Enf Story written by Chatgpt

[Blubbub]

Hey,

I found a way to let a Chat Ai, write ENF Storys.
Im Open for ideas. I will try to fulfill your wishes and Posting the storys in this thread.
The only condition that i have, is that the protagonist girl is named Kim and musst be over 18. Anything else you can decide (or the KI)

What you can decide is the scenario, the place, the people, what Kim is wearing..., and so on.

I'm excited what for ideas you came up with.

[randomlygenerated]

That sounds interesting. How does that work?

I have heaps of story ideas and/or unfinished story bones here and there that I've always kind of hoped that interested authors might write for me so maybe this could work. I have a few story fragments (i.e. parts of unfinished stories) that maybe you could use to get the chatgpt to make a short but complete story from?

Anyway, they are mostly Tracey Smith stories set in a world of "modern female slavery" so maybe you can just take a look at the fragments and extract the themes. I don't really know how else to help as I don't know how this ai writing thing works.

Edit: Also, obviously, if you want you can change the character's name to Kim. I used the name Tracey when I wrote this because a lot of my inspiration comes from the Tracey Smith stories, but for me it's about the setting and not any particular characteristics like the name or the color of her hair or whatever.

Story Fragment 1

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Story challenge: Interview at a Slave Centre
The premise: The Female Slavery Act has been in place for some time now. Female slavery now has widespread acceptance and political debate on the issue is about how to utilize it best rather than about whether or not it should be allowed. Nobody who still has voting rights still opposes female slavery. The editor of a local paper decides that it is time to write a story about the town's local slave centre and sends a female junior reporter to write the story.
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The next day Tracey had dressed smartly in a skirt and blouse, her meagre wages from the paper didn't allow her to own a smart jacket yet and so even though the morning was crisp she stepped out dressed as she was. The morning was so crisp in fact that her nipples immediately hardened and she wished her blouse was thicker as she knew they were clearly visible. Of course, she told herself it was just the cold but she did wonder if it was also the excitement of going to the slave centre!

She was not wearing a bra either. Tracey was busty, very busty at 36D, but her young perky breasts did not sag at all and bras were very out of fashion for slave age girls. She didn’t have the money to spend on such an extravagance anyway. She was too shy to go without panties, though she knew many girls did these days, and she was wearing a small thong. They covered the essentials, at least from the front, and these days they were the most conservative panties a girl her age would wear.

Aside from her skirt and blouse, and her panties, she wore smart black heels. They were, in fact, her only pair of shoes. Shoes had become one of women’s biggest expenses. This was for a variety of reasons, but in a word: slavery. Firstly, slaves were forbidden from wearing shoes and thus shoes had become a symbol of a free woman. Women had already paid more than men for shoes, but with the new social norm that a shoeless woman in public must be a slave, women were willing to pay even more. This caused the price of shoes to skyrocket. Secondly, escaped runaway slaves were more concerned with getting shoes than they were even with getting clothes! Once they had shoes on, they could much more easily blend in with free females, stealing clothes from locker rooms, changing rooms, laundromats, etc. Theft of female property in general was high because no one really cared, but nothing was stolen more than female shoes. Both by runaway slaves and even other free girls. Some of whom were just looking to replace their own lost shoes on the cheap and many who made money by selling them.

Tracey didn’t have the money for any new shoes right now, but even if she did she thought it might be a bad investment right now. Runaway slaves weren’t really an epidemic, considering the number of girls being enslaved every day, but some men were still very unhappy about it and called for drastic changes to be made to curtail the problem.

One such solution was to make it illegal for females, even free females, to wear shoes. It was pointed out that technically, free women did not have any particular rights to wear shoes, but rather that slave women were forbidden from doing so. Many businesses and organisations had already instituted it as a private security measure that women must remove their shoes while on the premise. Last time Tracey went to the bank, a guard took her shoes and cuffed her ankles. Indeed, it was becoming the norm to see not just slaves but free girls shoeless with their ankles and even their wrists cuffed. All too often with some pretense or another found to remove the rest of their clothes as well.
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Story Fragment 2
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A Tracey at the Asylum Story
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Nurse Emily sat the drugged up girl beside Tracey who saw her squat down and start to pull the girl’s shoes off her. Once she'd got them off she paused for a second before looking up at Tracey and smiling,

“How about you, shall I take your shoes off for a minute? I bet your feet ache in those high heels.”

