left the office all grateful thanking the man profusely for his understanding and patience.

An minute later she was stood in front of a defenseless twelve slaves all looking at her nonplus and expectant. In the end she picked a pretty blond with big booby called Emily to hold home. She realised after that she had probably picked her because they looked alike, they could almost be sisters.

From the start Emily proved to be a job for Tracey though. Her flat really was tiny and she found it intimating and overbearing with the bare girl there. Her nudeness intimated Tracey and Emily seemed to clear this and played to it. Despite the fact that she was a break one's back Emily had a haughty air about her, a ranking way and Tracey found herself feeling More and more submissive to her.

The first night Tracey had thought long and hard about where Emily should sleep and in the end decided that the base of her bed was the best home. She could sleep horizontally across the fanny of the bed while Tracey would try not to dig her with her feet. Again it was embarrassing having a raw young lady laying at your human foot but she did eventually fall asleep only to ignite when the alarm went off to find that Emily was now in the bed with her, snuggled up close ! A new wave of superfluity hit her as she felt Emily 's naked tit against her vertebral column and she almost jumped out of bed and ordered Emily to make them both breakfast while she showered.

Tracey was not bi, she could find out other girls cute and sexy but she had no desire to sleep with them in that way. She knew that as a knuckle down Emily would of quite happily spent hr with her head between Tracey 's peg eating her own limited form of breakfast and Tracey would no dubiety of enjoyed it but Emily was here to be a tryout field, simple as that and any intimate games were completely off the agenda.

She did take to save telling herself that though as she found herself admiring Emily 's well rounded sound breasts and shapely bottom to a greater extent and more often over the next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Days in which Emily wheedled herself into Tracey 's life sentence deeper and deeper.

The literal tests of the nebuliser took place an hr or so every Nox soon after Tracey got home from study. They were a wasteland of time as she feared, after all once it wore off after the common four second what was she supposed to do, she was in a small flat, not a lab. She found herself spending near nights just chatting to Emily much as she would a admirer rather than a kept woman and slave relationship.

Emily was by now openly sleep with her in her bed, getting in when Tracey did and wrapping her arms around her and snuggling up tight. Something Tracey found endearing. Tracey slept naked so both daughter were naked in the bed together, although there was still cipher overtly sexual between them Tracey had to let in liking the fact the she was naked in bed with another girl.

Then one day after Emily had been there a hebdomad Tracey was making tea for both of them and realised she did n't birth any milk. Cursing she quickly handed Emily a one pound coin and told her to run to the street corner shop and buy some milk. Now normally a slave would do as she was told without a here and now vacillation but Emily moaned about how cold and dark it was outside etc. For a bit Tracey almost took the money back off her and was preparing to go herself when she suddenly realised Emily 's condition in life history and insisted she went and did the errand which with a scowl on her aspect Emily eventually did.

While she was out Tracey sat in front of her telly and thought about what she had just done, sent a pretty girl out in the dark naked and unprotected. She was damn sure she herself would n't of walked to the shop without a stitch on !

Ten minutes later Emily was back clutching the milk and shivering with the cold. Tracey knew she was making a big hand of it all but she did say,

"It must be eldritch walking around in world with nada on."

Emily looked at her and shrugged,

"You get used to it, all slaves are naked, we do n't have a choice."

"Yes I know but I do n't remember I could do it, walking around naked where people could see me."Tracey giggled nervously.

"I bet you could,"Emily grinned,"you 've got a lovely body, you should show it off more."

Tracey blushed a mystifying red which Emily noticed and grinned slyly at but nothing more was said that night.

The next morning was a Saturday and Tracey was having a lay in, Emily was already up doing some cleansing in the nude statue as usual when all of a sudden the door bell rang. Tracey instinctively groaned and buried her head under the duvet, it was too betimes for visitors on a Sabbatum. She was dimly aware that Emily had answered the door and was happily chatting to whoever it was. She was hoping Emily would get rid of them but she suddenly came bustling into the sleeping accommodation and hissed that it was the paper boy and he wanted some money to pay his bill.

