As planned, she is enslaved.

Taken to the Justiciar's Tower, Monika is within the hour brought before an Irylian judge. With the bounty hunter's guilty plea, and her lack of gold, the trial is over within minutes. Though the buxom redhead's plan is going according, Monika's stomach still turns when she hears the judge's sentence.

“I find the accused guilty of assault and theft. Because the prisoner is incapable of paying the proscribed fine, I hereby sentence her to two months of enslavement. Since her body has considerable market value, I order that the usual internment to a labor unit be waved and that tomorrow the guilty be paraded to the Overcity's auction block and sold to the highest bidder.” The judge raps his gavel. “Bailiff bring the prisoner to medical officer for slave processing. Next case.”

“Fucking bastards.” Monika thinks to herself as she is escorted out. She has avoided the lash and has only got eight weeks, but it hardly feels like a victory. She is brought before a doctor in a nearby inspection room. Two guards remain behind her.

“Slave 04019869,” the doctor gives her a quick look over as her handcuffs are removed, “you will strip completely naked and put all your items in the trash can next to you.”

Gritting her teeth and suppressing the urge to fight her way out, Monika takes off her vest and drops it in the trash.

“So what's going to happen to me?” The bounty hunter grimly asks as she bends over an undoes her boots.

“Slaves only talk when they're address.” The doctor corrects the redhead. “And they will use the proper honorifics.”

“Sorry, sir.” Monika grimaces as she drops her pants exposing her thong covered ass to the guards behind her who audibly hum with approval. Even the doctor stares when Monika unclasps her bra and pulls down her thong, letting the room get a full view of her magnificent naked body.

The doctor then nods and Monika feels a metal ring clamp around her neck. “The slave collar will incapacitate the wear with crippling pain.” he explains, “It's activated when you leave your master's household, presence or by voice command.”

Putting on a pair of rubber gloves the doctor gestures at the newly collared slave and orders, “Now turn around, spread your legs, bend over and grab your ankles.”