Don't Drink and Drive 01

The sight of her bare breasts was the subject of many glances and whispers, only silenced by the stern gaze of the judge."

After removing Sofia's skirt and remaining clothes, she heard 'SLAVE, HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD, FACING THE AUDIENCE!' Naked, Sofia did as she was commanded. The desire to escape overwhelmed her, but she knew she couldn't. She was trapped, not physically, with no chains or handcuffs, only her inability to move kept her there. The shame she felt when her gaze met a colleague's; most looked away or had already left the room, but some, particularly the men, had stayed. She knew her beauty was coveted, and gossip circulated in the school corridors, labeling her as dyke or frigid. Now, all of them could observe the naked body of the "Nun", as she was known. Tears were pouring through her face.

The judge asked the room, "Does anyone here present claim any right over this slave?"

"I claim this slave as compensation for the death of my son," Sofia panicked, her heart stopped, and her breath became erratic, she looked at me, like a drowning man or a woman looking for a buoy.

"Anyone else?"

Then I stood up and said, "I, MIGUEL MOURATO, claim this slave as compensation for the injuries I suffered in the accident she caused."

The judge paused and proclaimed:

"Miguel Mourato, I acknowledge your rights as owner of this slave and assign her to you. Does anyone present have any objections?" The judge turned to Mrs Constanca Silveira who had claimed her, she was clearly upset.

"I have objections; the death of a son is worse than some broken ribs. I only have respect and gratitude for Mr Miguel's actions that day, but in this case, I have to oppose his claim."

"Dona Constança, your son's death has already resulted in the slave's conviction. If we were only discussing the broken ribs, the sentence would not have been the same. Therefore, I consider Mr. Miguel Mourato to be the legal owner of this slave for the next seven years. However, I appoint Dona Constança Silveira as a witness to represent the court during the whipping of the slave." She gave Sofia a threatening look.

The judge called me to where Sofia was standing and handed me a metal collar. It was heavy for its thickness and had various electronic components. The judge looked at me and then at the bailiff who Shouted, "ON YOUR KNEES, SLAVE."

Repeat after me, please, said the Judge, "I, Miguel Mourato, take you as my slave following the law of the Portuguese Republic, I swear on my honor to respect all laws and provisions relating to the possession of your body and of your will."

I repeated the words afraid I would miss something. "I, Miguel Mourato, take you as my slave following the law of the Portuguese Republic, and I swear on my honor to respect all laws and provisions relating to the possession of your body and your will."

Then he turned to Sofia."Now you must say, I Sofia Daniel dos Santos, a slave by judicial decision of the Portuguese Republic, accept Miguel Mourato as my owner and legitimate master and I swear to take his will as mine in all things that concern me"

Sofia hesitated but her lawyer whispered to her. "Be strong my dear, It is almost over, remember what we talked about, seven years are a but second." Sofia realized that this would be her last act of freedom, her final decision for the next years. She had the choice to declare herself my slave willingly or wait to be sold at auction. She sighed and repeated the formula that the judge had spoken. "It was done. For the next seven years, I would be her owner."