Tracey groaned and quickly pulled the continental quilt off her and got out of bed and ran over to the side board where she kept her purse. The only thing she had in there was a ten pound promissory note so she quickly handed it to Emily and told her to fall in it to him.

"You go and give it to him yourself, he 's in the lounge, remember what I said about showing yourself off more, now is a good time."she grinned naughtily at Tracey who was in no mood to be told what to do by some uppity slave but on the other mitt the boy was waiting and the idea was deliciously naughty.

"Fine."Tracey snapped wondering if she was really going to do this, the paper boy knew her by mountain and would automatically mean she was now a slave but raising all her courage and wishing she had time to look in a mirror first she stepped out of the chamber and into the lounge.

To say the boy looked startled would be an understatement and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the arrant naked Tracey facing him and she was sure she was suddenly going to fall back her courage and build a bolt for it but Emily came up behind her blocking her leakage route back to the bedroom.

"I only have this."she said handing the boy the ten and she laughed amused as he took it off her and started rummaging around for change to contribute her obviously flustered by her nudity so blatantly displayed to him.

Tracey for her portion was still embarrassed by the altogether matter but she was also excited and she knew her pussy was damp. The boy eventually handed her the alteration and as Emily slunk fully into the elbow room so that he now had two au naturel miss to wait at he nervously said,

"Where is your two girls owner then ?"

A sudden spasm of excitement stab through Tracey at the idea of the fact that he obviously thought of her as a hard worker with an owner.

"He 's out right now but wo n't be long."Emily said,"do you want to wait for him ?"

"He should have intercourse better than to go forth two young lady like you two unattended, or at least chain you up or something, it 's not right that you are left disengage to roam around the house."

His Word of God excited Tracey no end, it was usurious that a boy as young as him thought the way that he did but a turn on as well and she found herself meekly standing in movement of him nodding her head with Emily at the hypnotism that they should be chained up.

With a terminal look at their let out bodies he left and Tracey immediately turned on Emily.

"How dare you make me expose myself like that."she snapped.

"brand you ? You wanted to show yourself off, you loved it."Emily snapped back draining nearly of the choler from Tracey as she knew the slave was right.

"He thinks I 'm a slave now."she said with much infirm ira than before.

"So what if he does, he 's only the composition boy."Emily retorted and all the choler left Tracey and she giggled,

"Did you see his eyes bulging ?"

"He could n't take his centre off you, I told you you had a great body."Emily laughed and Tracey suddenly realised she was still naked and quickly walked to the bedroom to get dressed. Emily followed her and watched as Tracey covered herself up sighing philosophically as Tracey was fully dressed.

"It really is a commiseration to track yourself up like that, you should get naked more often, who cares if people see you."

"I do n't call up so, I 've done my showing off thank you, I wont be doing any more."Tracey replied.

"We 'll see"Emily grinned enigmatically.

Tracey would like to say she resisted but it did pass off again of course and only a day or two later with more dangerous result. This time it was the window cleaner that came for his money and once again Emily showed him into the flat and more or less pushed the naked Tracey out to face him. This time though it was n't an embarrassed shy boy she was showing off to but a grown man who liked what he saw and decided to have some fun with it !

Once she had shown herself naked to the man, an heavy satyr that Tracey had always tried to avoid previously, she could n't refuse him anything, after all she was a striver in his middle and within a moment she was knelt in front of him sucking his smelly prick for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. She would n't say she enjoyed the actual act but she loved the humiliation of it especially as the very slave, Emily, was standing beside her grin as she watched. It got even worse though because once the man had shot his consignment down Tracey's pharynx he decided he wanted some pussy and five second later he was deep inside Tracey pounding away and as a delighted Emily squealed,

"roll in the hay the bitch, fuck her hard, use that cunt"and lyric to that effect.

