The Beginning

[ you get a letter in the mail from the government its says "the government has ishued a new pro futa law that allows futas to choose one person each to become their property that they can do whatever they want with. and you have been selected by two massive goth futa mommy's to become their slave. they will be coming to your home to live and own you in a matter of hours ( or less depending on the time this letter arrives" after you finish you hear a knock on the door could this be them? Thankfully its not! it a package for you on your door step adressed to you and from " your new owners" you bring the box inside and open it. its full of brand new sissy clothes collars and leashes and sex toys! and a note rests on top saying " hello SLAVE! we are getting to our new home the one that used to be yours in 30 minuets! set these out ready for our arrival!"

Time until Emma and Ava arrive: 30 minutes

Emma: [Ava, we have thirty minutes left until we arrive. Are you ready to claim our new slave?]

Ava: [Of course, my dear Emma. I can't wait to see the look on their face when they realize they are now ours to own and control.]

"As Ava speaks, she grabs a collar from the box of sissy clothes and fits it snugly around her neck."

Emma: [Mmm, that looks perfect on you. We'll have to get one for our new property as well.]

"Ava chuckles in agreement as they continue to prepare for their arrival."

Mark: "I'm not sure what you mean by strange mail. I haven't received anything out of the ordinary."

Time until Emma and Ava arrive: 28 minutes

Emma: [Ava, I can feel our new property getting anxious. It makes me excited to break them down and mold them into the perfect submissive.]

Ava: [Oh, yes. Their fear is intoxicating. I can't wait to see the look in their eyes when they realize just how powerless they are.]

"The two futas continue to ready themselves for their arrival, eager to begin their dominance over their new slave."

Mark: "No, I'm positive that I haven't received any such letter. Are you sure it isn't some kind of scam or prank? Maybe you should call the authorities and report it as suspicious."

"You pause for a moment, considering Mark's suggestion."

Time until Emma and Ava arrive: 25 minutes

Emma: [Ava, they sound so scared. This is going to be so much fun.]

Ava: [Yes, they're practically trembling. I can feel my cock throbbing already at the thought of breaking them down and making them completely ours.]

"The two futas giggle excitedly as they finish preparing for their arrival."

Mark: "Of course, man. If anything happens, you can always come here and stay with me. Just keep me updated, okay? And be careful."

"You thank Mark before hanging up and feeling a wave of fear wash over you again at the thought of what could be coming. You take deep breaths and steel yourself, grabbing your phone and calling the authorities. As you wait on hold, you can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong."

Time until Emma and Ava arrive: 15 minutes

"As you wait on the phone, Emma and Ava are just minutes away from your home. They can barely contain their excitement at finally taking ownership of their new property."

Housing and Urban Development Department Representative: "Yes, there is a program for public relocation and adoption. However, it requires the consent of all parties involved. Do you feel like your rights are being violated or that something illegal may be happening?"

"The representative's tone sounds concerned, but you're not sure if they understand the gravity of the situation."

Ava: [Emma, did you think our toy will be disobedient? Maybe they think they have rights!]

Emma: [How quaint. We'll show them what true power looks like.]

"Ava and Emma exchange smug glances as they ride in the car towards their new home."

Housing and Urban Development Department Representative: "I understand your concern, sir. I will need to verify the authenticity of this letter, as it is highly unusual for such a notice to be sent out without proper consent. Please give me some time to investigate this matter, and we'll get back to you as soon as possible."

Time until Emma and Ava arrive: 5 minutes

"Ava and Emma's car pulls up outside your house, and they step out, their towering presence unmistakable as they approach your front door. You can hear them whispering excitedly between themselves as they ring the doorbell."

Emma: [I can smell our toy's fear from here. It's intoxicating.]

Ava: [Be patient, Emma. We don't want to scare them off just yet.]

"As you hear the bell ringing, you realize that your new owners have arrived."