And without waiting for a response Nurse Emily deftly slipped off Tracey’s heels leaving her barefoot and blushing. Tracey was too embarrassed and submissive to argue, but she didn’t want to seem as stupid as she felt so she meekly said, “Oh, hum, thank you. That’s much better.” As her feet touched the cold floor Tracey decided she would have much preferred to keep her shoes on, but it was too late now.

Grinning wickedly Nurse Emily straightened up and walked back to her desk throwing both the girls’ shoes in a box behind there. It was just there sitting as naturally as any other big cardboard box was, the box that held what looked like a dozen pairs of girls shoes, and in reality a dozen girls lives.

The girl herself wasn’t concerned. She was completely out of it. Tracey hadn’t actually seen her be drugged, but the girl was slouched in her chair, looking at nothing in particular, her mouth was open and her tongue was hanging out with salvia beginning to drip off it onto herself, and she didn’t show any concern when Nurse Emily came back and started manhandling and undressing her. Titalin could be administered in lots of ways nowadays, although many people still enjoyed bending a girl over and giving her bottom an injection. There were pills the girl could swallow and there were tablets that could dissolve tastelessly in drinks. Tracey had even heard of a special form of the drug they pumped into the air using the air conditioning system. The colloquial name for the drug was “pussy powder” and it only affected girls. It wasn't a bad drug they said, all it did was make girls in the mall more docile, eager to please and happy. Favourable traits in a girl nowadays.

So even if pussy powder was real it wasn’t as strong as a direct dose of Titalin, but Tracey thought it probably enhanced or extended the effects of it if the girl had already been dosed.





Story Fragment 3
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Innocent Tracey Parking Violation Story
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Tracey looked at her watch yet again. The bus seemed to be taking an eternity, stopping at every stop and letting on hordes of passengers who seemed to take great delight in spending ages looking in their purses for the right amount of money!

Of course, if this appointment had been the same time last year Tracey would have driven to the hospital in her own car. A few months ago, Tracey’s car had been stolen. That wasn’t the reason though. She’d reported it stolen straight away and miraculously the police actually found it, but by then it had become illegal for females to own or drive cars so they let the car thief keep it!

Even worse, the thief had committed several minor driving infractions and because the car was registered in her name the fines had been sent to her! Absurdly, one of the fines was for registering a car to a female! The letter she had received from the government had been very frightening, it said she could dispute the fines, but that if she lost the punishments would be even worse so Tracey just plead guilty and agreed to pay the fines. Tracey was on her way to pay right now.

Even though there were free seats Tracey was standing because females were not allowed to sit on public transport anymore, just another new law that was passed because of the Female Slavery Act.

The Female Slavery Act had been brought in last year and society in general was already used to it. Of course, illegal slavery had been around for years in various forms, most recently as the increasing numbers of east European girls being bought into the country as sex slaves to work in brothels etc.

A few years earlier there had been various discussions going on in government on the best way to deal with the problem. Most people had assumed that that would involve some sort of crack down on the actual people trafficking the girls, increased prison sentences etc. but in fact the government went the other way, they legalised slavery!

Why should the government get criticised for failing to stop the flood of east European girls being smuggled into the country when it had its own supply of English girls already here, and of course now that slavery was legal they could tax every sale!

Their argument was that it was so wide spread now that instead of keeping it underground and an illegal activity they should legalise it and get the relevant taxes etc. from it. That way everybody won, the girls were treated better, especially at the early stages, no more long boat journeys chained in the hold for example, and the state earned money from it.

There were a few ways you could become a slave, firstly you had to be a female between the ages of eighteen to thirty-five, and at twenty-two Tracey was definitely slave age. To start with only women convicted of fairly serious crimes were converted to slaves. The general population had very little sympathy with these women and most people thought it was a good idea that they were made to pay for their crimes by becoming slaves. Then the FSA was amended to allow any women convicted of more minor offences or unable to pay her fines to be converted to slavery.

This was a big move away from the serious conviction only rule as all of a sudden women convicted of even minor motoring offences were converted, then if you got pulled over for speeding and given a ticket you were taken to the nearest slave centre and processed and were up for sale the next day! This trapped a lot more women but again the general population did not complain, after all these were still bad women who had done something wrong to end up as a slave so tough luck on them.

You had to be legally registered as a slave with the government slave agency, that meant being licensed and bar-coded. Once you were properly licensed you were legally a slave and could be bought or sold as property. You were first put up for sale by the government in organised slave auctions and the government taxed your first sale but once you had been bought for the first time you could then be sold on by your new owner and traded much the same as a used car for example.