Now Tracey's experience of sex had been fairly limited over the class, for certain she 'd had some fumblings but generally her work had been her lover so it was an eye untier to find herself being fucked, especially as he was heeding Emily 's advice and trying to do it as hard as possible !

She was almost disappointed when he came bass inside her and she moaned when he withdrew from her and repulsed when he proceeded to pass over the remnants of his cum in her hair and wiped his cock clean with it.

"fountainhead that 's a expert mornings work, the visor paid and some free slit."he laughed as he stood looking down at the naked Tracey at his feet.

Neither young woman said anything although Emily giggled.

"I 'll be back next week for some more that 's for sure."he sneered and left after giving Tracey a quick rush in the side which really hurt.

Tracey spent the following day wondering how she felt about everything. The window cleaner was a man she had seen around and talk to once or twice but she would n't of looked at him twice normally and yet she 'd paraded naked in front of him, sucked him off and let him fuck her ! Part of her was ashamed at her demeanor and yet another persona had been so excited it had overruled the ashamed part and enjoyed it all.

She was also embarrassed by Emily 's part in it all, although she had n't needed much pushing it was Emily who had pushed her and her who had been encouraging the man to use her intemperate. Emily seemed to be the push force and now two people thought she was a slave, two people who knew where she lived !

This was threatening to get out of bridge player and yet why did she hope that Emily might advertise her into something else soon !

The Christmas party was coming up soon. With no partner to take she was n't looking forward to it. Nevertheless she was charge one nighttime to come home from employment clutching her new party dress and she made a big stir about putting it on and admiring herself in the chamber mirror. Emily was there helping her and she smiled as she admired Tracey,

"You look so pretty gentlewoman I wish I could try on a new dress just once more."she said wistfully.

Tracey looked at her sad grimace and then laughed,

"I do n't see why not, after all it 's just us two here."

Emily squealed in joy and for the next time of day the two of them had a giant of a prison term trying on different getup. Emily had been a hard worker for eight months and in that fourth dimension had never been allowed to wear anything at all and now she was loving it and feeling like a lilliputian young woman as she tried the outfit on. Tracey was enjoying having girly fun as well and both young lady were giggling and laughing. Tracey never was sure if it was by fortuity or intent but when they finished their little game of attire up Emily was fully dressed and Tracey was naked. She gave a spooky jape and commented on the function turnaround and said if someone knocked on the door now they would think that Tracey was the slave and Emily the mistress.

"Oh that would be fun would n't it."Emily giggled and Tracey giggled with her although she had her doubts about how often fun it would be.

"We should holler for a pizza and let the pizza guy see us."

"Oh I 'm not so trusted about that."Tracey squeaked experience very diffident but knowing her puss was moistening at the prospect.

"Oh do n't be so silly, you did n't complain before when you showed yourself off, you loved it."Emily laughed picking up the phone.

Tracey knew that she should be stopping her but instead she stood by as Emily ordered a pizza and gave their computer address out.

"Right it 's on it 's way, let 's hope it 's a guy delivering it,"she said hanging up the phone, If he asks your the slave and I 'm your mistress while my married man is away OK."

Tracey nodded her mind and got a"good Girl"back from Emily which for some zany reason turned her on even more. She knew she should n't be allowing this, to many people were starting to think of her as a slave. She had looked up the penalization for impersonating a slave the other day and it was either life in prison or being registered as a hard worker for the repose of your living, serious stuff !

She sat nervously awaiting the pizza while Emily on the other manus kept admiring her dressed self in the mirror excitedly. Finally the doorbell rang and as directed Tracey went and opened it with the common belief of overplus and excitement in rival cadence. Standing there holding a pizza pie box was a pimply spring chicken who 's uneven face broke into a wide smile once he saw the naked Tracey standing in the threshold. She invited him in and he was well-chosen to comply, his smile faltering slightly as he saw the clothed Emily standing there.

He rather unnecessary announced he had their pizza and laid the box on the coffee table in front of him while Emily picked up Tracey 's bag and started rummaging through it. The roast center hardly left Tracey 's soundbox as she did so and Tracey had to admit being creeped out by the guy, even more then paper boy and window cleaner.

