The first set of tests hadn't gone that well, the drug was too powerful for humans, it had been designed for cattle after all. They used fifty girls for the first set of tests and they all ended up with balloon size breasts that leaked milk constantly. They also ended up as brain damaged as you could get, the drug rotting their brains. The press heard about all of this and treated the story as a funny aside, picturing some of the girls with their freakishly huge breasts and drooling from the mouth with a blank blonde expression. One Hardcore newspaper printed a picture of six naked girls in sitting in a cow stall with the heading, The Perfect Girl! All of this gave Tracey natural cause for concern but the advert her boyfriend saw stated that the trial was going to use a new version of the drug which had been reduced in strength. That still didn't exactly placate her too much but her boyfriend was not the type of man a girl cumshot argued with, a few black eyes had taught her that! It didn't even make her feel any better when she'd heard that the trial was to use twelve girls in total, six slaves and six free girls. She was a free girl and glad of it, female slavery had been legalised a year before and was still in its infancy. Salves were available to buy from registered slave centres which were not in most towns, with cities having two or three of them. Although it was easy to buy a slave nowdays, anyone with money in their pockets could do it, it wasn't cheap. Most slaves cost over then thousand pounds with the best ones going for up to fifty thousand. There was no finance plans in place yet for buying a slave, so you had to pay in full and this put owning a slave out of reach for most people. After all who had ten thousand in cash in their bank account, not many. So although slaves were available and there were plenty for sale, the actual amount you blowjob saw in your daily life was very few. It was a bit like seeing a Rolls Royce parked on the high street, unless you lived in central London they were rare! The whole idea of slavery though was exciting to Tracey. She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery. Once you bought a slave she was literally your property to be used how you wished. The girl was fitted with a steel collar around her neck and embedded in that was a micro chip that gave anybody who scanned her details of her name, age, weight etc. as well as details of her owner. The high price kept most of the sleaziest men who wanted a cheap thrill away but obviously some girls were bought purely as sex toys. The man who bought her might be a better class of person but they could be just as perverted as a man who couldn't afford her. The police were not interested either, after all the girl was now a slave and someone's property, if her owner wanted to carry out his most depraved fantasies on her that was not their concern. All of this actually added outdoor to Tracey's fantasies of slavery, the idea that she could be bought and collared and then used in whatever way her new owner wished was incredibly exciting to her. In real life she knew she probably wouldn't of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she'd heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting! That kind of thing didn't happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of a slaves daily life. At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure. She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies. So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the shaved application for her, denying her any choice in the matter. She saw another nervous looking girl pause outside and then enter the building, and so taking this as her cue she took a deep breath and smoothed down her dress and entered the main glass door. Inside the building was as gleaming as it was outside, Tracey was sure that if she looked hard enough she could see her reflection beaming up at her from the shiny floor. She was standing in quite a cavernous central hall and for a moment her courage almost deserted her, never the most confident girl the gleaming efficiency of the place overwhelmed her. It was reasonably busy with people rushing everywhere and she stood rooted to the spot in confusion and fear. She was saved when she suddenly heard a girls voice asking if she could help her coming from behind. Spinning round she saw a pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there. “Oh yes, Mr Chambers bunch,” she giggled and then pointing she said, “through those doors and just follow the hall right down the end, it's the last door on the right, there will be a receptionist and other girls waiting no doubt, just tell her who you are.” Tracey tanked her and started off through the doors. Once in the new hallway she could see it stretching off in a straight line ahead of her. I got excited about and same and wanted to perform better in upcoming games. “My first gangbang was with an orc, an elf, a dwarf, Mistress, and a half-giant,” Astrid added with a slight smile, “I thought I was going to die, but Mistress got me through it.” Fucking was all she could think about. Making shaved our way inside, I noticed a wall of guitars hanging from the entryway. Tamara was right, that didn't matter why I loved her. It was like a tiny buzzing bee in the back of her head somewhere, reminding her what Mara’s energy felt cumshot like. There was no getting to the woman. You just want to eat all that cum out of blowjob me. Mmm, yes, yes, lick my cunt, you little, White bitch.” Mouthing and sucking and licking the cock-head, Sue shuddered outdoor in pleasure. Slowly, arms around each other, just like real lovers do. Tony looked up fearfully. It was Nicole. She stared at the belt and I took Hardcore the belt buckle in my hand and literally crushed it in front of her eyes. We drove a bit before I pulled into a small shopping plaza and parked in front of a store front that said, “Isaac’s Jewelry”. My sister placed her luggage in the back of the car, and indicated that Leslie the oldest, would be bringing home the blonde twins from cheer leading practice in an hour or so, now that she had her license. “I did know it” Yewubdar replied. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. Her tits bouncing from the fast-paced fucking she was receiving.