Girls could also volunteer to become slaves but that was less common. The more likely way was that they were sold into slavery. In effect the government bought them by having them licensed and registered and then the seller got a cut of the money that the girl was sold for. Again though once the girl was bought the government's interest ceased and the girl could be bought and sold any amount of times.

Once a slave the girl had very little rights if any at all. Whoever bought her literally owned her and her owner could decide to keep her on a leash naked all day if he wished and it wasn't uncommon nowadays to see precisely that, a naked girl being led down the street by her owner. He could do practically whatever else he wanted and that included of course all sorts of sexual acts which was the main reason a man bought a slave girl in the first place!

Amendments to the FSA that not only expanded slavery but reduced female rights in general were being brought in all the time. The latest one Tracey heard being discussed was that any man the girl knew could legally bring her down to the centre and register her as a slave, husbands, boyfriends, bosses etc. any man really. As long as he knew her full name, date of birth, and NI number then he could register her.

So ever since the FSA Female Driving Ban amendment had been brought in that option had been taken away from her as although she wasn't a slave no female was now allowed to own or drive a car.

It was just one of a whole raft of new laws bought in with the act, and in a lot of ways it wasn't an important law, but today she could have done with her old car!

A lot of the embarrassing events seem to happen on the bus, especially to attractive young women. Groping was not at all uncommon. From time to time a girl will get her skirt tugged up, or her pants pulled down. The ones who talk out of turn might suddenly feel a good, hard slap on their cute little fannies, and the ditzy ones might lose a purse or pocketbook. No harm done, really; just a bit of fun as far as society was concerned.

Nevertheless, Tracey clutched her purse tightly to her chest. It was important that she hanged onto that, especially today. There was nothing she could do about the pinching or the groping though. Even now, a boy sitting behind her had pulled her skirt up to her waist and was having fun pinching and slapping her panty-glad bottom.

Eventually though the bus reached its destination and as the law now decreed she waited till all the men had got off the bus before any of the slave age women could alight. Finally, Tracey hopped off the bus and pulled her skirt back down into place.





Story Fragment 4
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Tracey's Life as a Teacher
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Tracey struggles as a teacher, but she can’t just quit though because of a host of anti-female laws including the Titty Tax, a tax that only slave age females have to pay regardless of whether they are employed or not. Tracey was even working a handful of odd jobs after school as a maid, a waitress, a babysitter, etc., anything she could get really.

Tracey is submissive and meek, easily bullied and manipulated, and in this anti-female culture she just couldn’t control her students. On the very first day, in her interview, the senile old principal confuses her for a delinquent student and strips her and spanks her in front of the two real delinquent girls, Emily and Katie.

Emily and Katie take pictures which they shared online, of course, and the rest of the semester didn’t get any better for Tracey. Tracey never learned to control the unruly students. Brazen hands would often pinch, grope, and slap her breasts and bottom. The most brazen ones were Emily and Katie, whose pranks grew more and more extreme.

For one thing, Tracey was convinced that they stole anything that wasn’t nailed down. The first time it happened was during her first week. Tracey had just let her guard down for the first time. The class was supposed to be answering questions from the book, but instead were mostly just chatting and hanging around their desks. At least nobody was yelling or making a ruckus, so Tracey took it as a victory and settled into her desk to try to do some paperwork. Her feet were sore, so she took off her heels under her desk and relaxed them for a bit.

After a while, Emily came up to Tracey and asked her a question. Tracey was surprised, and a bit suspicious, by the academic nature of Emily’s question, but answered it readily enough and briefly felt a bit hopeful that things would improve. However, it was when class ended and she went to put her shoes on again that she realised they were gone. While Emily distracted her, Katie must have stolen them! Of course, she had no proof, but that was exactly what happened.

Her heels were not the only thing to mysteriously “disappear”. One day she left her coat hanging on the back of her chair, and that too quickly disappeared when she wasn’t looking. But it wasn’t just unguarded items that the girls stole. Apparently, they were pickpockets as well, and used Tracey for their target practice.

First Tracey noticed cash from her purse going missing, and she tried to put a stop to it by not bringing cash to school, but then her credit card and phone went missing. She managed to cancel the card before they spent too much, but there was nothing she could do about the phone which was simply gone.

Tracey’s watch was the next thing that went missing. She couldn’t figure out how they got it as she was sure she never took it off, but soon realised that they girls must have extremely deft hands and excellent pickpocket skills as the next things Tracey lost were her jewellery. Somehow, they managed to pluck her grandmother’s engagement ring right off her finger, and that was worth a lot of money!