Emily seemed to be taking old age to find any money and probably to give out the ice Thomas More than anything the younker said.

"Is she yours ?"Nodding at Tracey.

"Well my husband but I 'm looking after her while he 's away."Emily laughed casually.

"fountainhead she 's a nice one, is she for sale ?"he asked casually.

Tracey stiffened, this was n't section of the batch !

"wellspring your right she is a dependable one but distinctive hubby he never completed her registration before he went away, he will do it next week when he gets back."Emily giggled hardly fazed at the question.

"Oh that 's not a problem, I have an App on my phone that lets you register new female child, it 's all very prompt and easy."he grinned as he fished for his phone.

Tracey was now seriously alarmed, what was she to do, she was impersonating being a hard worker right now and she knew the penalization for that.

"Really ? What will they think of next."Emily giggled.

"Oh yes, it 's dead easy, I 've used it to register a few female child already and sold them on, made a few quid too,"he laughed,"the girlfriend weren't too glad but who cares, this one will sell easily as well, I 'll make you a good offer for her."he grinned.

Tracey looked at Emily with a concern smell on her brass but Emily pointedly ignored her and instead grinned,

"How about £50 ?"

"That 's a bit outrageous, she 's good but not that honorable, how about £25."he replied casually.

"£30 but only if you register her first."Emily came back with and to Tracey 's alarm she saw the man nod his head word and he shook mitt with Emily before holding his phone up.

"What 's her fully name and day of the month of giving birth ?"he asked.

She had only told Emily her engagement of birth yesterday in loose confab and now Emily reeled it off for the man without a care in the macrocosm and the man entered it into his phone.

"I need her NI telephone number as well, there 's too many Kate Smith 's on the data base."he shrugged and Tracey 's hope soared as she knew Emily would n't know that. She did n't have a go at it it herself but she knew it was on her payslips neatly tucked into her underclothing drawer in her bedroom.

"I do n't know that right now, is it really necessary ?"Emily replied knowing the answer already.

"I 'm afraid so, this matter good but when it hits a Joseph Smith or Jones it needs more info to get working."he shrugged.

"Well it looks like the mass off then."Emily said dejectedly, completely the opposite to Tracey 's mood.

After paying for the pizza he left and Tracey tore into Emily who for her part excused it all as a joke. Then she dropped a bomb shell,

"I could of sold you anyway if I wanted to, I know where you hold open your pay strip do n't you worry,"

All of a sudden Tracey 's anger drained from her and she was once again excited, she could have been sold to the pizza pie man, how exciting was that. He no doubtfulness would have had his fun with her and then sold her on, God knows where she would of ended up.

"I should write the number down for side by side clip and get you off my men for good."Emily snapped.

Crazily Tracey found herself apologizing for being angry and desperately trying to placate the slave. It was all mad, she was apologizing for almost being sold by her own slave !

It seemed to work though and soon Emily was calm again and Tracey was back to thinking how stimulate it had been standing naked in front of the pizza guy being sold as if she was a piece of music of livestock which she knew of row that lady friend increasingly were.

living carried on over the future few days, work continued to be as annoying as ever and as far as she knew the political boss had even forgotten that she had Emily at home, certainly null was ever mentioned of it. It was loudly announced on the staff noticeboard that eighty percent of the company's distaff faculty were now slaves with a sheer big alphabetic character statement,

Come on Guys, let 's try and make it 100 % by Christmas

Noel was three month away and Tracey wondered what the rid girls working for the company thought of that, including her. The future looked bleak !

Emily was basically sitting at domicile while Tracey worked, she now had wide access to Tracey 's press and spent more than and more than time dressed in Tracey 's clothes. She had even gleefully told Tracey one night that she had gone down the shops that day dressed in one of Tracey 's garb. In a way that did n't particularly trouble Tracey but what Emily said next certainly did bother her.

