Submit like a cowardly slut

Although she dismissed the collar at first, as she thought about it further, she couldn't place it from her mind. The collar was almost hypnotic in its quality, although it looked like a standard, stereotypical bondage collar.

If you asked Nicole why she did it, she probably couldn't tell you. Whether it was fear of the dungeon, a hidden desire to be enslaved, or some combination of that and other unstated thoughts, Nicole clicked the collar into place.

"Wow, really? The first room? I don't think anyone thought you'd give up this easily. All this work to build a sex dungeon and all we had to do was send you a cheap collar in the mail. Oh well".

A panel slid open in the wall. Two men clad in black with ski masks entered.

"What are you?" One of the masked men asked

"What a-" Nicole started to reply before the second man struck her across the face with an open palm, causing her eyes to water

"Are you a slut?"

Nicole paused, trying to gather the courage to submit to her true nature but was interrupted by another slap

"Answer the question!"

"I'm a....slut" Nicole answered quietly, receiving another slap for her feeble efforts

"Loud enough so the people at home can hear you!" The man who slapped her said, pointing at the cameras that lined the room

"I'm a slut" Nicole said, loudly and with more conviction.

"What does this collar tell everyone?" Asked the second man

"I'm a ****." Nicole replied, unable to ignore the electricity she felt through her body, when she realized the words rang true.

"Why are you wearing clothes?" The first man asked "Slavegirls must be naked"

Before she could explain, apologize or begin to strip, the men seized her forcefully, each grabbing a handful of her blouse and heaving, Causing her blouse to tear open in a sea of loose buttons. Nicole reflexively gasped as her skin was exposed to the cool underground air. She did not have time for much else as the men moved with practiced speed. Her bra was unclasped and yanked from her chest, exposing her c-cup breasts. "No, tits, respectable women have breasts, **** sluts have tits", a voice in her head said, "and we're a filthy **** slut now."

Her skirt and panties were dispatched with similar ruthless efficiency, leaving her in nothing but a neatly trimmed red bush on camera in front of millions of people. However, this thought was quickly ejected from her head by a series of rough slaps to her tits.

"Why are you standing, slavegirl?" The first man asked, "slavegirls kneel unless told otherwise"

Nicole fell to her knees, and resigned herself to what was to come.