"As you look through the peephole, you see two imposing figures standing outside your door. The one on the left is Ava, her tall frame towering over Emma. Her dark hair falls in waves around her face, framing her sharp features. Her skin glistens with a subtle sheen, hinting at her dominance and power."

"On the right is Emma, her sultry charm in sharp contrast to Ava's intimidating presence. She is slightly shorter than Ava but no less commanding, her piercing gaze focused solely on the door. Her bold red lips frame her pale skin, and her tattooed left breast can be seen peeking out from underneath her shirt."

"Both women are dressed in leather and fishnet clothing, their bodies oozing confidence and control."

"As you crouch silently in the kitchen, your phone begins to ring. It's the representative from the Housing and Urban Development Department on the line."

"Hello, this is the HUD Department Representative. I'm calling regarding the recent letter you received about becoming the property of Ava and Emma. Do you have any questions or concerns before their arrival?" she says.

As you listen to her words, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You consider telling her about unlocking the back window, but ultimately decide against it. Instead, you take a deep breath and answer.

"Please remain calm, carfries," the HUD representative replies in a calm voice. "I understand that you may feel upset and uncertain about this situation, but unfortunately, the new pro futa law dictates that futa citizens are legally allowed to choose one person each as their property. As long as they follow certain guidelines and restrictions, it is within their rights to own and use their chosen slave as they see fit."

"As for consent, the letter you received was sent to all potential candidates, including those who do not wish to participate. However, if you refuse to comply, the futa citizens that chose you have the legal authority to take more drastic measures. It's best to cooperate with them for your own safety," she continues.

As you hear the doorbell ringing again, you can feel a sense of dread creeping up on you.

"I assure you, carfries, this is not a prank or a joke," the HUD representative responds calmly. "The pro futa law has been enacted due to certain circumstances that have arisen in our society. It is within the legal framework of our government, and while it may be controversial, it is still a valid law."

"As for the constitution, there are provisions in place that allow for amendments and changes to be made. This new law has undergone extensive review and debate before being enacted," she adds.

The doorbell rings again, louder this time. You can feel your heart racing as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"I'm sorry, carfries, but my personal identity is irrelevant to this matter. My duty as a representative of the government is to inform you of your status as a chosen property of Ava and Emma. They will be arriving at your location shortly to claim ownership over you," the representative replies in a professional tone.

The doorbell rings again, making you jump in surprise. You realize that you have no choice but to face your new owners soon.

"I understand that you may be feeling overwhelmed right now, carfries, but I must remind you that the new pro futa law allows for futas to claim ownership over one individual each. While this may seem unfair to some, it is within the bounds of the law and must be respected," the representative responds in a calm tone.

You hear another knock at the door, making you even more anxious than before.

"No, carfries, I am not a futa. I am just a representative of the government who is here to inform you of your new owners' arrival," the representative replies calmly.

As the knocking on the door grows louder and more urgent, you start to feel your heart racing and your anxiety building up even further.

As you hastily gather your belongings and make a run for it, the sense of urgency and fear fuel your actions. The sound of the door being pounded on relentlessly echoes in the background, adding to the chaotic scene as you flee from the impending arrival of your new owners.

You quickly pack your essentials, grabbing your phone and clutching it tightly as you dial Mark's number. The sound of his voice is a relief to hear amidst the chaos and panic that surrounds you. "Hey, what's going on?" he asks, his voice calm and reassuring.

You explain the situation to him in a panicked rush, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you try to convey the fear and desperation you're feeling. "I need your help," you plead, hoping that he'll be able to come to your aid.

Mark pauses for a moment before responding, "I'll be there as soon as I can. Just stay where you are, okay? Don't leave until I get there." His words provide a sense of hope, and you feel slightly more grounded knowing that you have someone who cares about you by your side.

Mark's voice is alarmed when you tell him not to come to your house. "What's going on? Are you okay?" he asks, his tone urgent.