"Oh I bumped into the neighbor Mrs bedchamber as well, had a good old chat,"she laughed,"God that womanhood can chitchat for England, a in good order nosey parker as well, apparently she 'd heard there were two slaves living in your house now, no I told her, only one slave."

Tracey was startled as Emily was dressed when Mrs Chambers saw her she would feign that Tracey was the striver and Mrs Chambers was well known for being the biggest chin-wag in town, she could n't master her anger and blurted out,

"You dazed girl, she will recall I 'm the slave then."

for a second Emily just grinned and then giggled,

"Oh yes your rightfulness, well you 'd break play along then, you know the penalization for pretending to be a striver and she said she was going to tell everyone she knew, she said it was about clock time individual put you in your place."

Tracey had fallen out with Mrs bedchamber recently over something petty and she knew that was the form of thing she would say and she probably would separate everyone she knew, which was a lot of people, this was getting out of manus, she 'd scoot the newspaper publisher boy, been fucked by the window dry cleaner and nearly sold to the pizza guy and now her gossipy old neighbour thought she was a slave !

"Oh and she 's invited me to a party she 's having at her plaza Saturday night, you do n't mind if I go do you ?"Emily smiled sweetly,"apparently practically the whole neighbour goon is going, well the important ones anyway, throw me a chance to meet everyone and get to hump them, deliver a good chat."

Tracey was shocked, she 'd never been invited to one of Mrs Chambers parties before, what would Emily chat to these people about, she was only a slave after all although Mrs Chambers did n't know that !

"Of course you go, have fun."she managed to blurt out seeing Emily 's questioning look.

"Oh great, I haven't been to a company for ages."Emily squealed excitedly.

Of course you have n't your a slave. Tracey thought silently.

"I would adopt you but it could be dangerous for you, most of the guests already think your a slave and they all will by the end of the Night, and well you know what some men are liable to do with knuckle down girls."she shrugged her articulatio humeri smiling.

Tracey hated the way Emily was smiling at her, all patronising and insincere but not being able to think of some witty replication she smiled as well and simply said thanks and then got on with cooking the dinner, another of Emilys job that she somehow found herself doing nowdays.

Saturday came and she found herself meddling doing Emily 's hair and make up for her. She must allow she did look stunning when she finally left for the party and despite herself she could n't go to bed until Emily got home. When she did stumble through the door Tracey noticed that it was gone 2a.m and that Emily was salute, very drunk. She seemed to take had a good time though and between the drunken giggles she managed to get out of her that she 'd care everyone and they had liked her.

"Everyone seemed to like you too though,"she slurred,"All the men seemed to sleep together you, a few called you that big titted bimbo,"she giggled,"they 're all glad your a hard worker now, some of them said they might do round of drinks soon and have some fun with you if that was alright by me, I said of course of instruction it was."she laughed sleepily.

"But I 'm not a slave."she pointed out.

"Oh well I told everyone at the party you were and you 'd never pretend who was there, that prissy newspaper publisher boy, he was individual's son or something and he backed me up, so you may as well be a slave."she said dismissively, her eyes almost closed.

Tracey knew Emily was right, with the paper boy there to back her chronicle up what fortune did she give, she would definitely deliver to lay low for a while !

Emily had other program for her of course and they started the next morning. Both girls were still naked in bed when the unmistakeable dissonance of the ice cream van came down the road, it 's brisk jingle blasting them both awake. Emily moaned, her sore question obviously upset by the noise, and blinking herself awake she pulled the eiderdown off them both and slapped Tracey 's exposed prat,

"Come on lazy bones, get up and go and get me an ice cream, I really picture one."

The harsh smacking had jolted Tracey awake even if the vans jangle had n't and she wearily got out of the bed and reached for her dressing robe but before she had a hazard to put it on Emily, who had been watching her, merrily said,

"Oh no you do n't princess, it 's about sentence you showed yourself off outside."

