Sarah was the typical college freshman. She had applied to some of the better schools as well as the local community college. She was glad to receive acceptance letters from some of the more notable colleges, but one school had offered her a full scholarship, including room and board. Sarah was shocked at the offer. Her grades weren't that good, she thought. She talked it over with her parents. Then the story came out.
"Sarah dear, that full scholarship has a major clause in it. It says, if you miss one class, fail one test, or fail to perform on the cheerleading squad, the school has the right to convert you into a slave." Her dad was reading the fine print, or so Sarah thought. "It is going to be a major test for you, to meet these goals, dear. It is doable, but I am just concerned you might come back to us, not as a daughter, but as a slave."
"Oh dad, you worry too much. I can do it. After all, I was captain of the cheer squad, and I doubt there will any problem making it to class. After all, I've had perfect attendance, haven't I?" Sarah said, throwing out her cute butt every so often, just for the thrill of it. Sarah's younger sister also smirked to herself. She had a feeling it wouldn't be long before they had a new slave.
"Ok dear. Since it seems like your mind is set on this, despite the huge risks, we'll sign the forms, as your parents, to allow the school the right to change your status, at their discretion." Her dad and mom took the pen, and signed the forms, while Sarah signed the acceptance letter for the scholarship.
Across the country, similar discussions were taking place in various kitchens, dining rooms, and other places, and eager girls and boys began signing. The school was a well known and highly respected college, the graduates were known as the best in their fields, with many going on to highly classified jobs or to the top levels of management in major corporations. The losers, however, were also highly sought after, but for a much more dubious role.
Sarah packed up her things, and left with her parents for check in at the college. It was a 3 day drive, out to almost the middle of nowhere. Sarah passed the time texting her friends, telling them about the exclusive offer she had received. A few had also gotten the offers, but none of them wanted to take the risk. Their parents had tried to talk them into it, but they had less ambition (or were smarter) than their parents had thought.
Sarah was surprised, on the third day, to drive thru a small town, next to the campus. The town was surrounded by a high chain link fence, with barbed wire on the top, and a moat. When her dad pulled off at the local gas station, Sarah asked about the fence from the attendant.
"Oh, nothing to worry about dear, we just don't want any of the problems associated with major colleges invading our little area. The fence forces anyone coming, to pass over the bridges and thru the security scanners. We devised a system, to alert us to weapons, drugs, booze, and a host of other problems. If we detect them, well, let's just say the party won't know what hit them." The attendant seemed like a nice guy, and Sarah did a little flirting with him, just to be nice.
With the car filled with gas, and Sarah and her parents having had lunch at the local diner, Sarah and her family proceeded to the college. The entrance was nothing like Sarah had expected. There was a stone wall around the whole of the campus, and again, a moat. The obvious difference was the size of the buildings. There seemed to be the typical college buildings, but there were also smaller huts around the entrances, which left Sarah wondering what they were for.
"Well, pumpkin, we're here. Good luck." Her dad pulled the car off into the entrance of the college, and to the women's dorm building. Sarah was surprised that the women's dorms were huge. Five stories tall, and as long as a city block, they seemed more in line with large hotel rooms than a college dorm building. Sarah's dad helped her to move her things into her room, and then took her across his lap for a parting spanking.
"Now be good, Sarah dear, and please try your best or else....well, I know a few friends here in town, who can help you out."
Sarah yelped at each swat, and wiggled her ass, but still she smiled and hugged her dad when he let her up. Sarah hugged her mom and her sis, and then gave her dad a parting hug, before watching them driving off. Her dad had written down the names and phone numbers of some friends he had in the town, in case Sarah wanted a warm, home cooked meal and a motivational talk.
Sarah was ecstatic. Here she was, now out on her own, the world at her feet. All she had to do was keep her self motivated. Her dad's last spanking had been one she was expecting, as was the note he had passed her. She knew any motivational talking was going to be accompanied by her receiving a red ass. But, she was a grown girl, and thought she wouldn't need to use it. She did, however, tuck it into her desk, just in case.
After getting settled in her dorm room, Sarah began the task of checking in to the college. The campus wasn't that spread out, thankfully, but there were some tasks she had to do, before classes started. She headed off to the gym, to check out the exercise equipment, as well as to check in with the cheerleading coach about tryouts.
She quickly found the cheerleading coach's office and checked in, picking up her uniforms. She was puzzled by the Dalmatian on the front, till she heard the school mascot was the Dalmatians. She was also surprised that there was a uniform for classes, one for practices, one for home games, one for away games, and even one for town wear. She was puzzled at first, till the coach explained that as a member of the cheerleading squad, all her outfits were going to be provided. The squad had a strict policy that the members wear their uniforms at all times, so that faculty and other class members knew she was a special project, and as such, already spoken for. The town uniform was especially short, because there was a list of town residents the girls were permitted to see for motivational talks as well as dinner and homework helpers. The list had the different families broken down by headings, and Sarah saw a few names that seemed familiar from her dad's list. She asked the coach if she could also visit her dad's friends. The coach asked to see the list, and Sarah said she would bring it to practice that night. The coach then sent Sarah to change in the locker room, and then gave her directions to the administration building, to get her class schedules and books.
Sarah entered the large administration building, and found the registration line for her last name, and got in line. Thankfully, the line seemed to move fast, and Sarah was quickly at the front of the line.
"Let's see.....Ah yes, Sarah Owens. I have you down for math 101, English composition, American history, gymnastics, and slave law 101. Here is your schedule, dear. Oh, and I have a note you need to sign here, acknowledging receipt of the schedule, and then we need to fit your tracer collar. This allows you access to the classrooms, labs, gyms, pool, and other campus buildings. It also tracks your spending money and location all over the town. After all, we don't want our students being hurt, do we?" The plump little lady sitting behind the desk passed over the schedule, and helped fix the collar around Sarah's neck. "Welcome to Excellence University, dear."
Sarah smiled again, and went back to her room. Sarah hung up her uniforms, placed the cheerleading panties in her panty drawer, and began by setting up her computer network. She checked the web for any emails, read a note her dad had apparently sent her the night before, asking her again to please do her best, then saw a note from someone in town.
