Katrina (36, blonde, corporate power broker) and Miranda (18, Blonde, spoiled)

KATRINA

Before the New World Order destroyed her life, Katrina Bancroft was proud of how she had pulled herself up by her own bootstraps. Despite being a single mother at only eighteen years old Katrina had worked her way through college, Law School, and Business School. Her no nonsense attitude and drive to build a better life for her daughter propelled Katrina to the top of her company and into a cushy and high paying senior executive vice president's position. Katrina had it all. Money, status, a daughter who loved her, and men lining up around the door to take their shot with her.

She loved the way that men would thirst over her photos online, especially when she posed with her daughter. Miranda had grown into the most beautiful of young women and when the mother and daughter wore matching bikinis, their instagram blew up.

That was all before New World Order. Before her friends started getting arrested for crimes like feminism, lesbianism, and "conduct unbecoming of a woman". Before seeing naked **** girls on the street became a common sight. Now, whenever Katrina walked down the streets she did so as quickly as possible. Always trying her best to block out the cries of pain from the women being disciplined with their shock collars.

Katrina was sitting in her bathtub, eyes closed. It seemed like every day would be her last day. She wondered how it would happen. What it would be like, when the black clad, jack booted thugs took her away. She imagined herself being forcefully stripped. Her body cavity searched before the climactic moment when they lock the collar around her neck and render her a thing. A chattel, a sex **** for her Master to use and **** as He desires. As Katrina touched herself imagining her future owner's strong hands the phone began to ring.

Katrina's eyes sprang open. The naked woman reached around groggily for her phone before finding it. "Hello..." She asked half asleep. Her eyes went wide when she heard who it was and what they were asking.
"Mommy. Come quick. I fucked up. I am in jail."

MIRANDA

The eighteen year old girl was not planning on taking things lying down. All her life Miranda had gotten everything that she wanted. What she wanted now was an end to slavery and the downfall of the New World Order. So when Jodie approached Miranda and told her about an underground feminist movement, the eighteen year old girl was all set to jump on board.
Jodie was the sort of free spirit that Miranda wished that she could be. Her carefree evenings wrapped in the freedom fighter's arms were some of the happiest moments of her life. Jodie would talk endlessly about the underground railroad taking escaped slaves to secret enclaves in Mexico where women could free. It had taken a lot of convincing, but Miranda finally cajoled Jodie into taking her to the meeting of the underground feminists.
Jodie and Miranda had been holding hands listening to Big Red give a fiery speech about freedom and women's rights when the Enforcers busted in. The air filled with smoke and Miranda lost Jodie in the confusion. The eighteen year old girl felt herself shoved to the ground and pinned with someone's knee on her back as strong hands collared her and shackled her wrists behind her back. The Enforcers cut her clothing away and searched inside her. "STOP IT!" She exclaimed only to be met with an electric shock from her collar.
Led into the back of a meat wagon on a control pole like an animal. Miranda was shuttled off to central processing where she was allowed to call her mother.
She had waited in a sterile cold box. Miranda's tits stood erect from the cold. The teenage girl did not know how long she was made to shiver before she was brought before a judge. "Miranda Bancroft, you have been found guilty of feminism and are sentenced to slavery. All your rights under the law have been stripped away and you are hereby relegated to a state of bondage for the remainder of your life." The judge banged the gavel and Miranda was led off in tears. As she was dragged from the courtroom, Miranda spotted Jodie in the witness gallery, her face awash with a shit-eating grin. The woman was dressed in tradwife garb with a police badge dangling from her neck.
"You Bitch!" Miranda cried out as she lunged at the woman who seduced and betrayed her. Miranda got within a few inches of the smug snake before her collar ZAAAAPPPED her to the floor. Miranda was dragged away from the courtroom in tears.