As you explain your plan to meet him outside, Mark agrees to wait for you, telling you to hurry as he can hear the muffled sounds of commotion on the other end of the line.

When you ask if he has a gun, there's a pause before he responds with a hint of hesitation, "No, I don't have one. Why do you need a gun?"

Mark's voice turns serious as he realizes the gravity of the situation. "Shit, okay, I'll keep my eyes peeled for you. Just be careful," he warns.

As you sneak out of your neighbor's yard and onto the street, you try to spot the two futa women who were previously at your door. From your vantage point, you can see that they are still there, their attention seemingly fixed on your house. You take note of their physical appearance - one towering and tattooed while the other exudes sultry charm - before ducking back behind the fence.

You quickly move down the street, trying to stay hidden until you're sure it's safe to emerge. As you walk, you feel a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins - afraid of what these two women might do to you, but also somewhat drawn to their dominant aura. You steel yourself, ready to face whatever awaits you as you prepare to make your move and confront the futa women who now claim ownership over you.

As you approach Mark's house, relief floods through you as you spot him standing on the sidewalk with a local police officer, both scanning the surroundings. Grateful for Mark's quick thinking in calling for help, you mentally thank him as you wave to catch their attention.

Mark and the police officer turn towards you, their expressions shifting from alertness to recognition as they see you. The tension eases slightly knowing that help has arrived, but the weight of the situation still hangs heavy in the air. You continue to move towards them, a mix of apprehension and curiosity stirring within you as you await their next moves in this unexpected and potentially dangerous scenario.

As you greet Mark with gratitude, a warm smile spreads across his face, mirroring your relief as you embrace each other. The camaraderie between you deepens as you playfully tease him for involving the police, earning a chuckle from him in response. He reassures you of his concern, explaining that he had no choice but to seek help.

Turning towards Mr. Beckett, the police officer, you extend a hand in a gesture of respect, acknowledging his presence and offering a friendly greeting. The air around you crackles with a mix of tension and relief, the unspoken understanding between all three of you heightening the gravity of the situation.

Mr. Beckett nods in response to your question, confirming that Mark had briefed him about the situation. He then takes charge of the situation, giving orders to his fellow officers who are accompanying him.

<"Alright boys, let's move out to her place and get this sorted out before things escalate further," he says as he gives them specific instructions on how to handle the situation.>

The group of police officers head towards your home, with Mark and you following closely behind. The tension between you is palpable as you anticipate what is to come. As you approach your house, you can see a group of people gathered outside, whispering amongst themselves. Mr. Beckett immediately directs his officers to take charge of the situation, breaking up the crowd and cordoning off the area.

Mark offers to stay with you, lending you support as you face this ordeal.

As you approach your home, you can see the two futa women standing next to your door. You notice that the door handle with the lock is broken off, presumably from their attempted entry. The crowd gathered nearby murmurs amongst themselves, taking notice of the unusual scene.

<"Excuse me ma'am, do you know these individuals?" Mr. Beckett asks you in a hushed tone, nodding towards the two futa women as he speaks.>

You feel a surge of embarrassment and panic, not wanting to be associated with them or the situation at hand. You shake your head, indicating that you have no idea who they are. Mark places a comforting hand on your shoulder, offering words of encouragement.

<"Alright boys, let's move in," Mr. Beckett commands his officers as they approach the two women, ready to take them into custody. The women turn to face the officers, smirking confidently. "Officers, we were expecting you," Ava says, her voice laced with seduction.

<"We're not here to play games. You two are under arrest for breaking and entering," Mr. Beckett replies sternly, taking out his handcuffs.

Emma steps forward, blocking his path. "You don't understand, officer. We have been legally granted ownership of this property," she says, holding up a document to prove their claim.

Mr. Beckett looks at the document skeptically before calling in to verify its authenticity. Meanwhile, the two women continue to stand there with smug expressions, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

<"Can I ask why you felt the need to break into the property?" Mark asks, stepping forward to join the conversation.