"Welcome to the School, dear. As the town Mayor, it is my pleasure to inform you that the town serves as the residences for some of the seniors, as well as faculty homes and head recruiting centers for some of the major companies. I would advise you to come to town regularly, to get to know a few of the residents. Good impressions are always helpful, and the sooner you begin to network, to more likely the chances you will be hired when you complete your classes. Also, should an upper class member invite you to their home, be sure to check their name against your approved list. Some of the invites will not be allowed to meet you, but will try anyways. The approved list was given to you by the cheerleading coach. We look forward to seeing you at the first game. Sincerely, the Mayor."
Sarah was surprised to learn that there might be invites by others to come visit their places, and even more surprised to learn that there seemed to be a cast system in place in the town. Sarah quickly pulled out the list her coach had given her, and entered the information into her computer's address system, and also the email address and contact information into the email scanners, and marked them with priority flags. She also began to make sure her system was hacker proof, and pass worded, to prevent anyone from changing things. When Sarah was done improving her computer, she saw it was nearing 5pm, and checked the cheerleading website, and saw practice was in 1 hour. She knew there was no way she was going to be late for her first practice, so she changed into her practice uniform, including the Dalmatian print panties, and then headed over to the gym.
There was about 30 minutes before the formal practice began, and Sarah was glad to see she was first to get there. She handed over the list her dad had given her to the coach, who took it back to her office. Sarah began to stretch and warm up, as more member of the squad began to show up. Sarah was surprised there were not too many upper class members to the squad, only 14, to be exact: 2 seniors, 2 juniors, and 10 sophomores. The freshmen count this year was 30, including 10 boys. Sarah was even more surprised when the boys showed up, as they were all dressed in girl's uniforms.
Sarah was shocked, as well, when she got her first glimpse of the mascots the school had. Crawling on the floor was a Dalmatian, of sorts. A woof from the dog quickly made it clear, she was human. Sarah and the freshmen gasped, upon seeing the unfortunate girl. The girl was bent over on all 4's, crawling along on her knees and elbows. The mascot costume was a rubber suit, painted like a Dalmatian, including a face muzzle and ring gag. The most humiliating thing, however, was the tail. Sarah could trace it back to the suit, and saw it was inserted in the girl's ass.
"Ah good, I see you girls have met missy, our mascot. Be forewarned, this will be your fate, should you miss any practices, fail to meet the dress code, or fail any class assignment. We take our academics and our performance schedule very seriously here. Missy was the last girl to show up tonight. She will remain in the suit, until one of you mess up. And if you think you'll be returned to human form, after this, you're sadly mistaken. Once one of you fails to measure up, either in academics or here at practice, Missy becomes property of the school, and can be sold to anyone on the campus, including you girls. Now girls, line up in height, from shortest to tallest. Move!"
The girls scampered into a line, including the upper classmen. Even missy joined the line. The coach walked the line, checking each girl to make sure her uniform was correct. "Good, good, good, need some better sneakers here, good, pass, good, hair needs to be a ponytail or pigtails, ok, pass, good. Ok girls. Now, those to whom I made comments to: consider this as a warning. Since it is check in day, I realize that there has been some confusion, moving in, and an unfamiliar environment, and not enough time to get situated, so I will grant the passes this time. But, for the rest of the year, I expect the best. Now, let's break this down...you, you, you and you, step forward." The coach picked out the 4 shortest girls, including Sarah, and sent them to the middle of the gym floor. "You ladies will be our flyers. Now, you last 4 on the end, come here." This time, the 4 tallest girls (the boys in drag) came forward. "You ladies will be the bases and tossers. The rest of you, break down into these 4 pairs. These will be your friends, team mates, and lifelines. If one of you fails, the whole group fails. Therefore, you are dependant on each other. Now, returning girls, fill in the freshmen on the routines, cheers, chants, and other traditions. There will be a quiz on Friday. Dismissed." Sarah spent the rest of the night, till 9pm, talking and grilling the upperclassmen in her group about everything, hoping she would be able to remember it for Friday.
Classes began the following morning, and Sarah was already beginning to get the sinking impression there would be trouble in her first class. Sure enough, within 30 minutes, a girl sitting behind her was being cuffed and gagged, for talking in class, without asking permission. The helpless girl was grabbed by 2 others, stripped, gagged, and hogtied. Her trussed body was then unceremoniously dumped by the door, on a frame, where she swayed for the rest of the class. The rest of the freshmen could only watch in horror, as she was loaded into a robotic vehicle, and carted away.
The classes for the rest of the day seemed to go well, however, there were always the ones who seemed to want to act out, or failed to receive permission to do some activity. Sarah was smart, however, and quickly learned that as freshmen, everything needed to be preceded by asking for permission to do something. At each class, she was sure to ask for permission to take notes with her computer, ask to drink from her water bottle, and to be dismissed when class was over (unless of course, the professor said "dismissed" at the end of the class).
The hardest class she had, seemed to be the math class. While the equations weren't that difficult to grasp at first, Sarah was having difficulty concentrating on the professor. The professor was carrying around a paddle, and seemed to delight in swatting the rumps of the students who didn't get the equations written out correctly. After the class, Sarah remained behind, to ask the professor if she could take some extra notes, or get some extra help studying the math equations. The professor smiled, and nodded to Sarah, and scanned Sarah's collar, to retrieve her email address, then told her she would dispatch an email to her, with her address and phone number. She also would send a note to the coach, to inform her of Sarah's request for help. While asking for help was not against the rules, any professor who was asked for help was also required to scan in the cheerleader's collar, so that permissions could be checked and modified if necessary.
Sarah returned to her dorm room, to find 3 emails waiting for her on her computer. The first was from her cheer squad members, to arrange a get together that night, to go over the information the upperclassmen had provided for the quiz on Friday. The second was from the cheerleading coach, informing Sarah that the request for help had been received and approved, as well as informing Sarah that the professor had made a request for her services. The third was from the math professor, informing Sarah that she was expected at her house after class the following day, and would be returning with a friend, if Sarah chose to accept the responsibility.
Sarah acknowledged the emails, and made her room ready for the girls from her team. She laid out some water, carrots, and of course, her computer note taking system. The girls arrived at 8 that night, all in their uniforms. Sarah was surprised to see that as they entered her room, each of the girl's collar's blinked. She made a note to check that during the day tomorrow, as well.
