xxfluffydeathxx
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You're very welcome. I can't say I seen anything about a new "mystery" novella but I can take a look.
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[Erenisch] Novella.
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- comedy
- harem incest
Kaige
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May I ask if it is possible to share the novellas The Call and From Elsa's Date at the Slave Fair too?
wivers
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I didn't even notice these ones. Based on E's Twitter (I just checked it), they are from late October (1 part?), and last July (3 parts?) respectively.
Curse this (wo?)man's productivity! It's hard to keep track of all the short story (s?)he's writing!
academia
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Erenisch is female
xxfluffydeathxx
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Lawsuit
Preliminary Hearing
Yasmeen wished she had an answer. Wished she had any useful information about the runaway strawberry blonde to give in exchange for leniency. She was more than ready to betray her friends to get out of this hell she found herself in. Why wasn’t Bonnie in there with them getting raped again and again by these brutal bastards anyway? Was she warned before the arrest order came? Perhaps she betrayed them already to escape?
She was certain Shay felt the same way too. That’s why she was sure that her friend didn’t know anything about Bonbon’s whereabouts either. If she had any information, she’d sing without any hesitation. The purple haired pixie asked a lot of questions, very specific ones about Bonnie’s life and family. Her questions made the two prisoners realize that they knew nothing about their “best” friend. They didn’t know she had an aunt who was practically a prisoner in her own house. She was missing too, apparently. Two women on the run, without male supervision, for at least three days? Yas never thought that could be possible in a heavily surveilled open air prison like Pussiana. Bonnie was kind and charming, but she certainly wasn’t the sharpest tack in the box. She wouldn’t be able to pull such a feat off all by herself. Perhaps her auntie was a secret genius in evasive tactics?
At the end of the little interrogation-slash-rape, neither girl could provide a satisfactory answer to the purple girl’s inquiries. The girl didn’t look too disappointed when she left, but both felt an ominous tone in the way she said “see you two gals soon” as she exited their rape-cell. Her diabolically upbeat emphasis on the word “soon” wasn’t accidental at all.
And now; almost a full day and nine or ten heavy utilizations later, they were being led along the drab corridors of the BFA building once more. They weren’t informed about their destination. Fully naked blushing bodies bent forward from the waist, their hands cuffed behind their backs, their hair in the clenched fists of the last two guards who ravaged them. If she weren’t still gagged, Shay would tell her friend that this position was called the “drinking bird surrender.”
This wasn’t another routine transfer between rape cells. They realized something was different when they were taken upstairs, where natural daylight could reach. The corridors became wider and cleaner. They ended up in front of a double-winged wooden door. Before opening them the guards adjusted their uniforms and slapped the girls a few times until they corrected their postures too. Once their conformation was satisfactory, they were taken into a large room.
They couldn’t raise their heads as they walked in, but it was obvious that this was a courtroom. Their hearts started to pound. After ten or so steps they were stopped and forced down onto their knees. The first thing Shay saw was a pair of red high heeled shoes. It was none other than Slut Sofia Necia, their legal counsel perched on a wooden bench. The young woman welcomed the two with a nervous smile and introduced them to her boss, Mr Hirsch. The serious-looking man half-nodded and turned away apathetically. They could see more men in pricey suits sitting at other tables, busy examining their documents.
The guard who dragged Shay in handed her to the other one and turned back. The girls were left trembling on their knees, drooling through their ring-gags, their hair securely bunched in the remaining guard’s fists. They were scared and confused. Was this it? Was this the trial that would decide their fate?
“Try to relax. Breathe.” Sofia turned her body towards them and leaned in to calm the girls down. “I know you‘re scared. I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to visit you for the last few days. You see, I was disciplined here that day we met the Prosec, and then I was disciplined again separately back at the firm. Long story short, I was released from the hospital only yesterday, so…” She took out her notebook and turned to a page. “While I was incapacitated, our firm held negotiations with the plaintiff, Mr Stevenson. I’m afraid I cannot give you any good news. Everything comes down to proving the authenticity of a medical report and we don’t yet kn-”
Before Sofia could finish, another door on the opposite end of the hall opened. The girls’ view was obscured by the benches and tables in the middle of the room, but they could see uniformed officers leading a number of women inside by their hair, in a manner that was all too familiar. The first group contained two women in their late twenties and two teenagers. They were stopped and forced down onto their knees two meters away. Unlike Yas and Shay, they were clothed and untied, but they had the same fear and despair in their teary eyes. The group behind them was smaller. Two young girls in their early twenties and an older woman, most likely their mother. They were placed next to the earlier group.