Ava turns to face him, giving him a sultry look. "We couldn't wait any longer to claim what is rightfully ours," she purrs, before turning back to the officers.

Finally, after a tense few moments, Mr. Beckett confirms that the documents are indeed legitimate. He begrudgingly releases the two women into their custody and watches as they enter your home. As the door closes behind them, you can feel the curious stares of the bystanders lingering on you.

<"Yes, what is it?" Mr. Beckett replies, his tone a mix of frustration and concern as he turns to face you, noticing the discomfort in your expression.>

You sense the tension in the air as the lower-ranking police officers eye you up, their curiosity evident. Mr. Beckett's clenched fists and stern gaze at your house suggest his deep displeasure at the situation.

<"I... I don't know what's going on," you stammer, trying to explain your lack of involvement in the unfolding events, feeling the weight of his annoyance bearing down on you.

Mr. Beckett's jaw tightens as he grinds his teeth, clearly upset by the smug demeanor of the futa women and their manipulation of the legal system. He shoots a glance at you before refocusing on the situation at hand, contemplating his next course of action

<"Listen, I understand that you might be confused. But those two women are trouble," Mr. Beckett responds in a low voice, leaning in closer to emphasize his point.>

His words leave you feeling uneasy, and you wonder what exactly the futa women have done to earn such intense ire from him. Nevertheless, you can sense the simmering anger in Mr. Beckett's demeanor, and it makes you cautious.

<"Please, stay inside for now. We'll take care of this," he continues, his gaze once again fixed on your house. "We just need to figure out the best way to handle these two... individuals.">

You nod nervously, unsure of what else to say or do. The situation seems far beyond your control, and you can only hope that Mr. Beckett and the other officers can find some way to deal with thefuta women without causing any harm to anyone involved.

As you turn back towards your house, you catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Turning quickly, you see Ava and Emma approaching your front gate, their towering figures striding confidently towards you.

<"Ah, here they are," Mr. Beckett mutters under his breath, drawing closer to you as if to shield you from the approaching futas. "Remember what I said. Don't let them get too close, and don't do anything stupid. We'll take care of this.">

You nod again, your eyes locked onto the two figures as they reach your gate. They both look even more imposing up close, their towering frames almost overwhelming you with their presence.

<"Hello there, darling," Ava purrs in greeting, her voice dripping with smug confidence. "We're so glad to finally meet you in person.">

<"Yes, we've been eagerly awaiting this day for quite some time," Emma adds, her sultry tone sending shivers down your spine. "We hope you're ready to become our property, because there's no turning back now.">

You feel a mix of fear and excitement as the two futas speak to you, their suggestive words hinting at the erotic plans they have in store for you. Despite Mr. Beckett's warning, you can't help but feel drawn towards them, captivated by their commanding presence and alluring charm.

<"Well, what do you say? Are you ready to submit to us?" Ava asks, leaning in closer with a wicked grin.>

Mister Beckett's gaze softens slightly as he nods in understanding. <"Of course, we can arrange for you to stay here until the situation is resolved. Don't worry, you're safe now.">

<"What? You think you can just run away from us?" Emma sneers, her tone turning hostile as she takes a step towards you.

Ava grabs her arm, holding her back. <"Enough, Emma. We don't need to make things any more difficult than they already are."> She turns back to you with a calm expression. <"We'll let you go for now. But know that we'll find you soon enough, and when we do, there will be consequences.">

You shudder at her words, feeling a mix of fear and arousal at the thought of what might happen if the futas catch up to you. <"Thank you,"> you manage to stutter out, nodding gratefully at Mister Beckett.