The girls all talked about the routines, as well as to the boys in their girlish uniforms. It seemed that the boys who were accepted to the squad were part of a group who had tried to make their high school accept boys on the all girl squad. They claimed it was discrimination, and won, so the school had allowed them to join, but they had to become girls. So the boys agreed to join as girls, and the lawsuit threatened had been dropped. This of course, however, lead to the current predicament they were in now, having accepted the scholarship, they were again forced to serve as girls, rather than as boys.
As the night progressed, notes were taken by all the girls, about the school, the teams, the mascot, and all the various cheers, chants, and traditions. The one thing no one seemed to be able to grasp, however, if there was an assigned curfew or not. Sarah had scoped the school and cheerleading handbook and checked for curfews, and the only note she saw, was a warning that those who failed to measure up, would become missy.
Sarah wasn't surprised that spankings were common punishments for minor mistakes, and was even glad in a way that there wouldn't be automatic conversion if someone didn't do their part in the first attempts. It seemed that there would be time to practice, before a quiz on the routine was required to be preformed in front of the squad.
As the girls began to leave, Sarah also noticed the collars would blink, and made another note to check on the meaning of the blinking collars. When she closed the door for the last time, she turned to her computer, and checked her email, and to her surprise, she found a note from the school's security service, indicating that 4 collars had been detected entering and departing her room that night, and enquiring of her, if everything was alright. She responded that it was a cheerleading meeting and study session, and that everything was normal, and soon discovered that the school was determined to make sure students were safe. Crime, it seemed, did not happen on this campus, without someone knowing it.
The following day, Sarah went to her classes as usual, and seemed to be in a much better attitude. She wasn't that distracted this time around, and was even beginning to see that the remaining girls in all her classes were beginning to understand that grades came first. Sarah was also surprised to see a few new slaves moving around the campus, and wasn't too surprised when she saw one of her old classmates' now naked and delivering supplies to the classrooms.
At the math class, Sarah again confirmed her appointment with the professor, and quickly explained she would need to change uniforms before entering town. The professor nodded, and said it would be alright, and she would pick Sarah up in front of her dorm building, 20 minutes after class let out. Sarah was sure to take notes, and even made a separate file for questions she had. When class was dismissed, Sarah rushed over to her dorm room, changed her uniform to the town uniform, and grabbed her book, computer, and scurried down to the dorm entrance, and got there as the professor was driving up. Sarah entered the car, fastened her seat belt, and sat back for the drive to the professor's home.
Sarah and the professor, Ms Liz, arrived at the house, after only 10 minutes. Sarah helped Ms Liz remove her notes and things to the house, then the two women entered the dining room, and began to go over what questions Sarah had regarding the math lessons. Sarah found the information more than helpful, and was very pleased she had the courage to ask for help early, rather than getting herself into a hole. Ms Liz was also pleased the perky cheerleader had asked for help early, as she now had a girl she could slowly mold into a math wiz. Sarah and Ms Liz spent almost 3 hours that night, going over both the current lessons and the upcoming assignments and formulas. Ms Liz was excited that this cheerleader wasn't all looks and no brains. She had already decided that Sarah could make a good math and dance teacher, and decided to offer Sarah a deal.
Sarah listened as Ms Liz offered to automatically pass Sarah, in exchange for Sarah becoming Ms Liz's spanking toy for the school year. Sarah asked what would be required of her, as well as the duration of her service to Ms Liz, and also if Ms Liz would still teach her math both in class and thru tutoring lessons. Ms Liz explained that as a spanking toy, Sarah would be required to come to her house each week, and be spanked by Ms Liz or by anyone she designated, for a period of up to 2 hours. Since Sarah was on the cheerleading squad, and had uniform requirements, the spankings would always be able to be visually hidden by Sarah's uniforms, but Sarah would have to dress up when she came to Ms Liz's house, as Ms Liz demanded. Ms Liz further agreed to continue to teach Sarah thru tutoring lessons, but Sarah was going to be removed from the official class schedule, so as to not be a distraction to Ms Liz. Sarah asked about how the automatic passing grade would be determined, and how it would appear on her transcript, and Ms Liz smiled at Sarah. Sarah had figured out the first trap already.
"Sarah, the offer was a test. If you had just agreed to the offer, your transcript would have been marked with an F, since you would have stopped coming to class. I am glad to see that greed isn't a motivating factor in your thinking, and therefore, I will continue to tutor you. However, since you now know one of the tricks used by me to entrap girls, I am going to have to place a monitor in your collar, to alert other professors not to try to offer you the automatic passing grade trick. This will also mark you, as a potential slave owner in the school's database. Normally, the freshmen are not made aware of the slave ownership rules, because there is too much pressure on you, as it is. However, you may have received an email from the school security office, when you had your little cheerleading meeting last night. The email was both a check to be sure you hadn't been raped or had anything else that you didn't want happening to you, but also to check to see if you had been enslaving anyone, or being enslaved yourself. Now, since you know that freshmen can enslave anyone as well, I have a test for you. Each freshman class has 10% of the freshmen marked and selected each year, as potential owners. As your time here increases, the percentage of your freshmen class transformed into slaves also increases, as to the number of slaves being converted by both faculty and other students. Usually, the breakdown goes 50% for freshmen, 50% for sophomores, 50% of juniors, and 90% of seniors. My test for you, Sarah, is to convert one of your friends into your own personal slave. I will give you a 2 week timer, at the end of which time, you will either present to me your slave, or you will become my slave."
Sarah was surprised at the speech, but gasped as Ms Liz picked up a scanner, and scanned Sarah's collar. Sarah knew a few of the girls might just accept the offer to avoid class work, but Sarah also knew she had to play it carefully. Sarah then blushed, and asked if she owned a slave, if she could still be spanked by Ms Liz too. Ms Liz smiled, and then took Sarah across her lap, lifted her cheerleading skirt, lowered her cheer panties, and spanked Sarah till Sarah was crying and yelping. Ms Liz sent Sarah to the corner of the room for half an hour, and then told the cheerleader if she still wanted to be spanked, she could be as well. Sarah smiled, thanked Ms Liz, dressed, and then accepted a ride back to her dorm room. Sarah got to her room at 8 pm, and checked her email.