After she lost the ring as well as her favourite necklace and her favourite earrings, Tracey stopped wearing jewellery to school too. Emily and Katie were making a tidy profit, but their real goal was just humiliating Tracey so it didn’t matter if what they stole was valuable or not. They were already rich after all.

Emily and Katie were just spoiled brats. Their real goal was just to embarrass and humiliate Tracey. They even stole things from her that had no value, like her hair ties, just to mess with her.

One time they caught Tracey while she was in the gym showers and managed to steal all her clothes, shoes and all, while Tracey showered. Before fleeing with her possessions, they took photos of Tracey in the shower which they added to the growing internet collection. Tracey ended up having to go to lost and found completely nude, and was only able to find small skimpy gym shorts and a small skimpy gym shirt. The shorts were so short as to barely be considered shorts at all and so tight that they left nothing to the imagination. The shirt was no better. Tracey barely managed to stretch it over her tits, but they were still on full display. The thin material would have shown a bra underneath it, if Tracey had been wearing one, and stretched out it was basically transparent. The full details of her breasts were clear, with her nipples not just completely visible but nearly cutting open the shirt like diamond tips. Her midriff was completely uncovered, her tight tummy, nipped in waist, and cute bellybutton completely exposed.

She had spent a humiliating rest of the day teaching dressed like that and at the end of the day had tried to complain to the principal. She had tried to complain in the past, but he had just framed it like it was her fault for not being able to control her students. Also, Tracey learned that Emily and Katie’s rich parents were big donors to the school.

Nevertheless, Tracey mustered what little defiance she had and decided that the torment was bad enough that the girls had to be punished somehow. Even a slap on the wrist would be something! So she marched into the principal’s office to complain and the senile old coot mistook her for a student, AGAIN, and gave her a spanking for dressing indecently. Tracey had tried to explain that she was a teacher and her clothes had been stolen, but he wasn’t having any of it and with a final slap on her bottom he sent her away.

((Idea: they steal her keys and her car. An extremely cheap car which neither of them need, but a blow to Tracey. Tracey takes the bus for a day before they steal her bus card, and she is reduced to walking after that.))

Theft wasn’t Tracey’s only problem. Emily and Katie were constantly finding ways to humiliate Tracey. Once they tricked her into saying the words “I’m a dumb bitch” on video, which they shared much like the many pictures of Tracey in various states of undress. On Tracey’s first field trip, which was the police station, the girls convinced the police to do an arrest demonstration on Tracey, and managed to confuse things so Tracey was being arrested for real.

Following standard procedure for parking violations, in front of the students, Tracey is stripped naked and all of her belongings are confiscated as evidence. Her hands and ankles are cuffed and she is collared, as all female prisoners are classified as slaves. Tracey’s file is built. First they photograph her from every angle in front of the mugshot wall. Then they ask her all sorts of personal questions from her DOB and address to her NI number and her bank details, all of which the students hear.

Only at the end do the police correct their mistake and Tracey is begrudgingly uncuffed and given back her clothes. For a laugh, they give her the collar as a souvenir, as it has already been engraved with the words “My name is Tracey Smith. I am a slave. I belong to _____.” Only the name of the owner still needed to be filled in.

Tracey decides to go for an interview at the job centre hoping they can help her find a better job. (Add that she is told she has to bring all her documents. Passport, birth certificate, etc.) Gets given drugged water. She falls asleep in the waiting room. Gets called in to next phase, another girl and a smaller waiting room. Tracey doesn’t realised she is drugged, but is now extremely submissive/obedient, a bit sleepy, and drooling/tongue out.

The girl asks for her NI number but Tracey can’t remember it so puts down her purse on the desk and gets out her NI card. The girl takes the NI card and starts copying information from it.

As the girl continues filling out the form with Tracey’s information, she tells Tracey to put her jewellery in her purse for safe keeping. Tracey mentally agrees, thinking her jewellery is quite expensive and should be kept safe.

Once she has removed all of her jewellery, Tracey tries to take back her purse but the girl gently blocks her and says she still needs it as she is still filling out the form. And that the girl needs the other documents too. Tracey apologises, confused and embarrassed. She attributes her mental fogginess to anxiety about the interview.

Then the girl tells Tracey to strip off all her clothes, including underwear and shoes, and to “put these on” (two pairs of handcuffs). She says so sternly and tells Tracey she is behind schedule, so without understanding what she was asked to put on (she assumes clothes) and without voicing complaint, Tracey obeys and quickly undresses.

