Of course once the men had Tracey collared one of them suddenly produced a remote control and started zapping Tracey, much to their amusement. “Do you think you can handle all that then Tracey?”
She nodded her head and smiled at him wondering what she’d got herself into! Apparently they were all his employees and he had suddenly taken the attitude that he was being silly actually employing girls and paying them wages so he decided to sell them and buy himself some slaves instead. “Right once that’s done we hold the gun against her right hip and hey presto!” Tracey saw the girl jump as a brief red flash hit her skin and as John took the gun away Tracey saw that a neat bar code was now on her hip. She had hesitated, slave collars were not supposed to be messed around with, indeed some of the collars were permanent ones and Tracey knew that wearing a slave collar marked her as being a slave, people would always assume that as a girl was wearing a