She saw the note and the rulebook from the security office, indicating her change in status to potential owner, the countdown clock running, and also a note from the cheerleading coach that she had been appointed as one of the disciplinarians of the squad, as well as a list of the girls already in trouble, and potentially conversions. One of the girls was in Sarah's squad, and Sarah decided to pick her. Sarah sent an email to the security office how to request a bitchsuit for her target, and to her target girl, to arrange a meeting to discuss squad business for the following night. Sarah then changed into her Pajamas, and settled in to bed.
The next morning, Sarah woke early, checked her email, and saw that security had been informed of her request for a bitchsuit for her target girl would be ready for the following day after confirmation of enslavement; the cheer coach had been informed of Sarah's plan to enslave the girl and had approved the attempt; and Sarah's target had accepted the meeting time at Sarah's dorm room that night. As Sarah dressed for the day, security came by her room, and installed a capture frame next to the door, as well as a cage bed for Sarah. The cage bed was a bed with a cage under it, for the slave to be kept in. Sarah was informed that the slave, once suited as a dog, could accompany Sarah across the campus, but would have to remain in the kennels outside the buildings, until Sarah left the class, and Sarah could be fined or enslaved, if the slave dog attempted to escape. Sarah signed the acknowledgement forms, and made arrangements to have the security office make a pickup the following morning, unless informed that the effort failed. The officer acknowledged the request, and reminded Sarah to notify the office via email by 12 midnight, or the pickup team would take Sarah, in lieu of the target girl.
Sarah had a busy school day this particular day, involving 3 quizzes and one written paper due. Sarah handed in her work, and was pleased that the grading system was almost instantaneous. She beamed as she saw 100, 100, 98, and 100 posted for her quizzes and paper, and was pleased that all the rest of her squad members also had passed the exams. When she got to Ms Liz's class, Sarah smiled at Ms Liz, and took her seat, and began to review her notes from both the previous day and from the tutoring sessions. Ms Liz smiled as well, since Sarah had emailed her already that she was in the process of collecting a slave, as requested. At the end of the class, however, Ms Liz asked Sarah to remain behind, which Sarah did.
"Sarah, you are making some excellent progress here, and I was pleased to know you are a quick study. However, I asked you to remain behind, because I would like you to think about a second offer I want to make for you. I know you are going after a slave tonight, since I am part of the school's security team. However, the slave you are going after tonight is also someone I would like to have. Now, I know I tasked you to convert someone to a slave last night, and gave you a 2 week timer. I am thinking, however, that the time requirements for taking care of a slave, on top of the class work and cheerleading work, will be difficult. If you find you don't have the time, I would be willing to buy the slave from you. No, you don't have to answer now, but I want you to know, the offer is on the table."
Sarah said she would think about it, and then was excused to her dorm, to prepare for the night's activities. Sarah checked the slaving manual security had sent along, and saw that for a slave acquisition to be considered legal, the slave had to be recorded agreeing to serve, or be found by security in such a manor that dispute would be nearly impossible to be objected to. Security considered a ball gag, blindfold, cage, rope or cuff bondage in addition to nudity to be acceptable forms of non verbal agreement to conversion. Sarah then devised a plan, and began setting out the items she would need, to get the girl to agree to being placed into the cage bed.
At 9 pm that night, Samantha knocked on Sarah's dorm room door, and was promptly greeted by Sarah. Sam and Sarah had met fist during practice, and later during the note session. Sarah liked the curves on Sam, and Sam was smitten with Sarah and her apparent knowledge and skills in the classroom and on the squad.
Sarah quickly informed Samantha that there were notes from the cheerleading coach that Samantha had been written up in 3 classes for talking and by the cheerleading coach for messing up on some of the chants. Predictably, Samantha was scarred and begged Sarah for some help. Sarah was ready for the request for help, and offered Samantha the choice of becoming her slave, or being punished by the facility. Samantha was distraught, but she knew the punishments the faculty could dish out were far worse than what she thought Sarah could administer, so Samantha asked Sarah if she would accept her enslavement. Sarah printed out the enslavement form, had Samantha fill in her name in the slave places, recorded her reading it aloud to Sarah, then sent a pickup confirmation to the security office.
After Samantha had read the enslavement contract aloud, into Sarah's webcam, Sarah had Samantha strip naked, go into the bathroom and wash, then come out crawling. Sarah had Samantha crawl to her, then fixed the ball gag around the girl's head, placing the gag into her mouth, then took Samantha over her lap, and spanked her ass till it was cherry red. Samantha moaned thru her gag as she was spanked, but knew she was now Sarah's, and didn't try to resist too much. Sarah had Samantha crawl into the cage under her bed, and locked the electronic lock. Sarah then crawled into bed, and turned out the lights, and went to bed.
The following morning, Sarah awoke to the security team knocking on her door, and watching them secure Samantha into a transport frame. There was some paperwork to fill out, including if Samantha was to be offered to the school for sale, if she was to become a puppy to Sarah, or if Sarah wanted to limit her slave status. Sarah opted to offer Samantha to Ms Liz, and if Ms Liz declined, Samantha was to be returned to Sarah as a puppy slave. Samantha took the news with a glimmer of hope, then despair as her fate was confirmed, and she was wheeled out into the hall. Sarah meanwhile hopped into the shower, and dressed for the day.
At math class, Ms Liz smiled at Sarah and informed her that Samantha was going to be serving as her spanking toy for the rest of the year, unless she was displeased, in which case, Sarah could have her back as a puppy slave or offer the slave to the school population in general.
Sarah continued doing excellent in her classes freshman year, and was quickly made the sophomore class official slaver. During her time, she had earned herself strait A's in all her classes, as well as made herself well known as an exceptional slaver, having captured 4 girls, 2 of whom now serve her as her own pony girls as well as 1 maid and 1 sex toy. Sarah took up residence in the town, after accepting the post of cheerleading coach and math tutor, helping Ms Liz to grade tests. She eventually joined the school security team, and helped to enslave numerous girls. She still got her bottom warmed when she needed it, too.
Ms Liz kept Samantha for the year, and then offered the girl a choice as to leave and be sold to the town, or remain on as her personal slave toy. Samantha chose to remain with Ms Liz.
Of the freshmen cheerleaders on the squad, 10 were to become Missy the bitchsuit mascot. The last conversion happened in October, which left the poor girl crawling for the remainder of the school year, thru the summer, and even for the first month of the following year. After the time as missy, she was purchased by another facility member, who kept her as a bitchsuit puppy for the rest of her life.
