The Reclass Act

Sarah shuffled down the aisle of the bus that had taken her and other girls who had turned eighteen, to their Reclass camp. As she neared the front, she saw her former classmate and friend, Alyssa, bound in a straitjacket and gagged, with an armed guard blocking her access to the aisle. She was being moved straight from the juvenile detention center to the camp, and made eye contact with Sarah and a glimmer of recognition crossed her face. 

One night they thought it would be funny if they would steal a goat from a nearby farmer and put it into one of the public gloryhole walls. Sarah’s dad was a high ranking official in the slave census for the state government, so she swiped his keycard from his lanyard and the two got to work. They had just herded to goat into the room when Sarah left to pay the parking meter in the back. As she got to the car, she heard a “HALT!”, followed by her friend screaming. She flew into the driver’s seat, and made a getaway on her own. The next morning paper read that she was being charged with trespassing, tampering, information withholding, property theft, and conspiracy to uproot community values. Four days later she was sentenced to serve juvie for the remainder of her human life. 

Sarah felt bad for leaving her friend behind, but they both knew the risks, and she was confident that Alyssa never sold her out as no one came to arrest her. Sarah climbed down out of the bus, her sneakers crunching the gravel on the asphalt, she followed the herd of women to what appeared to be an electronic turnstile by a small welcome center. Guards stood on either side of it as the it rotated and beeps after every girl. Sarah could see they were being led into a large building, which she guessed was sort of gymnasium from the outside as it had no windows. Behind her she saw her friend being wheeled toward the entrance strapped to a dolly. Once all the girls were inside the main building, the girls were instructed by a robotic voice to enter any of the rooms, but only one girl in each as these would be their cells.

Sarah slowly followed the herd down the aisle as Alyssa was wheeled behind her, until it was just them left. Alyssa was swerved around her as her guard brought her to the cell at the far end, it appeared to be larger than the others, allowing a second person to stay and tend to the captive. Sarah chose the cell directly next door to her friend so she could look for the opportunity to speak to her. As she walked into the completely white room the metal bars slammed shut behind her. Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin before examining the room. She noticed a cot, a computer-like interface on the wall, and what looked like a dresser. She thought it was strange as women were instructed not to bring any luggage to the camp.

The computer screen came to life and a robotic voice asked her to enter her personal information into the system. She was asked to put her full name and her prior address. The next question she thought was strange, it was asking her to list each slave rank in her desired order. She listed them out; 1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, and 9. She wanted more than anything to be bred as her slave mother told her it was the best possible position for a slave to continue contributing to man’s supremacy. She was confident she’d get a spot as a slave wife as well since she had average sized breasts and wasn’t too chunky or lanky enough for the other roles. It also helped that her father was so high up and she had been born to another slave wife, making her a prime candidate. 

Next she was asked to remove all jewelry and clothing and place them in the dresser, as she did she heard the dresser lock her belongings in and noticed there was no keyhole to retrieve them. “Stand still,” ordered as lazers scanned her body, then suddenly the machine as a mechanical arm swung down and slapped a Control Collar around her neck. “Sarah Newton, primed for reclassification. Please rest.”

Feeling the cold metal around her throat, not even being able to find the seam, Sarah staggered around her room. Her bare feet smacked against the cold, surgical like flooring with each step. “Distress detected. Sedating.” Several arms appeared and held her still as she was injected with a muscle relaxant, then dragged to her bed where her vision blurred and became black.

“WAKE UP SLAVES!” The guard shouted as he banged his nightstick against the doors of their cells. A tray was slid into her room on the floor, a bowl of what looked like oatmeal mixed with a white, yellow, sticky substance. Given what the purpose of slaves are, Sarah knew what it was, but knew that this was nothing compared to what could be expected. She remembered a time when her father’s assistant slave accidentally threw away some important papers. She watched as her father took an industrial five gallon bucket full of semen from some cumdumps he had inspected that day out of the fridge to the basement. He strung the slave up by her feet and she begged him not to do whatever it was he was doing. He bound her arms tight against her back, cutting off the blood flow as she squirmed to find a comfortable position. 

