Tracey (a shy but hot 18 y.o. girl who just want to take her driving license)

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Quick note before the beginning of the story. The story in the following chapter (up to chapter 7) is not mine but it's actually one of Kate Smith's masterpieces. So all credits to her: www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/chapter.php?storyid=9912&chapterid=29967 I got in touch with the author through her email, but if she ever was to ask me to remove the story from here I hope you will understand that I would have to do it immediately.

I decided to repost her story here to give her the popularity it deserved and, hopefully, to give it the ending it never got

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Tracey got up and rang the bell as the bus approached her stop. Clutching her handbag tightly she stepped off the bus and looked towards the big gleaming glass building to the right.

At just over a month since her eighteenth birthday she had decided it was time to learn to drive and as part of that under the new rules for females she had to report to the licensing centre and have a medical completed.

She started walking towards the building with some slight trepidation, she was naturally a slightly nervous girl and the though of officialdom in any capacity was slightly scary to her. There was another reason for her worry though, the building she was headed to did not only licence girls for driving it also was the place girls were licensed as slaves! One thing didn't mean the other of course, Tracey was quite able to walk into the building and get her medical and be on the way to obtaining her driving licence, all as a free girl. On the other hand knowing that girls were also being processed and registered as slaves in the same building was scary and also slightly exciting at the same time.

Slavery had only been legalised a few months earlier and society in general was still getting used to it. Of course illegal slavery had been around for years in various forms, most recently as people trafficking from the poor parts of the world to the richer western countries. Most of the people being trafficked were young girls being sold into the sex trade and for a few years earlier there had been various discussions going on in government on the best way to deal with the problem. Most people had assumed that that would involve some sort of crack down on the actual people trafficking the girls, increased prison sentences etc but in fact the government went the other way, they legalised slavery!

Their argument was that it was so wide spread now that instead of keeping it underground and an illegal activity they should legalise it and get the relevant taxes etc from it. That way everybody won, the girls were treated better, especially at the early stages, no more long boat journeys chained in the hold for example, and the state earned money from it.

There were a few things though that didn't quite sit well with some of the feminists in society. For a start it was only girls that could become legal slaves and only men that could own them. The law had been bought in to protect the girls being shipped in from abroad but it also included British citizens so any British girl could also become a **** and quite a few had become so.

There were a few ways you could become a ****, firstly you had to be a female between the ages of eighteen to twenty five. You had to be legally registered as a **** with the government **** agency, known as ****-x, that meant being licensed and bar-coded. Once you were properly licensed you were legally a **** and could be bought or sold as property. You were first put up for sale by the government in organised **** auctions and the government taxed your first sale but once you had been bought for the first time you could then be sold on by your new owner and traded much the same as a used car for example.

Girls could volunteer to be become slaves or the more likely way was that they were sold into slavery. In effect the government bought them by having them licensed and registered and then the seller got a cut of the money that the girl was sold for. Again though once the girl was bought the government's interest ceased and the girl could be bought and sold any amount of times.

Once a **** the girl had very little rights if any at all. Whoever bought her literally owned her and she was officially classed as an animal and had the same rights as an animal. Her owner could decide to keep her on a leash naked all day if he wished and it wasn't uncommon nowadays to see precisely that, a naked girl being led down the street by her owner. Technically he couldn't kill her, after all even animals had some rights, but he could do practically whatever else he wanted and that included of course all sorts of sexual acts which was the main reason a man bought a girl **** in the first place!

All in all being a **** girl in the 21st century was probably very much what it was like in the 18th century and earlier, you were your owners toy, to do with as he pleased with no recourse and when he tired of you or you displeased him he could sell you to someone else and replace you with a newer model at whim.

All of this made Tracey shudder inwardly as she walked through the door of the large building and immediately saw the sign on the wall saying,

NEW **** REGISTRATIONS THIS WAY

A second smaller sign pointed her in the same direction for new driving licence registrations and so rather timidly she followed the signs down the brightly lit corridors hoping that she didn't end up in the wrong room!

To her relief though she saw the sign over a door for new drivers before she could see one for new slaves and she entered the door into a smallish room with some chairs and a table set around the outside. There were two other girls already seated, approximately Tracey's age and after a quick look at Tracey they started to chat and giggle to each other furiously, obviously friends She sat down and glanced around the room. The only furniture was the table and chairs and on the table were a few scattered magazines, on the walls were a few faded posters apart from one new one which was headed,

BUY YOUR NEW **** GIRL HERE

NEXT AUCTION 1ST DECEMEBER

LARGE SELECTION

CHEAP PRICES!

The poster showed an old fashioned auction block with around a dozen girls standing on it, most looking nervous and all completely naked! To the side of the stage was a large man with an old fashioned auctioneers gavel raised and in front of the stage laughing and cheering were a large crowd of men all looking at the exposed girls with lust in their eyes. Tracey looked at the poster in silent thought, she was surprised that it was so prominently displayed in a waiting room where in theory it was only going to be girls waiting, the scene it depicted filled her with shame that men could treat women in such a debased way, but and although she hated to admit it, it did also send a tingle between her legs that she could not ignore.

After sitting there in an awkward silence for ten minutes while the other two girls chatted together like complete airheads completely ignoring her the door suddenly opened and a middle aged woman entered and smiled.