Slaves Don't Wear Clothes

"One more thing." The female officer said, speaking up again. "The rules for the new position you occupy are not yet fully solid. But we do have a few guidelines emerging even now."

"Really?" Amy said, shooting Elana a look which made her girlfriend blush. "Let me guess... slaves aren't allowed to wear clothes?"

"That's right." The officer said. "So I am afraid the two of you will have to strip now."

"Strip now?" Elana said. "You mean before you take us in? But everyone will see us."

"That's the point." The female officer said. "We want everyone to know of your new position. Also, from the moment you received this notification, you were officially slaves, and so all the rules now apply to you. You are forbidden from wearing clothes except where otherwise directed by your overseer or master."

Amy swallowed. For a moment, she looked like she wanted to argue back, Elana watched with interest. Amy was the more dominant of the two of them, the one who was more used to getting her way. Unlike Elana, who naturally tended to be submissive, Amy was the sort of woman who would fight bitterly to get what she thought was hers. That defiance was part of what made Elana wonder if she would make a good ****. As much as Amy seemed to enjoy being in charge, now and then, there were cracks, slips in her facade that Elana felt could be exposing something deeper. That was why she had set this whole thing in motion. Self discovery was supposed to be the result, and it was totally not because she wanted to go through what she had before, but this time with a hot girl at her side who she would probably be **** to have fun with.

Totally not that.

Amy sighed. She looked to Elana one more time, and Elana have her hand a squeeze under the table. Joking aside, she knew that this would be hard for Amy, who was usually so stubborn and defiant. That was one of the reasons that it was important that she brought it up with her, and talked it over. Amy was willing to go through this, but it would be difficult to set aside her natural instinct to disobey.

"All right." The short-haired redhead said. "All right, it looks like you've got us coming and going. If what you're saying is true, we don't really have much of a choice, do we? Tell me, do you want us to put on stripper music and dim the lights as well? I'm sure the table can work as a stage if we're careful."

The officer's lips quirked into a smile, though faintly.

"Just get rid of the clothes, please."

Amy and Elana stood up, pushing their chairs backwards, the couple shared one last look as they stood on the very verge of submission. Both knew that this was their last chance to back down before anything happened. Both knew that this would be the first of many times that they would be **** to obey. Elana took a deep breath, her heart was hammering, her skin was tingling, and she felt heat spreading through her body. Desire raged in her breast, mixing with memories of the last time she had so indulged herself.

"I'll go first." She said, after a moment. Partially because she felt she could wait no more, but also because she wanted to give Amy a chance to ready herself. "I-if you'll let me?"

"Go ahead." The female officer said.

"Okay." Elana gulped. She could feel the wool of the nightdress pressing against her skin, the cold kiss of the air against her face and and bare legs. She reached down, grasping the hem of the dress, and paused for a moment as the gaze of every other person in the room turned to her. The officers both as well as Amy. Elana could feel it burning against her skin. Her hands trembled a little, and she **** protesting arms to do their work, rising slowly to draw the dress higher and higher.

The gentle play of the night air raised goose bumps across her lower legs, the touch of the dress as it rose was a gentle sensation, running softly against her skin. Though she could not see at right then, Elana could imagine the eyes of the officers running up her body, following the trail of the dress. First seeing her legs, rising up to her thighs, and then to the place between them. Her lower self was already moist, the cold air making her tingle and pulse. A moment later, Elana drew the dress over her head and let it fall to the side, standing naked in the room in front of the two strangers, as well as her own girlfriend.

For a moment, nothing happened. She stood there, naked as the day she was born. Her figure was on full display, her long legs, her slim body. The gentle slope of her breasts. Then, the obvious questions.

"You're pierced?" The female officer said.

"Yes." Elana said slowly. "Both my breasts and my...my pussy. "

"I see." The woman said, standing up. She moved forwards slowly, Elana was frozen in place as she approached.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Amy asked.

"Inspection." The officer said. "I need to make sure everything is as it should be. That our slaves our healthy and able to serve. Elana, do not move. If you do, I'll just cuff you and then do this anyway. Understand?"

Elana nodded tightly.

"...yes..."

"Good."

The woman was standing in front of her now. Elana could feel her gaze wondering across her body. A blush formed across her face, but that was nothing compared to the reaction when the officer reached down, and gently ran a hand across her lower lips. Elana froze in shock, her body pulsed with silent need, the gentle intrusion of the officer's fingers made her go weak at the knees. She gasped in surprise, but struggled to remain on her feet as instructed. The woman ran a finger up and down her slit, slowly and sensuously brushing against her lips. Elana tried not to moan, but it was hard, she was the only one naked in the room, and now she was being exposed and tested. She could feel Amy's gaze on her body, and that made it worse. She felt so ****, like she had not done in a long time.

"Take notes." The female officer said to her partner.

"R-right." The male said, fumbling for his notebook, it seemed that he was a little bit surprised himself at his partner's actions. "What do you want to note down?"

"**** One - Formerly Elana Richards - is in good shape. She is responsive to my touch, and seems to be aroused by this situation."

Elana flushed, hating to be read so easily, though her body was not very good at lying. Each touch that the officer made left a trailing tingling shock that only grew stronger the more she was teased. The woman continued to brush her lower lips for a moment before she peeled them apart, Elana could not resist moaning then, feeling herself suddenly opened to the whole world.

"Her vagina is in working order, as far as I can determine. Fully healthy and able to function. She is quite wet, very responsive. All is as expected. However, a new factor, she appears to be pierced, and has rings inserted through her nipples and through her clitoris. The latter is something I have not seen before."