He went to work cutting the lid in half and then cutting a semicircle section out of each. Sarah’s father was a kind man and asked the slave what her last words would be. She was stuttered and stammered but asked for forgiveness and to be let down. Sarah’s father replied that of course he would, as he lowered the rope holding her up, dunking her head into the sludge. He quickly snapped the two lid halfs around her neck, sealing her head to drown in the used spunk. Her body thrashed about as Sarah’s father backed away and watched until her body went limp. When he took off the lid and raised her back up, semen bubbled from her nose and mouth, her hair a cum soaked mop.

Sarah did not want to be in that position and knew that more obedience would again increase her chances of being a slave wife. She took the bowl in her hands and raised it to her lips, slurping the grainy sludge down her throat. She put the bowl and the tray aside and walked to her now open door, where she stood in ger own doorway like the other women.

 “Listen up!” Exclaimed the guard at the end of the hall entrance as he began to slowly pace down the aisle, “Today we are running you all through evaluations, you will obey any and all orders immediately and to the letter unless you want to experience a violent shock from your collar. You will be split into several groups to be taken to different evaluation centers at different times. Seeing as there are only twenty of you, including that criminal gimp, we will split you into 5 groups.” He sauntered before stopping in front of Sarah, an amused look appeared on his face as he shifted his gaze from Alyssa to Sarah. “Slave, what is your opinion of this gimp next to you?” He asked Sarah directly. Sarah’s heart began to race, did he know their relationship? She decided that she should play dumb as the odds of that being the case were exceptionally low.

“I believe she is a criminal sir.” Sarah felt a hot stinging sensation across her cheek as the man’s gloved hand followed through on his swing. Her eyes began to well up as her cheek began to redden. “That is ‘this slave believes she is a criminal sir.’ Let this be a lesson to all of you on how to address yourselves from here on!” Sarah collected herself and looked forward again as he asked her, “So what do you think should happen to her slave? What slave rank should someone like that recieve?” Carefully choosing her words she replied, “This slave believes that she should be categorized into being a pain slave, to be given immense pain before ultimately killing her.” He smirked as he sauntered to Alyssa and began to run his hands around her face and thighs as she still had a straitjacket on, “That’s certainly an option, however she does have a decent body. It'd be a shame to waste it on such gruesome entertainment...anyway, let’s get the day started shall we?”

Sarah didn’t see Alyssa for the rest of the day as she was in another group. Their collars were leashed together and they were led to a nearby building where they were harnessed to a rope attached to a machine and instructed to pull as hard as they could. After that they were attached to a stationary escalator, it only moved when the girls took steps. The machine counted each step until each girl couldn’t take another, the scores were electronically tallied in their collars. Next up was a doctor’s examination to collect information on the condition of their bodies, specifically to see if they had their hymens intact and weren’t carrying diseases. She squirmed a little at all the fondling the doctor did getting measurements, not even acknowledging her as a person. 

After that it was to an onsite gloryhole, where men evaluated each girl’s performance. The girls were allowed to do anything they could to bring pleasure, Sarah stuck will a classic cock sucking as it was around lunchtime and she was hungry for sustenance. Soon after they were sent to a groomer to remove all their body hair. He applied the yellowish cream and it burned away at the cells and made any spot it touched hairless forever. The only spot left was their heads which some of the girls will eventually have removed.  They were then to the showers where they were scrubbed and given enemas that bulged their bellies. The sun was beginning to set and the girls were delivered to their cells.

“Excellent work today slaves, not one of you made an attempt to escape, of course you realize it is hopeless and the best course is submission.” The guard said with a smirk on his face. He continued, “Of course I hope none of you are hungry as you are all being reclassified tomorrow and some of you will be undergoing surgery. That is all, I will see you in the morning for what may be the last time, normally we get to keep you here for about a week but the higher ups wanted to graduate this class early. I have no idea what makes any of you so special or if they just want to make this process faster. Return to your rooms!” Sarah stepped back into her room where she curled up on the bed and clenched her gurgling stomach and drifted to sleep.