The Reclass Act

“Rise and shine slaves, you’re about to be given your new life so show some gratitude!” The guard belted out as he banged on the cell doors. The girls hurriedly lined up outside their rooms, shivering from the cool air against their bodies. “You will be taken before the Reclass board where they will evaluate you, your scores, and for some…” he again walked over to Alyssa, “...your circumstances.” He cut away and continued by pacing up the hall. “You will be given your identification number engraved on your collar and your slave class will be tattooed onto your chest. You there, you’re first” he pointed at the girl at the other end of the hall. Sarah had the sinking feeling that she and Alyssa were last, meaning that slots for slave wives could be filled before she even appeared before the board. She watched as one by one they were taken away, until it was her and Alyssa with the guard. “Seeing as this slave’s attendant had to leave for a family emergency, why don’t you roll her in with you slave.” Sarah gulped and shakedly replied, “Yes sir.” She placed her hands on the handles of the dolly and began to deliver them both to their fates.

As she entered the building, she noticed how much the room resembled a courtroom. Five men were seated on an elevated stand that made it clear they were the board. In the middle of the room was a metal pole. As she set Alyssa to the side of the pole, two guards grabbed Sarah and latched the back of her collar to the pole and bound her arms behind her. Her feet were shackled together, ensuring she could not resist her sentence. She looked up at the board who seemed distracted and uninterested in her. Suddenly the man in the middle spoke, “One...Sarah Newton and Alyssa Davis.” Sarah was immediately confused, these were supposed to be done individually. “Well Sarah, you scored remarkably well on your evaluations and you were born to a high ranking official and his slave wife. We think you are a prime candidate for becoming one yourself.” Sarah beamed, “This slave thanks you sirs.” “Now Alyssa you also scored very well but not as good as Sarah here, you would make a good assistant slave. However you have a history of delinquency I cannot overlook. We haven’t assigned any pain slaves today and we think you might be a good fit.”

Sarah glanced over at Alyssa, as his voice boomed over the mic, “However, your testimony during your plea bargain has implicated Sarah here in your crimes.” Sarah froze in disbelief, “Sarah, you and Alyssa here were friends, and only you could’ve obtained a key card to the backroom of the gloryhole because of your father’s standing. Alyssa here made a deal to tell us who else was involved. This brings us to a double sentencing. How do you plea?” Sarah retorted “Not guilty sirs, this slave-“ Sarah was interrupted by a large crack from his gavel. “Your guilt was already decided. Now for attempting to waste time by claiming innocence I will read the sentencing.” Sarah gulped and panted in a panic as he read aloud, “Alyssa Davis, you are hereby promoted to a personal slave wife. Congratulations on your assignment and thank you for your cooperation. You may say a few words to Sarah here before leaving through the door with the number one on it.” One of the guards began to undo her bonds, releasing her from the dolly. She stood still as he undid the latch on the gag, then slid it forward out of her mouth, revealing it to be a large penis gag that had reached down into her throat. With a smile and saliva across her face she approached and said to Sarah, “Thanks for this, without you I would’ve never gotten the training or scapegoat I needed to get here!” She pecked a dumbstruck Sarah on the cheek before skipping off to the door. After the door slammed shut, Sarah began to lose it, she thrashed in her bonds as tears flowed down her face and screams escaped her throat. “Now we know you’re happy for your friend but please hold it together. Take that gag and put it on her.” The rest of the room gave a light chuckle, and the guard grabbed here by the cheeks and forced the large rubber cock down her throat. This caused Sarah to thrash about even more, she was choking on the intruder and the tears streamed down her face. “Now Sarah, given your severe crimes and our progress in science we have a special treat for you. You will be the first of class 10’s to exist. This is basically another pain slave class, but we’ll have to show you what sets you apart from others. Let’s get you to the lab.”

The guards had roughly attached Sarah to the dolly that Alyssa previously occupied. She had little reason to cooperate, knowing that being the lowest ranked slave to ever exist meant that her fate was going to be hell. The guards wheeled her out of the room and building, before she was taken off of the dolly and rebound to a stretcher. She was hoisted onto the back of a medical golf cart before two guards got in the front and sped off to the far end of the camp. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another bus arriving, growing smaller and smaller as she was taken away from where she believed she should be.