The End.....or is it?
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Sarah.
"Sarah dear, that full scholarship has a major clause in it. It says, if you miss one class, fail one test, or fail to perform on the cheerleading squad, the school has the right to convert you into a slave." Her dad was reading the fine print, or so Sarah thought. "It is going to be a major test for you, to meet these goals, dear. It is doable, but I am just concerned you might come back to us, not as a daughter, but as a slave."
"Oh dad, you worry too much. I can do it. After all, I was captain of the cheer squad, and I doubt there will any problem making it to class. After all, I've had perfect attendance, haven't I?" Sarah said, throwing out her cute butt every so often, just for the thrill of it. Sarah's younger sister also smirked to herself. She had a feeling it wouldn't be long before they had a new slave.
"Ok dear. Since it seems like your mind is set on this, despite the huge risks, we'll sign the forms, as your parents, to allow the school the right to change your status, at their discretion." Her dad and mom took the pen, and signed the forms, while Sarah signed the acceptance letter for the scholarship.
Across the country, similar discussions were taking place in various kitchens, dining rooms, and other places, and eager girls and boys began signing. The school was a well known and highly respected college, the graduates were known as the best in their fields, with many going on to highly classified jobs or to the top levels of management in major corporations. The losers, however, were also highly sought after, but for a much more dubious role.
Sarah packed up her things, and left with her parents for check in at the college. It was a 3 day drive, out to almost the middle of nowhere. Sarah passed the time texting her friends, telling them about the exclusive offer she had received. A few had also gotten the offers, but none of them wanted to take the risk. Their parents had tried to talk them into it, but they had less ambition (or were smarter) than their parents had thought.
Sarah was surprised, on the third day, to drive thru a small town, next to the campus. The town was surrounded by a high chain link fence, with barbed wire on the top, and a moat. When her dad pulled off at the local gas station, Sarah asked about the fence from the attendant.
"Oh, nothing to worry about dear, we just don't want any of the problems associated with major colleges invading our little area. The fence forces anyone coming, to pass over the bridges and thru the security scanners. We devised a system, to alert us to weapons, drugs, booze, and a host of other problems. If we detect them, well, let's just say the party won't know what hit them." The attendant seemed like a nice guy, and Sarah did a little flirting with him, just to be nice.
With the car filled with gas, and Sarah and her parents having had lunch at the local diner, Sarah and her family proceeded to the college. The entrance was nothing like Sarah had expected. There was a stone wall around the whole of the campus, and again, a moat. The obvious difference was the size of the buildings. There seemed to be the typical college buildings, but there were also smaller huts around the entrances, which left Sarah wondering what they were for.
"Well, pumpkin, we're here. Good luck." Her dad pulled the car off into the entrance of the college, and to the women's dorm building. Sarah was surprised that the women's dorms were huge. Five stories tall, and as long as a city block, they seemed more in line with large hotel rooms than a college dorm building. Sarah's dad helped her to move her things into her room, and then took her across his lap for a parting spanking.
"Now be good, Sarah dear, and please try your best or else....well, I know a few friends here in town, who can help you out."
Sarah yelped at each swat, and wiggled her ass, but still she smiled and hugged her dad when he let her up. Sarah hugged her mom and her sis, and then gave her dad a parting hug, before watching them driving off. Her dad had written down the names and phone numbers of some friends he had in the town, in case Sarah wanted a warm, home cooked meal and a motivational talk.
Sarah was ecstatic. Here she was, now out on her own, the world at her feet. All she had to do was keep her self motivated. Her dad's last spanking had been one she was expecting, as was the note he had passed her. She knew any motivational talking was going to be accompanied by her receiving a red ass. But, she was a grown girl, and thought she wouldn't need to use it. She did, however, tuck it into her desk, just in case.
After getting settled in her dorm room, Sarah began the task of checking in to the college. The campus wasn't that spread out, thankfully, but there were some tasks she had to do, before classes started. She headed off to the gym, to check out the exercise equipment, as well as to check in with the cheerleading coach about tryouts.
She quickly found the cheerleading coach's office and checked in, picking up her uniforms. She was puzzled by the Dalmatian on the front, till she heard the school mascot was the Dalmatians. She was also surprised that there was a uniform for classes, one for practices, one for home games, one for away games, and even one for town wear. She was puzzled at first, till the coach explained that as a member of the cheerleading squad, all her outfits were going to be provided. The squad had a strict policy that the members wear their uniforms at all times, so that faculty and other class members knew she was a special project, and as such, already spoken for. The town uniform was especially short, because there was a list of town residents the girls were permitted to see for motivational talks as well as dinner and homework helpers. The list had the different families broken down by headings, and Sarah saw a few names that seemed familiar from her dad's list. She asked the coach if she could also visit her dad's friends. The coach asked to see the list, and Sarah said she would bring it to practice that night. The coach then sent Sarah to change in the locker room, and then gave her directions to the administration building, to get her class schedules and books.
Sarah entered the large administration building, and found the registration line for her last name, and got in line. Thankfully, the line seemed to move fast, and Sarah was quickly at the front of the line.
"Let's see.....Ah yes, Sarah Owens. I have you down for math 101, English composition, American history, gymnastics, and slave law 101. Here is your schedule, dear. Oh, and I have a note you need to sign here, acknowledging receipt of the schedule, and then we need to fit your tracer collar. This allows you access to the classrooms, labs, gyms, pool, and other campus buildings. It also tracks your spending money and location all over the town. After all, we don't want our students being hurt, do we?" The plump little lady sitting behind the desk passed over the schedule, and helped fix the collar around Sarah's neck. "Welcome to Excellence University, dear."
Sarah smiled again, and went back to her room. Sarah hung up her uniforms, placed the cheerleading panties in her panty drawer, and began by setting up her computer network. She checked the web for any emails, read a note her dad had apparently sent her the night before, asking her again to please do her best, then saw a note from someone in town.
