They prefer the "funny" option

two bimbos in front of her who quickly looked at each other and then giggling like schoolgirls said,

"We've never seen her before Mister."

Tracey looked at them in shock as they looked at her as if betraying her was the funniest thing they had ever seen and the man grabbed her arm again and forceabley pushed her back into the naked mass of slave girls.

"Nooo! I'm not a slave girl" Tracey wailed and through her tears of fear and anguish she hardly saw the man approaching her before he touched the end of a small baton to her side and she screamed as the pain from the electric shock coursed through her body.

"Shut up blondie, last thing we want is you spooking the other slaves, stop your whining or I'll increase the current next time."

Tracey could see from his snarling face that he was not joking and so trying to keep her sobs to a minimum she stepped back into line and she could only watch in dismay as the two giggling bimbos waved at her as they were led through a side door by one of the doctors, presumably to carry on with their normal lives while who knew what life awaited Tracey!

The girls were suddenly prodded forward into yet another room where another queue was formed two abreast and Tracey found herself second from the back unable to see what was happening to the girls at the front, from the shrieks and squeals of pain though Tracey wasn't in a hurry to find out!

The man with the electric baton was walking up and down the queue of naked girls making sure nobody stepped out of line and Tracey was not going to give him a reason to zap her again and so she shuffled slowly forward as the line was processed.

Finally she was close enough to see what was going on and she shuddered as she knew this definitely was the point of no return. As she watched a girl was bent over a metal frame almost double, her bottom and pussy displayed to the girls facing her. A man in a white coat was standing beside her with what looked like some sort of electric gun in his hand and he pressed this hard against the girls right hip and the girl suddenly bucked against the frame and shrieked as her slave bar code was lasered into her skin.

Tracey knew about slave bar codes, every slave girl had one on her hip and once bar coded there was no escape from your new place in society as a slave. The code could be read by any normal bar code reader and it provided all the information you needed to know about the slave, her date of birth, her eye colour and most importantly details of her owner. Once bar coded the girl could be bought and sold at will, and as easily as buying and selling any other commodity. You simply scanned her, got her details up on the copter and entered the details of her new owner, much the same as you would buy and sell a car really, the registered owner being clearly shown.

Suddenly Tracey found herself at the head of the queue watching as the girl in front was bent over the metal frame and the bar code lasered into her hip for ever, the girl giving a small yelp as her life as a free girl was taken away from her and then the man nodded to Tracey and she stepped forward. What else could she do she thought to herself, the man with the electric baton was still looking over them and she knew he wouldn't take too kindly to another interruption of the smooth running of the processing so almost in a daze Tracey found herself bent over the frame, her rump high in the air waiting for the pain of the laser gun.

When it came it wasn't as bad as Tracey had imagined, it was more the significance of what had happened rather than the pain of the event. As she straightened up and joined the other girls she couldn't help but look down at her right hip and see the newly imprinted bar code on her skin. She knew now that she was in big trouble, the only way she could now come out of this with any dignity or hope or being sold literally to anyone was if someone she knew bought her, her father would be the ideal person but she had no way of getting a message to him, as far as he knew she was still being assessed for her driving licence!

The group started shuffling forward again and as if reading her mind the man with the baton shouted out,

"Final room ladies, you can have a rest after this."

This new room looked much nicer, this one was carpeted for a start and there were about six desks around the room, each with a computer on them and a man sitting behind each desk. These men were not in white coats and as fas as Tracey could see they were just collecting data and entering it into the computer, being naked in the room in front of these men suddenly made Tracey embarrassed, their very ordinariness made the situation seem even more surreal.

She was motioned to stand behind another girl at the second desk in and as the man started asking the first girl her details such as name and date of birth Tracey suddenly realised with a start that she knew him!

He had been round her house several times over the last few years, somebody Chambers she was sure his name was, he had worked for her dad for a while and then he had left, or had her dad fired him, she couldn't remember.

She was suddenly filled with hope that she could still get out of this, until they had entered her details onto the database she was still legally a free girl, perhaps this man would help her, even if she was totally embarrassed standing naked before him!

The first girl moved off and Tracey took her place, there were no chairs for the girls and she had to stand facing him, everything on show as he barely looked up and asked her her name. It was only when she told him it was Tracey Smith he looked at her properly and a smile crossed his lips, not exactly a pleasant smile as he looked the naked girl up and down.

"Oh hello Tracey Smith, how is your father?"

Tracey smiled and started to reply, hoping from his apparently friendly question that he may indeed be able to help her but before she could get two words out he raised his hand,

"Actually don't answer that, I really don't care how he is since he fired me, it's nice to see his lovely daughter here though in all her glory, don't tell me the old fart finally had enough of you and decided to enrol you as a slave?"

"Well no, there's been an awful mistake." Tracey said nervously.

The man raised his eyebrow inquisitively and Tracey carried on,

"I was only here to get a medical for my driving licence and I've ended up here with the slave girls by mistake, is there anything you can do to help me please?" she looked at him with her best doe eyes.

Again the man unnervingly looked her naked body up and down for a few seconds before laughing and saying,

"Sure Tracey I'm sure I can help you out, you'd be surprised how often girls get caught up like this actually, but firstly lets get all your details entered."

He then proceed to ask her all the questions he'd asked the previous girl and as Tracey watched he entered them into the computer, smiling at her all the time as he did so. She was so happy that he'd agreed to help her she barely noticed and was happily answering his questions until he stopped and still smiling said,