Elana's Rules Go Into Effect

That night, Amy and Elana slept in the double bed that they shared. Amy slept deeply and easily, but Elana did not. She was nervous, anxious. Her gut was twisted into a knot, and she felt like she could jump out of her skin at any moment. She was waiting. Waiting for her rules to come into effect, and knowing that at any moment, they would do just that. She had had a hard time imagining what she would do, when she first sat down to make the rules. At first, she'd simply wanted to redo what she had done before, but somehow, that didn't feel like enough now. She'd already done that, and besides, Amy knew what she had done, so she'd know what to expect. Elana wanted it to be special, for both of them, so she had ultimately decided to do something else. What that something else would be, however, was something that she had not initially been sure of. Many fantasies had risen to the forefront of her mind as she held the pencil, each one something that she had longed to experience, choosing had been hard, especially with the knowledge that this might be the only time her girlfriend would agree to do it with her. So she had had to choose well and with care. Eventually, she'd decided on a scenario that was something she had considered before. Something that had fired her mind ever since she was younger, when she first started to discover her submissive tendencies. The idea of finally experiencing it bought a coursing wave of lightning through her body, followed swiftly by racing lust and desire.

Eventually, Elana managed to slip into a deep, but haunted sleep. Thoughts and desires fired through her body, twisting her dreams into fantasies of humiliation and submission that made her twist and squirm in bed, the feeling of Amy's warm body next to her own was only fuel to the fire as her subconscious mind conjured more and more illicit dreams to fill her head. Even in such a state, she listened with half an ear, waiting for the sound that she knew was coming. Eventually, at about seven in the morning, she heard it. An electrical buzzing sound cut through the silence of the early morning, stirring them both from their dreams. Elana's heart started to hammer, it had to be happening at last!

She was the first to rise from the bed, her body already tensed and waiting. A moment later, Amy rose as well, her hair was crumpled against her face, and she blinked in confusion as she stirred slowly. A look of annoyance flashed over her face, filling her blue eyes for a moment.

"Who the hell is that?" She muttered. "We don't open for another hour at least!"

She shook her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Amy was clad in her sleeping clothes; a loose fitting woollen top and bottoms. It was too large for her, so that one of her shoulders was exposed by the neckline. Elana managed to grin in spite of her racing heart.

"We'd probably better check who it is." She said.

Amy shot her a suspicious look.

"If this is because of the rulebook, I am going to be quite cross, you know Elana. I know I agreed to play a part in your horrible sexual perversions, but for god's sake, you could have scheduled the humiliation and slavery for a more reasonable time."

Elana laughed a little nervously, playing with the hem of her own nightwear, a thin woollen dress that was all one piece. It came down from her shoulders to just about her knees, and was bottomless due to the clit piercing that Elana still refused to remove. Right now, she felt as if her clit was on fire. Desire roared through her, anticipation made her heart skip

Together, the two women headed downstairs, towards the entrance to the shop. The buzzer rang again, one more time, causing Amy to curse and mutter to herself as she steamed towards the door. The shop itself was still dark, not due to open for a while yet, but Amy flipped on the switch to the lights, and then marched towards the door.

She opened it, allowing the wan light of the morning to pierce through the doorway, and then stepped back. Outlined in the door, there was a police officer, behind him on the street, his car sat silently. His partner - a blond female officer - stood at his side.

"Amy Rikter?" He asked. Amy nodded slowly, suspicion plain on her face.

"That's me..." She said.

"And you must be Elana Richards?"

Elana nodded as well.

"That's right..." She said. "Is there some sort of trouble, officer?"

"Well, sort of." The man said. "May I come in?"

"Of course." Amy answered, gesturing for him to enter the building. He did so, his partner following as well. Elana noticed that the two of them were a little bit awkward, sharing a look as they crossed the threshold of the door. Amy led them to the upper story, where the flat was, and sat them down on the table. All the while, Elana felt her blood pumping, her throat ran dry. She licked her lips, equally anticipating and dreading what was to come next.

"So what's happening?" Amy asked. "I'm sure you can guess, it's not everyday that a cop shows up at your door. I'm pretty sure we haven't done anything illegal, or at least I hope we haven't. So what's up?"

"Well..." The officer said, almost reluctantly. His eyes moved from Amy to Elana, who had now sat down at the table as well. "To be frank, I am not sure how to tell you this. This isn't what I was trained for at all." He gave a weak chuckle. "But I suppose, that doesn't really matter. Have to do the duty and all of that."

He took a deep breath.

"As you may or may not know, there has recently been a law passed allowing for indentured servitude."

"Slavery." Amy said flatly, the colour leaving her face. "That's what you're saying?"

"To be blunt...yes." The man said. "The government has passed it, and recognised it besides, so it is totally legal in all ways. Many of us don't agree with it but...well, we took an oath to enforce the law. Nowhere does it say that we have to think it's right. The indentured service law is intended for those who owe a certain amount of money, and cannot pay it back, or those who have broken the law in such a way that punishment is required, but time in jail would be detrimental."

"I see..." Amy said. "But I have broken no law, nor has Elana here, and I am pretty sure we don't owe money."

"Yeah." The man grimaced. "But in order to ensure the good running of the law, it was decided that it would have to be tested. For the sake of fairness, two names were simply drawn out of a hat, and those names belonged to the two of you. Your financial assets have been seized and you have been placed in debt."

"You can't be serious." Amy said. "You've taken my money?"

"Slaves can't have money." The female officer said. Unlike the male, her eyes were cold as they scanned over the two. She went on. "You've been placed in debt to the tune of several hundred thousand. From this moment on, the two of you are officially enslaved to the government, and will be given the chance to pay back your debt. At that point, you will be free to go again."

"That is right..." The man said, looking miserable. "I'm very sorry but that it how it has gone. From this moment on, the two of you will be used as the government sees fit, until such a time as it is agreed that your service equal or exceed the amount of money that you now owe."

"We've been sent to collect you for processing." The female officer said. "If the two of you do not resist, we can take you back to the station. If you do resist, we're authorised to cuff you and bring you in regardless."

A brittle silence filled the room for a moment as Amy slowly breathed outwards. Elana cast a look at her, worried for a moment that she had gone too far already. But Amy met her gaze for a moment, and Elana felt her squeeze her hand under the table, a reminder that they were the ones in control. It was only a game, and one that they could stop at any time. So for now, they could play along.

"We don't really have much choice, do we?" Amy said, after a moment.

"I'm afraid not." The man said. "Sorry."