"Welcome to the School, dear. As the town Mayor, it is my pleasure to inform you that the town serves as the residences for some of the seniors, as well as faculty homes and head recruiting centers for some of the major companies. I would advise you to come to town regularly, to get to know a few of the residents. Good impressions are always helpful, and the sooner you begin to network, to more likely the chances you will be hired when you complete your classes. Also, should an upper class member invite you to their home, be sure to check their name against your approved list. Some of the invites will not be allowed to meet you, but will try anyways. The approved list was given to you by the cheerleading coach. We look forward to seeing you at the first game. Sincerely, the Mayor."
Sarah was surprised to learn that there might be invites by others to come visit their places, and even more surprised to learn that there seemed to be a cast system in place in the town. Sarah quickly pulled out the list her coach had given her, and entered the information into her computer's address system, and also the email address and contact information into the email scanners, and marked them with priority flags. She also began to make sure her system was hacker proof, and pass worded, to prevent anyone from changing things. When Sarah was done improving her computer, she saw it was nearing 5pm, and checked the cheerleading website, and saw practice was in 1 hour. She knew there was no way she was going to be late for her first practice, so she changed into her practice uniform, including the Dalmatian print panties, and then headed over to the gym.
There was about 30 minutes before the formal practice began, and Sarah was glad to see she was first to get there. She handed over the list her dad had given her to the coach, who took it back to her office. Sarah began to stretch and warm up, as more member of the squad began to show up. Sarah was surprised there were not too many upper class members to the squad, only 14, to be exact: 2 seniors, 2 juniors, and 10 sophomores. The freshmen count this year was 30, including 10 boys. Sarah was even more surprised when the boys showed up, as they were all dressed in girl's uniforms.
Sarah was shocked, as well, when she got her first glimpse of the mascots the school had. Crawling on the floor was a Dalmatian, of sorts. A woof from the dog quickly made it clear, she was human. Sarah and the freshmen gasped, upon seeing the unfortunate girl. The girl was bent over on all 4's, crawling along on her knees and elbows. The mascot costume was a rubber suit, painted like a Dalmatian, including a face muzzle and ring gag. The most humiliating thing, however, was the tail. Sarah could trace it back to the suit, and saw it was inserted in the girl's ass.
"Ah good, I see you girls have met missy, our mascot. Be forewarned, this will be your fate, should you miss any practices, fail to meet the dress code, or fail any class assignment. We take our academics and our performance schedule very seriously here. Missy was the last girl to show up tonight. She will remain in the suit, until one of you mess up. And if you think you'll be returned to human form, after this, you're sadly mistaken. Once one of you fails to measure up, either in academics or here at practice, Missy becomes property of the school, and can be sold to anyone on the campus, including you girls. Now girls, line up in height, from shortest to tallest. Move!"
The girls scampered into a line, including the upper classmen. Even missy joined the line. The coach walked the line, checking each girl to make sure her uniform was correct. "Good, good, good, need some better sneakers here, good, pass, good, hair needs to be a ponytail or pigtails, ok, pass, good. Ok girls. Now, those to whom I made comments to: consider this as a warning. Since it is check in day, I realize that there has been some confusion, moving in, and an unfamiliar environment, and not enough time to get situated, so I will grant the passes this time. But, for the rest of the year, I expect the best. Now, let's break this down...you, you, you and you, step forward." The coach picked out the 4 shortest girls, including Sarah, and sent them to the middle of the gym floor. "You ladies will be our flyers. Now, you last 4 on the end, come here." This time, the 4 tallest girls (the boys in drag) came forward. "You ladies will be the bases and tossers. The rest of you, break down into these 4 pairs. These will be your friends, team mates, and lifelines. If one of you fails, the whole group fails. Therefore, you are dependant on each other. Now, returning girls, fill in the freshmen on the routines, cheers, chants, and other traditions. There will be a quiz on Friday. Dismissed." Sarah spent the rest of the night, till 9pm, talking and grilling the upperclassmen in her group about everything, hoping she would be able to remember it for Friday.
Classes began the following morning, and Sarah was already beginning to get the sinking impression there would be trouble in her first class. Sure enough, within 30 minutes, a girl sitting behind her was being cuffed and gagged, for talking in class, without asking permission. The helpless girl was grabbed by 2 others, stripped, gagged, and hogtied. Her trussed body was then unceremoniously dumped by the door, on a frame, where she swayed for the rest of the class. The rest of the freshmen could only watch in horror, as she was loaded into a robotic vehicle, and carted away.
The classes for the rest of the day seemed to go well, however, there were always the ones who seemed to want to act out, or failed to receive permission to do some activity. Sarah was smart, however, and quickly learned that as freshmen, everything needed to be preceded by asking for permission to do something. At each class, she was sure to ask for permission to take notes with her computer, ask to drink from her water bottle, and to be dismissed when class was over (unless of course, the professor said "dismissed" at the end of the class).
The hardest class she had, seemed to be the math class. While the equations weren't that difficult to grasp at first, Sarah was having difficulty concentrating on the professor. The professor was carrying around a paddle, and seemed to delight in swatting the rumps of the students who didn't get the equations written out correctly. After the class, Sarah remained behind, to ask the professor if she could take some extra notes, or get some extra help studying the math equations. The professor smiled, and nodded to Sarah, and scanned Sarah's collar, to retrieve her email address, then told her she would dispatch an email to her, with her address and phone number. She also would send a note to the coach, to inform her of Sarah's request for help. While asking for help was not against the rules, any professor who was asked for help was also required to scan in the cheerleader's collar, so that permissions could be checked and modified if necessary.
Sarah returned to her dorm room, to find 3 emails waiting for her on her computer. The first was from her cheer squad members, to arrange a get together that night, to go over the information the upperclassmen had provided for the quiz on Friday. The second was from the cheerleading coach, informing Sarah that the request for help had been received and approved, as well as informing Sarah that the professor had made a request for her services. The third was from the math professor, informing Sarah that she was expected at her house after class the following day, and would be returning with a friend, if Sarah chose to accept the responsibility.
Sarah acknowledged the emails, and made her room ready for the girls from her team. She laid out some water, carrots, and of course, her computer note taking system. The girls arrived at 8 that night, all in their uniforms. Sarah was surprised to see that as they entered her room, each of the girl's collar's blinked. She made a note to check that during the day tomorrow, as well.