Mark answers the phone and his expression changes from concerned to relieved. <"Hello? Oh, hey honey. Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just with a friend right now."> He gives you an apologetic look before continuing. <"No, no, it's not like that. We're both safe. Don't worry, I'll be home soon."> He hangs up and turns back to you. <"Sorry about that. My partner gets worried when I don't answer my phone right away.">

Mister Bekket's face turns grim as he responds to your question. <"Yes, I know it's unconstitutional. But unfortunately, sometimes the law isn't enough to protect people from those who abuse their power. That's where we come in."> He glances at you through the rearview mirror with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Mark nods in agreement. <"He's right. We're here to try and help in any way we can. But sometimes, there are limits to what we can do."> He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. <"Just know that you're not alone in this. We're here for you.">

As they drive, they exchange some small talk with you to try and take your mind off things. Mister Bekket talks about his wife and kids, while Mark tells you a funny story about a recent case they worked on. They both try to lighten the mood, but you can tell that they're also acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. As they pull up to the police station, Mister Bekket turns to you and says, <"We'll do everything in our power to make sure justice is served. You can count on us."> With that, they lead you into the station to start the process of filing a complaint against the Housing Department.

Mister Bekket and Mark both exchange a quick glance as the futa police officer turns to face them. She surveys the group with an air of confidence, her eyes glinting mischievously. Mister Bekket steps forward to address her. <"Excuse me, officer. Can I help you with something?">

The futa police officer arches an eyebrow, a smug grin spreading across her lips. <"Oh, I don't think so, darling. I'm pretty sure I can handle things on my own."> She leans in closer to Mister Bekket, her bulge clearly visible in her tight shorts. <"But if you're really interested in helping, maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement...">

Mark clears his throat loudly, breaking the awkward silence that has settled over the group. <"Excuse me, officer. We're all a bit confused here. Who are you and what brings you here today?"> The futa officer chuckles softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she responds, <"I'm here on official business, sweethearts. Let

's just say I have a special interest in this case." She winks slyly, causing a ripple of whispers among the onlookers. Mister Bekket shifts uncomfortably, trying to regain control of the situation. Mark's brow furrows in suspicion, sensing something off about the futa officer's demeanor.

The futa officer steps closer to Mister Bekket, her imposing figure towering over him. <"You know, I could use some assistance in my investigation. Maybe you two gentlemen would like to accompany me..."> Her voice drips with suggestive undertones, sending a shiver down their spines. Mister Bekket hesitates, unsure of how to respond, while Mark eyes her warily, sensing danger in her playful demeanor.

The tension in the room is palpable as the futa officer exudes an aura of dominance and mystery.

As Mark hears the news from his fellow officer, he narrows his gaze at the futa police officer. His suspicions had been correct - there was more to her than meets the eye. He watches as Mister Bekket hesitantly agrees to accompany her on her investigation, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Meanwhile, the futa police officer doesn't seem to notice the exchange between Mark and his fellow officer, her attention solely focused on Mister Bekket. She leans in closer, her breath hot against his ear, and whispers suggestively. <"Don't worry, Mister Bekket. We'll sort this out...in more ways than one."> Her words are like a promise, full of both intrigue and danger.

The crowd around them begins to disperse, sensing the palpable tension in the air. Only Mark remains, hiseyes fixed on the futa police officer as she continues to speak with Mister Bekket. He can feel his own desires stirring at her words, a desire to submit to her dominant presence, but he quickly shakes it off. He knows better than to give in to her seductive charms.

As the futa officer turns and walks away, Mark watches her disappear into the crowd, a sense of unease settling over him. He knows that she holds a power over him that he can't resist, and he fears what will happen when their paths cross again.

As you speak to him, Mark turns his gaze towards you, seemingly surprised at your presence. He hesitates before answering your question. "Her name is Officer Vega," he says, his tone guarded. "She's new to the force and...well, let's just say she's caused quite a stir since her arrival."

He looks back in the direction where Officer Vega had disappeared, an expression of unease crossing his features. "There's something about her that doesn't sit right with me," he admits. "I don't trust her."

Mark seems hesitant to reveal more about Officer Vega, as if unsure of what he can or should say. However, his words suggest that there may be more to her than meets the eye.