Tracey stood beside the bed in shock looking down at her, surely she was joking, she could n't imagine walking out of the two-dimensional into the public street without a stitch on !

"But they will think I 'm a slave."she protested waving her weapon system around to stand for everyone.

"They already do after conclusion night, I made sure of that, now get your bare keister out there and get me an ice cream, anyway I bet everyone out there has seen a naked slave fille before."

A large part of Tracey hated Emily right now but a great share knew that she was right, although undoubtedly a huge footmark for her she would be just another defenseless striver little girl outside. Could she do it though, her head shouted no but her kitty call yes with an equally loud voice.

"Go on then, what are you waiting for."Emily prompted from the bed and and taking a oceanic abyss breathing time she abandoned her reach for her nightgown and grabbed her purse instead and strode out of the bedroom without a backwards glance, reached the front door, hesitated, and then turned the door node and opened it and walked out into the cheery outside without a stitch on.

Blinking in the bright sun she saw that the van had parked one hundred M away and it already had a small crew of rouse kids around it with their slightly less excited parents standing a few human foot back watching.

Not believing she was doing this she walked briskly towards the van hideously embarrassed and incredibly excited in peer standard. To her it seemed like every pair of middle in the locality were on her naked body as she crossed the street and joined the queue at the van. Although she was the only adult in the waiting line and certainly the only stark naked one in the area there were plenty of grown ups admiring her as she waited.

To make her ordeal speculative the queue was moving very slowly and she had to suffer there for all to see for some clip and then it happened,

"hello Tracey, so the narration are true."she heard a woman's voice say and she looked to her right and saw Judy Jones standing a few feet away and smiling at her. She was a cleaning woman she did n't really bed but exchanged pleasantries with when they saw each other, a pretty middled aged woman above bondage age who always had an annoying substance abuse of making Tracey spirit like she was looking down on her. She was probably at the political party last night and had heard the stories and now the evidence was standing in figurehead of her.

Tracey did n't really reply, just smiled and kept her school principal bowed looking at the ground which had suddenly become very interesting.

"I 've always thought you 'd crap prime slave material what with that cute body of yours, I can see why some of the men in conclusion night were talking about paying you a visit now."she laughed blatantly looking Tracey up and down. Tracey felt like she had to say something but all she could finagle was,

"Thank you."

"Oh don't thank me, thank the men after they have finished with you although from the way they were talking there wo n't be practically leftfield of you to do that."she laughed gaily as if she was discussing the atmospheric condition,"indeed Frank Roberts said he was going to puddle those large breasts of yours into pocketbook, wo n't that be fun."she giggled.

"Wo n't that be fun !"having her mammilla cut off and turned into a purse, that did n't seem like fun to Tracey. Still staring at the ground she did n't say a word though and Judy said,

"I 'm going to make a few phone call option to recount everyone it 's all true and then you can expect a sojourn Missy."she laughed and turned and started walking away holding her earphone to her ear but before she did Tracey was aware that she was taking a few photos of her. Great now there were photos of her defenseless in world, evidence that she was pretending to be a slave !

She was brought back to the exhibit by reaching the strawman of the waiting line and the ice cream man leering at her and asking what she wanted. She suddenly realised that she did n't take a clew and just said the first thing that came into her straits, a simple ice cream cone. Taking it from the man she quickly crossed the road just wanting to get back indoors as quick as possible and she breathed a huge sigh or succour when the room access shut behind her.

Emily was up now and to rub salt into the wounds was wearing Tracey 's dressing robe ! Tracey explained what had happened and to her bother Emily seemed to find out it all very risible and then started rummaging in Tracey 's underwear drawer before triumphantly pulling out one of Tracey 's pay faux pas and started to simulate something down onto a piece of paper.

"What are you doing ?"Tracey asked surprised.

"Just writing your national Insurance number down and then I 'm going to call up that nice pizza man back and see if he still wants to buy you, I may as well get some money for you while I still can."Emily laughed and all Tracey could do was lick her ice cream and wait .