The girls all talked about the routines, as well as to the boys in their girlish uniforms. It seemed that the boys who were accepted to the squad were part of a group who had tried to make their high school accept boys on the all girl squad. They claimed it was discrimination, and won, so the school had allowed them to join, but they had to become girls. So the boys agreed to join as girls, and the lawsuit threatened had been dropped. This of course, however, lead to the current predicament they were in now, having accepted the scholarship, they were again forced to serve as girls, rather than as boys.
As the night progressed, notes were taken by all the girls, about the school, the teams, the mascot, and all the various cheers, chants, and traditions. The one thing no one seemed to be able to grasp, however, if there was an assigned curfew or not. Sarah had scoped the school and cheerleading handbook and checked for curfews, and the only note she saw, was a warning that those who failed to measure up, would become missy.
Sarah wasn't surprised that spankings were common punishments for minor mistakes, and was even glad in a way that there wouldn't be automatic conversion if someone didn't do their part in the first attempts. It seemed that there would be time to practice, before a quiz on the routine was required to be preformed in front of the squad.
As the girls began to leave, Sarah also noticed the collars would blink, and made another note to check on the meaning of the blinking collars. When she closed the door for the last time, she turned to her computer, and checked her email, and to her surprise, she found a note from the school's security service, indicating that 4 collars had been detected entering and departing her room that night, and enquiring of her, if everything was alright. She responded that it was a cheerleading meeting and study session, and that everything was normal, and soon discovered that the school was determined to make sure students were safe. Crime, it seemed, did not happen on this campus, without someone knowing it.
The following day, Sarah went to her classes as usual, and seemed to be in a much better attitude. She wasn't that distracted this time around, and was even beginning to see that the remaining girls in all her classes were beginning to understand that grades came first. Sarah was also surprised to see a few new slaves moving around the campus, and wasn't too surprised when she saw one of her old classmates' now naked and delivering supplies to the classrooms.
At the math class, Sarah again confirmed her appointment with the professor, and quickly explained she would need to change uniforms before entering town. The professor nodded, and said it would be alright, and she would pick Sarah up in front of her dorm building, 20 minutes after class let out. Sarah was sure to take notes, and even made a separate file for questions she had. When class was dismissed, Sarah rushed over to her dorm room, changed her uniform to the town uniform, and grabbed her book, computer, and scurried down to the dorm entrance, and got there as the professor was driving up. Sarah entered the car, fastened her seat belt, and sat back for the drive to the professor's home.
Sarah and the professor, Ms Liz, arrived at the house, after only 10 minutes. Sarah helped Ms Liz remove her notes and things to the house, then the two women entered the dining room, and began to go over what questions Sarah had regarding the math lessons. Sarah found the information more than helpful, and was very pleased she had the courage to ask for help early, rather than getting herself into a hole. Ms Liz was also pleased the perky cheerleader had asked for help early, as she now had a girl she could slowly mold into a math wiz. Sarah and Ms Liz spent almost 3 hours that night, going over both the current lessons and the upcoming assignments and formulas. Ms Liz was excited that this cheerleader wasn't all looks and no brains. She had already decided that Sarah could make a good math and dance teacher, and decided to offer Sarah a deal.
Sarah listened as Ms Liz offered to automatically pass Sarah, in exchange for Sarah becoming Ms Liz's spanking toy for the school year. Sarah asked what would be required of her, as well as the duration of her service to Ms Liz, and also if Ms Liz would still teach her math both in class and thru tutoring lessons. Ms Liz explained that as a spanking toy, Sarah would be required to come to her house each week, and be spanked by Ms Liz or by anyone she designated, for a period of up to 2 hours. Since Sarah was on the cheerleading squad, and had uniform requirements, the spankings would always be able to be visually hidden by Sarah's uniforms, but Sarah would have to dress up when she came to Ms Liz's house, as Ms Liz demanded. Ms Liz further agreed to continue to teach Sarah thru tutoring lessons, but Sarah was going to be removed from the official class schedule, so as to not be a distraction to Ms Liz. Sarah asked about how the automatic passing grade would be determined, and how it would appear on her transcript, and Ms Liz smiled at Sarah. Sarah had figured out the first trap already.
"Sarah, the offer was a test. If you had just agreed to the offer, your transcript would have been marked with an F, since you would have stopped coming to class. I am glad to see that greed isn't a motivating factor in your thinking, and therefore, I will continue to tutor you. However, since you now know one of the tricks used by me to entrap girls, I am going to have to place a monitor in your collar, to alert other professors not to try to offer you the automatic passing grade trick. This will also mark you, as a potential slave owner in the school's database. Normally, the freshmen are not made aware of the slave ownership rules, because there is too much pressure on you, as it is. However, you may have received an email from the school security office, when you had your little cheerleading meeting last night. The email was both a check to be sure you hadn't been raped or had anything else that you didn't want happening to you, but also to check to see if you had been enslaving anyone, or being enslaved yourself. Now, since you know that freshmen can enslave anyone as well, I have a test for you. Each freshman class has 10% of the freshmen marked and selected each year, as potential owners. As your time here increases, the percentage of your freshmen class transformed into slaves also increases, as to the number of slaves being converted by both faculty and other students. Usually, the breakdown goes 50% for freshmen, 50% for sophomores, 50% of juniors, and 90% of seniors. My test for you, Sarah, is to convert one of your friends into your own personal slave. I will give you a 2 week timer, at the end of which time, you will either present to me your slave, or you will become my slave."
Sarah was surprised at the speech, but gasped as Ms Liz picked up a scanner, and scanned Sarah's collar. Sarah knew a few of the girls might just accept the offer to avoid class work, but Sarah also knew she had to play it carefully. Sarah then blushed, and asked if she owned a slave, if she could still be spanked by Ms Liz too. Ms Liz smiled, and then took Sarah across her lap, lifted her cheerleading skirt, lowered her cheer panties, and spanked Sarah till Sarah was crying and yelping. Ms Liz sent Sarah to the corner of the room for half an hour, and then told the cheerleader if she still wanted to be spanked, she could be as well. Sarah smiled, thanked Ms Liz, dressed, and then accepted a ride back to her dorm room. Sarah got to her room at 8 pm, and checked her email.
She saw the note and the rulebook from the security office, indicating her change in status to potential owner, the countdown clock running, and also a note from the cheerleading coach that she had been appointed as one of the disciplinarians of the squad, as well as a list of the girls already in trouble, and potentially conversions. One of the girls was in Sarah's squad, and Sarah decided to pick her. Sarah sent an email to the security office how to request a bitchsuit for her target, and to her target girl, to arrange a meeting to discuss squad business for the following night. Sarah then changed into her Pajamas, and settled in to bed.
