Sarah, 18 years old, TRAPped

When TRAP activated, the good old capitalist entrepreneurship quickly adapted to the new situation. They not only quickly claimed their own female staff, but capital was also raised in a matter of days for a broad range of companies to take the opportunities offered.

Before the general public fully realized all the implications of the new situation and before normal citizens had the chance to collar their own girl, commando cars were rushing through colleges, shopping malls, hospitals, and other places where young women gathered. The SWAT-style teams jumping from these cars hunted down all the available girls in the vicinity, collared them with the company logo, and drove entire herds of female flesh off in their hummers to hastily put up holding centers.

These businessmen had immediately realized that a woman was now a commodity, just like a barrel of petroleum or a computer; and they quickly moved to seize a new resource becoming available, just as they always had. No idyllic dream of every man owning his own **** came true; the women of the nation came into the hands of a small group of powerful corporations, just like had happened to every other precious resource in the past.

The next step was also a familiar sight in capitalist history: exploiting the seized commodity to generate turnover and wealth for the shareholders. The girls were marketed. From the holding centers, batches of girls were selected to be sold to the market out there. Since girls were entirely removed from society by now, the only way to acquire a **** was to buy her from the stock of these companies.

Prices soared to incredible highs, as the companies formed a cartel to make sure that only a very limited supply hit the market, and the first batches of them were only available to the likes of movie stars, business magnates (including, of course, the directors of these companies themselves), and inheritors of old family wealth.

Their sale was turned into a real spectacle, broadcast prime time on national television, were the possibilities of the slaves for sale were demonstrated in flashy shows: sexual depravities, harsh punishments, degrading tests. The prettiest girls from their stores were turned into sobbing and humiliated creatures live on TV, as they were abused, shamed, tortured, and debased by the presenters. At the same time, the juice level of their pussies was measured and displayed in the upper left corner of the screen; and obviously, the girls whose numbers went highest under such treatment were the most valued lots when the highlight of the show started: an auction were the competing, wealthy bidders drove eachother to higher and higher prices in a perverse combination of the desire to own these slaves, and the chance to display their wealth and bidding power to the nation. Viewer ratings were unsurpassed as every man wanted to watch these shows, where slaves were being sold which they could never hope to afford themselves.

The general population, being thus deprived of the first run of availability, reacted with the common response to global crises: mass hysteria and chaos. Municipal offices were literally ransacked as gangs of men seized the civil registration; then rushed off to be the first on the scene at any address where a girl had her eighteenth birthday. **** often erupted outside the houses where these girls lived, as hundreds of men sieged the building. In many cases, the **** fathers (who had usually already lost their wives to the SWAT teams) saw no other option than to collar their beloved daughters themselves; some merely to protect them from the wolves on the front porch, others because they realized there might be a considerable profit from selling them, rather than see them collared into private possession for free.

It is incredible how fast a society of men can descend into barbarism when they must rely on their right hand to satisfy their sexual desires. They felt cheated and deprived of their rights of fuckable woman flesh. They condensed into mobs, roaming the streets, hunting down the last outlaw girls who had managed to escape collaring so far. **** erupted, gangs claimed territory and all females in it, other gangs contested the claims. Complete street battles raged through the cities. Police were underfunded and powerless, with many in the police **** turning to corruption and nepotism. The government recognized something had to be done, and they sought the oldest remedy governments had: taxation. Even though right-wing politicians argued for a while in favor of the god-given right of any man to do with his property as he pleased, it was a losing battle. A flat rate of 5% came into effect; meaning that any **** owner had to make 5% of the time of his slaves available to the general public.

After the corporations lost a series of legal battles against the new tax, they grumblingly opened the doors of their holding centers. Every morning, 5% of their stock was driven out into the street, naked and defenseless. Though these girls still wore their company's collar, they could legally be used by any man who wanted to. As long as no permanent damage was done to company property, there were no boundaries.

The momentum of the gangs changed immediately. Instead of fighting each other, they now waited at the gates of the holding centers when the doors opened in the morning. Even outside the smaller centers, where only a handful of girls were dispatched, the waiting crowd often numbered hundreds of agitated and hungry men. These crowds simply devoured them, taking each girl to the core of a vortex of whirling men.

It usually began as nothing but a simple gangbang - and some simple math said the 5% flat tax meant that each girl would service about 20 men, though obviously the youngest and prettiest girls were more popular than that.

Then as more and more men had shot their first loads into the girls, the sheer drive of pure lust decreased slightly and creativity developed. Whips and chains emerged, dildoes were drawn, gags and buttplugs applied. The girls, who were usually already exhausted and sore after the initial round of penetrations, were subjected to all kinds of "games", designed by the group leaders to arouse the men into their second wind.

Humiliation and the application of several kinds of pain were common denominators; but so was arousal infliction. Lewd crowd ingenuity in creating diverse and severe stimulation **** the girls into long streaks of orgasms without mercy, each next one cheered loudly by the troop of administering men, as the girls were pushed down deeper and deeper into a smudgy chain of ecstasy which was harder and harder to endure. Short pauses were held to rouse the girls when they passed out, only to resume the ordeal with double vigor afterwards.

It wasn't until late in the evening until the doors of the holding centers opened up again. The guards would have a disapproving glance at the mishandled goods, fend off the last of the remaining men, and carry the female remnants of the day back inside.

Inside the holding centers, the companies found that this new tax wasn't all bad. There were no regulations as to which 5% should be made available as tax, and the guards found that the threat of being picked to undergo this ordeal was very effective to maintain order and obedience amongst the girls inside. "Beware, or you'll be a tax girl tomorrow" made most girls shriek back into discipline easily. Training girls for their future as private slaves was much easier, when this threat was hanging above their heads.

And shortly thereafter, a second advantage was discovered. It happened almost by accident. It still isn't known if they did it on purpose, but there was a small number of girls for whom this disciplinary effect didn't work; in fact, they turned even less disciplined after the tax was introduced. It wasn't immediately noticeable. They would make small infractions, tiny acts of rebellion, little misdemeanors. It took a while for the guards to figure out what was happening; but after several months, the pattern became clearer and clearer. For these girls, the prospect of being sent out to the crowds wasn't a deterrent at all. These tiny misdemeanors were meant to be selected as a tax girl. The humiliation, the ****, the **** orgasms - it was no punishment for them, they secretly bent their chances to get picked as one! By the small opportunities they had as a **** - by misbehaving! This small group of girls just loved it - being abused by these crowds, getting fucked into a frenzy, nothing but a fucktoy for the masses.

Mixing pain, humiliation, and sex into an intoxicating potion of true slavery, these girls were a treasure. The highest paying customers didn't want a **** who would be **** to kneel for them; they were looking for a girl who would do that voluntarily, simply because she loved it. Because the servitude was in her blood, the desire to please was her bread and butter, her sex unable to blossom without the harsh subjection to a will outside of herself. And the taxation system became a way to identify them. Whenever a girl was sent out several times, she was scrutinized by her trainers. And very often, they could report finding one of these rare gems up the command chain.

That's how they found me, anyway.