The cart lurched as the guard slammed the brakes and they slid across the gravel. They were at another building, but this one was much wider and shorter. Two men in white hazmat suits appeared over her and lifted her stretcher and into the garage door of the building. She was set down on a table before she felt the burning sensation of the hair removal cream on her scalp, all she could do was whimper through the gag. Soon a hose appeared above her and a thick cloth was draped over her face and a hand was pressed against her forehead. Suddenly water gushed out of the hose, the rag was soaked, and Sarah couldn’t breathe. They were waterboarding her as they washed the cream away! She bucked under the restraints, her lungs burned; longing for air. Then the cloth was ripped away and she was gasping through her nostrils before it was quickly reapplied. She couldn’t take it anymore and the world went to black.

“Wakey wakey slave” cooed the voice of the man holding smelling salts to Sarah’s nose. Sarah’s eyes fluttered open to a blurry image of the head board member. “You croak that easily to a little waterboarding, you’ll be unconscious for most of your life. Hopefully you’ll learn to endure, because you’re gonna be around for even longer than me.” He gave a light chuckle. Sarah wasn’t sure if she liked the sound of that, she was supposed to be the lowest slave, so how come he made it sound like she wasn’t going to be released with death? 

“You look confused, let me show you what I mean.” He went behind the gurney she was bound to and pushed her out of the room into a long hallway. They travelled sometime before he stopped and pressed a button on a remote. Sarah began to turn upright, still locked into place. She could see through the window some men in lab coats with some mice. One of the lab coats had bound the mouse to the table before he grabbed a mallet and slammed it into the flesh. Sarah jerked in shock and disgust, and tried to look away but man escorting her forced her face forward. The flattened body on the table began to inflate and soon the mouse was squeaking again as if it was in a panic, but otherwise it looked as healthy as ever. The only evidence left being blood splatters across the white sterile room.

This is what you will be turned into. You will be graciously given a very expensive treatment that will turn you into the very first, and probably only, immortal pain slave. You will actually regrow limbs too, anything that changes your physiology will be reverted in twelve hours, so things like tattoos stay. Piercings will be adopted by the body and merge with the flesh. The official title is going to be ‘Abomination Slave’ or ‘Witch Slave’. we haven’t really decided yet.” Sarah stared at the mouse in horror, as she began to understand the man’s words from earlier, she would not be given the release of death from her suffering. “Now then usually on the pain slaves we let them kept their voice so they can beg for their death, it isn’t actually the screams of pain that we let them keep it. We have a way to remove your ability to form words and speech, but you’ll still be able to scream your heart out. Of course if you manage that it’ll just go right back!” He bellowed out a laugh at his own morbid joke. “Let’s go get that done so we can take that gag out shall we? I’m sure you’ve grown tired of the flavor of your friend’s spit.” She was once again laid flat on the gurney as she whimpered pathetically.

They went down the hall before they entered another room with four other lab coats and a machine with many mechanical arms. In the center of the machine was a place for Sarah to be bound on her back, arms and legs spread eagled. “This is where you will undergo treatment for the next few days. Aside from a few procedures you will be granted sedation, as technically your sentence hasn’t begun yet.” The men in coats injected a syringe into her arm before unbinding her. She found her body was limp, as they lifted her up and laid her on the machine. She heard a click as her collar secured her neck, then the laches on her upper arm and legs, wrists and ankles, and then under her breasts.

“We are going to remove the gag now, so you may say a few final words. I suggest you remain civil, or we may forget you are supposed to be sedated. Understand?” Sarah nodded her head pathetically. The man reached behind her head and undid the latch, before slowly sliding the rubber cock out of her mouth. Sarah took deep breaths as her throat adjusted to the removal. “Now slave, what do you have to say?” Sarah replied between bated breaths, “This slave...thanks you...sir...please...just...kill...me...don’t...do...this…” “This was your sentence, and I’m afraid that there’s no room for an appeal.” he said, flatly with no sympathy in his voice. “I’ll...do...any...thing...please…” He shook his head, “I’m afraid you can’t fight this fate slave. Do you have any other last words?” She replied, “My...friend...she...once...graff...i.......tied...the...town...hall…” The man’s face grew stern, “Really? Is that true or are you trying to reverse this situation again?” Sarah strained, “It's...true…” “I see...we’ve investigated that incident years ago, before I sent her to Juvie...but never had any leads. I will be seeing her again now then thanks to you. I assure you she won’t be the slave wife you wanted to be. Now I think that’s enough chatting, the boys here are itching to get started. Goodbye slave.” She saw him smile as he turned away, then a prick on her neck and the ceiling blurred before going black.