Alex looks at the ground nervously, annoyed that his timidness allowed his step mother to get everything she had wanted. The amount of provisions and legal language on the contract made his head spin, him not fully taking in the weight of the level of slavery he's just accepted.
No rights...animal...tattoo??? I...what...what could i have done! There's...nowhere else i could have gone. Being sent to one of those government places wouldn't have been good either...
I look up at my giddy step mother, her domineering eyes already looking me down, making my face red and making me feel like an ant.
"This is such a big change honey! There's so much I have to teach you. But first we have to get those pretty tattoos" Those last words making her smile like a lion about to pounce on its prey.
"Tattoos?" He croaks. "Come on...you can just ignore that part right?? This is just legal stuff right?? You don't actually have to treat me that wa-" She cuts him off.
"The papers were signed kiddo...it would be illegal if i didn't get this done." She says matter of factly.
"But I"m not an ani-!" She steps towards him, her shoe slapping the concrete, making him jump.
"You don't seem to understand...get on the ground..." Her putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing down.
"I don't understand...mom please!" She angrily pushes your small frame to the ground in the middle of the sidewalk, passersby staring but not intervening, assuming whats going on.
He whimpers and puts his hands up defensively, terrified, him closing his eyes like he's about to get beaten...but that beating doesn't come.
When he opens his eyes, the corners shining with tears, he sees her shoe covered foot hovering over his face, little bits of dried dirt stuck in between the margins...in shock he looks up into Lindas eyes.
She says, "Kiss the underside of my shoe...now!"
Her firmness terrifying him in that moment...him frantically picking up his head and shakily pressing his lips to the hard plastic. Her basking in the moment like a conquering king.
"I'm not your mom anymore...I'm your owner, your mistress...in fact that's what you'll be calling me from here on, understand?" He nods quickly.
"You do as I say, when I say...if you don't, I'd need to teach you your place...and punish you. And you wouldn't want that right?" He frantically shakes his head, tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
"You're lower than dirt now honey, the dirt on my shoes matters more than you...the shit on my asshole when I wipe is more important than you. And because of that I can do whatever I want, like this!" She purses her lips and collects a glob on mucous in her mouth and spits on his face, her mucous mixing with his tears and making him twitch like an abuse victim.
She stands back. "Now get up and lets go to the car! We have a lot to do~!" Alex hesitates for a moment, but after an angry scowl he immediately gets to his feet and wipes his face with his shirt sleeve.
She turns and starts walking to her car. He slowly follows behind in shock, blankly following in fear, thoughts of running away are quickly dissuaded by fears of what might happen to him if he's caught.
They reach the car and she points towards the handle. "Open it up honey~" He quickly scurries over and opens the door, her sitting inside, he closes it and goes to the passenger seat, him about to sit down when she says. "Hey! Seats are for people! You sit on the floor in front...you're small, you'll fit." He looks at the scuffed up dirty mat and sighs sadly as he squeezes in front of the seat and sits down. She smiles and pats him on the head like he's a dog and drives off to the "Clinic". Her throwing a bundle of documents from the meeting on the seat next to her.
After 10 minutes they arrive and walk into the waiting room, only a few others inside. Alex freezes when he realizes a lady is sitting on the face of a boy a year or two older than him, his head bent back onto the seat of a chair, his little body squirming, her only lifting a cheek up for a second every little while so he can breathe, him clad in cheap looking clothes. The lady looks about in her late twenties, wearing stylish clothing that exposes a lot of skin and surfing on her phone nonchalantly like this is casual for her. He shakily shifts his gaze to a middle aged man kneeling in front of what seems to be his wife, repetitively kissing her toes that are sticking out of her sandals, her reading a magazine and ignoring him. Another lady has what looks to be a 20 year old man sitting on front of her chair at her feet, his left eye ringed with a black circle and swollen, the stern looking woman batting his back with her foot every once in awhile, making him whine like a dog, to her amusement. Last but not least his eyes meet with the eyes of two boys no older than 10 sitting in front of the legs of a beautiful looking woman, their heads shaved, them both wearing collars, and their eyes devoid of life. As the panic rises through his gut at this horror show, he's shocked out of it by a pat on the back.