The next morning, Sarah woke early, checked her email, and saw that security had been informed of her request for a bitchsuit for her target girl would be ready for the following day after confirmation of enslavement; the cheer coach had been informed of Sarah's plan to enslave the girl and had approved the attempt; and Sarah's target had accepted the meeting time at Sarah's dorm room that night. As Sarah dressed for the day, security came by her room, and installed a capture frame next to the door, as well as a cage bed for Sarah. The cage bed was a bed with a cage under it, for the slave to be kept in. Sarah was informed that the slave, once suited as a dog, could accompany Sarah across the campus, but would have to remain in the kennels outside the buildings, until Sarah left the class, and Sarah could be fined or enslaved, if the slave dog attempted to escape. Sarah signed the acknowledgement forms, and made arrangements to have the security office make a pickup the following morning, unless informed that the effort failed. The officer acknowledged the request, and reminded Sarah to notify the office via email by 12 midnight, or the pickup team would take Sarah, in lieu of the target girl.
Sarah had a busy school day this particular day, involving 3 quizzes and one written paper due. Sarah handed in her work, and was pleased that the grading system was almost instantaneous. She beamed as she saw 100, 100, 98, and 100 posted for her quizzes and paper, and was pleased that all the rest of her squad members also had passed the exams. When she got to Ms Liz's class, Sarah smiled at Ms Liz, and took her seat, and began to review her notes from both the previous day and from the tutoring sessions. Ms Liz smiled as well, since Sarah had emailed her already that she was in the process of collecting a slave, as requested. At the end of the class, however, Ms Liz asked Sarah to remain behind, which Sarah did.
"Sarah, you are making some excellent progress here, and I was pleased to know you are a quick study. However, I asked you to remain behind, because I would like you to think about a second offer I want to make for you. I know you are going after a slave tonight, since I am part of the school's security team. However, the slave you are going after tonight is also someone I would like to have. Now, I know I tasked you to convert someone to a slave last night, and gave you a 2 week timer. I am thinking, however, that the time requirements for taking care of a slave, on top of the class work and cheerleading work, will be difficult. If you find you don't have the time, I would be willing to buy the slave from you. No, you don't have to answer now, but I want you to know, the offer is on the table."
Sarah said she would think about it, and then was excused to her dorm, to prepare for the night's activities. Sarah checked the slaving manual security had sent along, and saw that for a slave acquisition to be considered legal, the slave had to be recorded agreeing to serve, or be found by security in such a manor that dispute would be nearly impossible to be objected to. Security considered a ball gag, blindfold, cage, rope or cuff bondage in addition to nudity to be acceptable forms of non verbal agreement to conversion. Sarah then devised a plan, and began setting out the items she would need, to get the girl to agree to being placed into the cage bed.
At 9 pm that night, Samantha knocked on Sarah's dorm room door, and was promptly greeted by Sarah. Sam and Sarah had met fist during practice, and later during the note session. Sarah liked the curves on Sam, and Sam was smitten with Sarah and her apparent knowledge and skills in the classroom and on the squad.
Sarah quickly informed Samantha that there were notes from the cheerleading coach that Samantha had been written up in 3 classes for talking and by the cheerleading coach for messing up on some of the chants. Predictably, Samantha was scarred and begged Sarah for some help. Sarah was ready for the request for help, and offered Samantha the choice of becoming her slave, or being punished by the facility. Samantha was distraught, but she knew the punishments the faculty could dish out were far worse than what she thought Sarah could administer, so Samantha asked Sarah if she would accept her enslavement. Sarah printed out the enslavement form, had Samantha fill in her name in the slave places, recorded her reading it aloud to Sarah, then sent a pickup confirmation to the security office.
After Samantha had read the enslavement contract aloud, into Sarah's webcam, Sarah had Samantha strip naked, go into the bathroom and wash, then come out crawling. Sarah had Samantha crawl to her, then fixed the ball gag around the girl's head, placing the gag into her mouth, then took Samantha over her lap, and spanked her ass till it was cherry red. Samantha moaned thru her gag as she was spanked, but knew she was now Sarah's, and didn't try to resist too much. Sarah had Samantha crawl into the cage under her bed, and locked the electronic lock. Sarah then crawled into bed, and turned out the lights, and went to bed.
The following morning, Sarah awoke to the security team knocking on her door, and watching them secure Samantha into a transport frame. There was some paperwork to fill out, including if Samantha was to be offered to the school for sale, if she was to become a puppy to Sarah, or if Sarah wanted to limit her slave status. Sarah opted to offer Samantha to Ms Liz, and if Ms Liz declined, Samantha was to be returned to Sarah as a puppy slave. Samantha took the news with a glimmer of hope, then despair as her fate was confirmed, and she was wheeled out into the hall. Sarah meanwhile hopped into the shower, and dressed for the day.
At math class, Ms Liz smiled at Sarah and informed her that Samantha was going to be serving as her spanking toy for the rest of the year, unless she was displeased, in which case, Sarah could have her back as a puppy slave or offer the slave to the school population in general.
Sarah continued doing excellent in her classes freshman year, and was quickly made the sophomore class official slaver. During her time, she had earned herself strait A's in all her classes, as well as made herself well known as an exceptional slaver, having captured 4 girls, 2 of whom now serve her as her own pony girls as well as 1 maid and 1 sex toy. Sarah took up residence in the town, after accepting the post of cheerleading coach and math tutor, helping Ms Liz to grade tests. She eventually joined the school security team, and helped to enslave numerous girls. She still got her bottom warmed when she needed it, too.
Ms Liz kept Samantha for the year, and then offered the girl a choice as to leave and be sold to the town, or remain on as her personal slave toy. Samantha chose to remain with Ms Liz.
Of the freshmen cheerleaders on the squad, 10 were to become Missy the bitchsuit mascot. The last conversion happened in October, which left the poor girl crawling for the remainder of the school year, thru the summer, and even for the first month of the following year. After the time as missy, she was purchased by another facility member, who kept her as a bitchsuit puppy for the rest of her life.
The End.....or is it?
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Sarah.