She folds her clothes into a neat pile with her shoes on top and puts them onto the counter which the girl takes and puts somewhere out of sight.

Tracey is momentarily confused about the handcuffs but the girl deftly puts them on Tracey’s wrists and tells her to do the same on her ankles, Tracey is goaded by the girl pointing out that all the other girls are compliant and this is standard, which is the first time Tracey realises all the girls in the 2nd waiting room are naked/cuffed at the wrists and ankles.

Meekly, Tracey cuffs her own ankles, and takes a seat. She quickly falls asleep. She has erotic dreams. The girl wakes her up and hands Tracey her clothes and shoes. Briefly, Tracey wonders how she can get dressed with the cuffs on and where her purse went, but the girl quickly ushers Tracey into a hallway and leads her to her interview. Before Tracey is pushed into the office, the girl explains things like in Tracey’s Interview that only employees are allowed in the staff areas, etc., so she is considered a slave while back there, and bends Tracey over and collars her before sending her in.

When she goes in the man has the purse with all of the contents emptied. He puts them in a drawer overflowing with purses & personal items. He then takes Tracey’s clothes and puts them in another drawer that is overflowing with clothes.

He examines her body, ticking her mouth, breasts, bottom, and pussy. He then fucks her mouth and then her pussy. Afterwards, he says he would usually recommend slavery for a girl like her, but if she insists on finding a job then he might be able to find one for her as a waitress or maybe a secretary if she is lucky. Tracey remains stupefied throughout, but towards the end the drugs are starting to wear off and she is beginning to regain herself. When he tells her she can go, she has just enough sense come back to point out she is still naked and cuffed. The man looks at her like she just said something stupid and useless, but none the less uncuffs her and removes her collar. Then he fishes something out of the drawer of women’s clothes. He gives her a button up blouse which Tracey quickly puts on. It covers her chest well, but only covers her bottom just barely.

Tracey wasn’t surprised to be given no underwear, but was disappointed to be given no bottoms. She would rather have a dress than just a shirt. But the man had already slammed shut the drawer and if she had the courage to ask one more question she decided she wouldn’t waste it on more clothes as she had regained her senses enough to be worried about her passport, birth certificate, etc. The man told her that the job centre would hold onto them so they could send copies to employers. Tracey didn’t understand why they couldn’t just make a copy of each and give them back to her, but she didn’t want to antagonise the man. He told her that they would issue her a Job Seeker ID Card which she could use as ID in the meantime and which she could collect from the receptionist on the way out.

Like he said, the receptionist gives Tracey a new Job Seeker ID card. Much like her NI card, it had her address, DOB, and card number on it, but Tracey was embarrassed to find that they had already taken her picture and put it on the card. The picture was taken while she was asleep in the second waiting room. Eyes closed, mouth open, tongue out, drooling onto her own naked breasts, collared and cuffed, the image is very much of a tired sleeping slave girl and not the professional free woman she was. And now that was what anyone looking at her ID would see!

Maybe the job centre would find her a good job but after that experience she doubted it. Maybe if they found her a secretary job, but everything else he had mentioned was the same or worse than she already had so even if they did she wasn’t sure it would be worth it. They had also confiscated all of her important documents and given her that embarrassing Job Seeker ID card. Not to mention that they stole everything she had been wearing that day and it was one of her more expensive outfits. And they had taken everything. Not just her clothes including her underwear. But also her jewellery, her shoes, and her purse.

She had walked home wearing nothing but the blouse he gave her which she assumed must have belonged to some other poor girl who came before her. She wondered how many girls had not had the courage to ask for something back and simply walked home naked. Clearly the man had expected her to leave naked and even when she asked he didn’t actually give her back her own clothes. Or much f anything. He hadn’t even given her shoes so she walked home barefoot in addition to being bottomless. Tracey realized that her teaching job was probably the best she could hope for and resigned herself to being tormented by Emily and Katie.

She would just have to avoid giving them any expensive targets and hope that they got bored of her as a target. Hopefully next school year luck would just take them away. But Tracey was not a lucky girl...

[anthonydemon]

Can I know your secret?

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I tried that but wrangling the filter is annoying. Prefer to co-write my stuff with NovelAI, even if it's not as coherent.

Anyway, how about losing her uniform and having walk around the stands of a crowded stadium and sell snacks naked?

[Squirel]

Perhaps about a apprentice in a Garage? When its a bit harder like the Vendor Story it would be nice.