"Hurry up..." She says firmly as they walk over to a chair, her sitting down, her pointing to the floor in front of her expectantly. Him quickly sitting down in front of her.
He tries to avoid looking up but is taken by curiosity...across the room the lady with the two boys says something he cant quite hear that spurs the boys into action, them both frantically turning around and removing the stilettos on their respective foot, and pressing their noses under her stocking clad toes and sniffing loudly...this making Alex look down again, wanting to punch himself for being curious. A lady beckons Linda over to a little window...they exchange paperwork and speak for a few moments, eventually being handed some paperwork to fill out. Eventually after 30 minutes, the room empties as the last people before us are called in, and its finally our turn. A sweet looking woman in a blue outfit calls out Lindas name, and asks us to follow her into a room at the end of the hall. She opens the door and tells us that it'll only be a few minutes before somebody will come in to speak with them.
The room is sterile and white, with a bunch of cabinets and a computer in the corner, several chairs near the door, and a sort of cushioned bench along the wall. He takes his place at her feet when she sits down and looks around the room. Various posters around the room espousing the virtues of contracted slaves, others suggesting vaccines and various other modifications for one's slave.
Eventually a woman enters with a clipboard in hand, her wearing white doctors garb, her hair tied in a bun.
"Hello Linda, I'll be helping you today with your special little creature~." They shake hands and she looks down at me. "Does it have a name yet?"
"I think puppy would be cute!" Linda says as she wraps her legs around your neck playfully.
The doctor looks through the paperwork... "So its to go through it all today...shots, shaving, tattooing, brain scans...correct?" Linda nods and they talk among themselves for a bit...him nervously shifting around.
"Strip naked puppy" The doctor says. He looks up at her with a begging expression as he gets up and takes off his clothes, when he gets to his underwear he stops and looks up at the doctor fearfully, him shivering like hes cold, him still not used to all this. She smiles and pats his little bulge. "I've seen plenty of em, go on." He proceeds to do so.
She guides him onto a little paper sheet on the floor and sits in her chair. "Your mistress wants you clean shaven, it doesn't seem like you grow much hair on your body luckily, so this makes it easier. Kneel in front of me and bow your head so I can shave your head."
Little Alex whines loudly at the request and runs his fingers through his pretty brown hair. "Why?? I'll look so...dumb! Plus...I like my hair!" He says with a sort of flaccid indignance, his voice shuttering. "If you don't you'll be restrained and beaten...I don't warn twice..." She says with deathly seriousness. Her words driving him to his knees before her, his resistance being snuffed out easily. "There we go, that wasn't so hard~." She says as she grabs the buzzer and turns it on. Her pulling his hair back in a wad and slowly bringing the buzzer across it...it falling in chunks onto the floor in front of him, him crying lightly, this being so humiliating. She shaves the rest of his body and discards of the hair.
Next she sits him down at her feet and gives him a myriad of shots to prevent various things. All the normal things that occur during a normal physical. He's then brought to a brain scan machine and lays down on the cold surface. "In this test, we do a brain scan and a heart scan, measure levels of bodily fluids and gauge your reaction to images that will be shown to you in a very rapid succession, as well as various smells and tastes. Probes will be attached to your head, chest, nose, neck, belly and penis."
She fits him with all sorts of stuff. There was a small tube taped to his mouth, a sort of oxygen mask over his nose, a sort of oculus mask over his eyes with a screen, and many wires coming out of his head and torso. As well as an object wrapped around the penis.
Then she pressed a button and the conveyor pulled him inside the dome. The test came in three phases, the first being the image test, each ten minutes long. There was a flash of light on the screen and images were shown in quick succession, fast enough that he couldn't tell what was being shown, but his subconscious was picking up on all of them. After that the smell and tastes tests came, the liquids and smells being sometimes foul, sweet, or bitter...but like the other test, it wasn't easy to figure out what they were specifically. She removes all the equipment and giggles when she sees his dribbling hard penis.
What...was all that...
Afterwards he's brought to a room where he's to be tattooed.
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