Most slaves cost over then thousand pounds with the best ones going for up to fifty thousand. There was no finance plans in place yet for buying a slave, so you had to pay in full and this put owning a slave out of reach for most people. After all who had ten thousand in cash in their bank account, not many. So although slaves were available and there were plenty for sale, the actual amount you saw in your daily life was very few. It was a bit like seeing a Rolls Royce parked on the high street, unless you lived in central London they were rare! The whole idea of slavery though was exciting to Tracey. She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery. Once you bought a slave she was literally your property to be used how you wished. The girl was fitted with a steel collar around her neck and embedded in that was a micro chip that gave anybody who scanned her details of her name, Hardcore age, weight etc. as well as details of her owner. The high price kept most of the sleaziest men who wanted a cheap thrill away but obviously some girls were bought purely as sex japan toys. The man who bought her might be a better class of person but they could be just as perverted as a man who couldn't afford her. The police were not interested either, after all the girl was now a slave and someone's property, if her owner wanted to carry out his most depraved fantasies on her that was not their concern. All of this actually added to Tracey's fantasies of slavery, the idea that she could be bought and collared japanese and then used in whatever way her new owner wished was incredibly exciting to her. In real life she knew she probably wouldn't of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she'd heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting! That kind of thing didn't happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of a slaves daily life. At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure. She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies. So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the application for her, denying her any choice in the matter. 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