Elana felt a sharp, short tug on her clitoris ring, sending a rush of sensitivity flooding her body. She gasped, and her legs went numb, causing her to stagger to the side for a moment. At the same time, the female officer released her, and watched her go. Elana's clit burned with desire, the after effects of the unexpected contact making her shudder with both delight and shock.

"Scratch that." The officer said. "Subject is not merely responsive. She is extremely responsive. Elana, these piercings seem to be sexual in nature. Do you use them in bed? And remember, you are **** by law to answer truthfully. If you do not and we find out - and we will find out - you will be punished."

Elana gasped, nodding her head for a moment until the world had settled down around her.

"Y-yes." She muttered. "We do sometimes..."

"How do you use them?"

Elana gulped, feeling the weight of the moment. Somehow, she did not want to admit it, because it felt like something private, something shared between only herself and Amy. But she knew she didn't have a choice. She shot an apologetic look towards her girlfriend.

"We use chains sometimes..." She said slowly. "For my...for my clit... it's really sensitive, but I like to be gently bound by it. And...." She took a moment, trying to speak through a dry throat. "And my nipples are sometimes weighted."

"I see" The officer said. "Write that down."

"Of course." The male said.

"Favourite sexual position?"

"I like to be tied down." Elana flushed with humiliation, looking towards her feet. Her pussy burned, throbbing in tune with her thoughts. "A-Amy is usually the one on top."

"I see. Now turn around please."

Elana shuffled around, now looking towards the wall, she felt the officer reach down and spread her ass cheeks wide. Somehow, that felt even worse. She had prepared herself for her pussy to be seen. She had expected it. But her ass had simply never occurred to her, and feeling her cheeks spread almost clinically was a shock.

"Her anus is also in good condition." The female officer said. "All in all, a top tier ****. Elana, would you please stand over by the wall?"

Elana nodded, not able to make herself speak. Her body shook as she walked over to the wall beside the table.

Now, it was Amy's turn. Amy was given the same instructions as Elana had been. To move to the centre of the room, and then to disrobe. Amy did it, with more **** than Elana had, it had to be said. She moved slowly, carefully. But she did it all the same. Elana watched, unable to speak, but hoping that Amy would not find it too hard. The short-haired woman took a deep breath, and shrugged off the woollen top she was wearing. It was far too big for her, and this easily discarded. Unlike Elana, Amy had been wearing a bra, a lacy black one that made her feel sexy. She discarded this as well, letting it fall to her feet.

Amy's breasts were not as big as Elana's, which was to say that they were quite small, since Elana was slightly below average. They were not so small that you wouldn't notice them, but the swell of her chest was certainly smaller than most women. Elana knew that Amy had been anxious about that when she was younger, she had told her so herself. But she'd grown into it, gaining confidence in her body that Elana only hoped would hold now.

Amy's breasts were small, but perky, her nipple was a nice pink colour, and like Elana, she was pierced. Unlike Elana, who had opted for the rings she had gotten as a ****, Amy wore barbells instead. A little metal pin through each nipple, drawing the eye to her chest in spite of her small size. Both the officers, as well as Elana herself, regarded her body for a moment. Then, Amy kicked off the loose leggings, standing for a moment in just her black panties.

Amy's body was thin, but somewhat muscular, she took care of herself. She had long runner's legs, and well shaped thighs. Her torso was lithe, her whole body was well proportioned. Her hands shook only a little as she reached for her panties, dragging them down reluctantly to stand beside her leggings.

Amy's pussy was different compared to Elana's. Her labia was slightly larger, her lips were more obvious. Elana's lower self was fine and small. Amy's was a bit more eye-catching. Especially when you took note of the piercing that she had down there as well. Unlike Elana, Amy's piercing was a clitoral hood piercing, that is to say, a piercing of the skin above the clitoris. Though sensitive, it was not nearly as bad as Elana's own, and it was another barbell.

Amy stood there, in her own nakedness. Her body was poised as if she was tempted to cover herself. Her face flushed red, but her eyes were defiant.

"T-there." She said. "I've got nothing on. Are you gonna do the same tests to me now?"

They did. The female officer moved forwards and advised her not to move. Then, Amy underwent the same humiliation that Elana had. First, the female officer knelt, finding a torch somewhere and shining it directly between her legs. Elana could see that the heat of the light was already teasing Amy's slit, moisture leaking from it even in spite of her best efforts. Amy's thighs trembled as the female officer ran a finger up and down her entrance, gently messaging her opening, then slipping one finger inside of her. Amy threw her head back, but the officer didn't care, another finger, and then a third joined the first. Amy's hands curled into claws as the officer impaled her with her fingers a few times, running them inside of her and then out again only to repeat the process. Amy shuddered, but was determined to make no sounds.

Next, the officer teased her clitoral hood piercing, tugging on it gently but firmly. Elana could see Amy struggling not to moan. Though, her piercing was not as sensitive as Elana's, it still pressed down on the clitoris when she was aroused. After a moment, the officer seemed to confirm that she was not as bad as Elana had been, and released it. Amy breathed a silent gasp of relief, but her torment was not yet over. Next, the officer reached up for her breasts, messaging them with both hands, running her fingers along them in a way that was absolutely erotic. Elana did not know why she herself had not suffered this, maybe the officer had a thing for small breasts? Either way, Amy endured a lot more directed at her chest as the officer ran her hands along her breasts, her fingers sliding along the pale skin up until they found the nipples.

Amy gasped as the officer closed two fingers around each nipple, gently toying with them for a moment. She held them in place with one finger, and slowly rubbed the other against them, creating a pattern that soon had Amy going obviously weak at the knees.

After what seemed like an eternity, the female officer stepped back, and quizzed Amy the same way as she had done with Elana. Amy answered, her face burning, but with truth. Eventually, this portion of the test came to an end as well.

"Is that everything sorted?" The male asked.

"I think so." Said the female.