When the next two women appeared from behind the column, Shayla perked up in confusion, which turned into full blown shock once they were brought and placed on the other side of their lawyer Mr Hirsch. It was aunt Beth and cousin Diamond, tears running down their pale cheeks, trembling in fear. Shay turned to Sofia in terror, hoping for an explanation.
“We initially attempted to build a united front against Mr Stevenson, but ultimately failed to do that,” explained Sofia. “So each defendant chose to engage the plaintiff separately.” She paused and tapped on a file on the desk in front of her. “I’m afraid to say, if this medical report is authenticated, Masterless slut Bethany Tyran and her daughter Diamond Tyran will become Mr Stevenson’s property. They are the price for your cousin’s freedom. If he doesn’t agree and we go to trial, we’ll most likely lose and he’ll go to prison for a couple of years.”
Shay groaned in despair. She couldn’t believe her ears. Her dear aunt and cousin! Enslaved? Because of that fucking asshole Quinn!
She then realized that her name was not mentioned in the deal.
“I know what you’re thinking, slut Tyran. Your cousin Quinn is the CMR of his mother and sister, but not yours. Your property rights belong to your own father. Quinn cannot trade you.” She turned to Yasmeen. “But this isn’t good news at all. At least not for you ladies. If all the defendants settle before the trial, you two will be the only ones being charged. And you two have nothing to negotiate with.” She paused for a second. “I mean, except for your own freedom.”
The two girls held their breath and looked at each other in horror. Sofia continued. “I wish I could tell you that you can survive this, ladies. But as your counsel, I have to give it to you straight. Your choices are clear. If you surrender now, your CMRs will be compensated, and you’ll be enslaved peacefully. But if you lose the trial, you’ll be confiscated violently and cost your families a lot of money in legal fees.”
The door opened once again before the two terrified girls could respond to the impossible choice presented to them. “Honorable Judge Hartmann,” announced the guard standing next to the entrance. All the lawyers stood up, and their sexretaries went down onto their knees. Sofia quickly took her place next to Shay and Yas, put her palms on her thighs, and bowed her head down respectfully. A man in black robes strode in and sat behind the raised pulpit without wasting any time. He waved his hand to let the others sit back down. The men took their places, but the women remained on their knees.
“I don’t have much time gentlemen,” he spoke with a hoarse voice, “ and I’m a little under the weather today. So I was pleasantly surprised to hear that you managed to reach a type of settlement. We can handle this quickly and go back to our comfy beds, I hope.”
“I’m afraid the settlement is tentative and conditional, your honor,” said Fungstorn. “The medical report the plaintiff presented as evidence was contested by our esteemed colleagues at Ulfbock & and Hirsch, and we all decided to hear your ruling on that before signing the agreements.”
“Ah, yes, the report,” exclaimed the judge and put his glasses on to look at the lawyer who spoke. “Mr Fungstorn, you’re representing Mr Bullock, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Yes your honor.”
“Where is Mr Hunter, representing the plaintiff?”
“Here your honor, responded the man from the other side of the room. Only then Shay and Yas noticed Peter Stevenson sitting next to the man. His purple haired cunt was kneeling beside him, with an amazed expression on her face. She was probably the only female in the room who had no worries about her future.
“This is one of the most interesting cases I had,” started Hartmann. “Definitely top three. I judged many reparation cases before. Your usual lex talionis stuff where females were exchanged as compensation for loss of property, loss of consortium, and what have you. An eye for an eye, as they used to say in Babylon, right?” He chuckled and waved his hand to point at all the women lined up in front of him. “Now, an eye for an eye, I get. But it is rather unusual to ask for eighteen eyes for just two, eh?”
“Your honor is correct,” smiled Hunter. “But we are not asking for compensatory damages only. We want punitive damages. You of course know why this case was not a simple trespass on my client’s property. The property is also his wife, and more importantly…”
“Ah!” interjected Fungstorn. “She was not his wife at the time of the alleged trespass. Mr Stevenson married the property while she was in recovery at the hospital, three days later. It is nothing but a brazen attempt to add ‘aggravation’ to his claim. We respectfully request the court to rule against the allegation about loss of consortium.”
“Relax, Mr Fungstorn,” smiled the judge. “This is not a trial. Just a preliminary hearing.” He turned back to Hunter. “Your response, counsel?”
“It is true that the marriage was finalized three days later, your honor, but the BFA records will show that Mr Stevenson had applied for a marriage permit just hours before the attack. We have submitted the records already. You’ll find it under section 3a.”
“Right,” said judge as he examined the document Hunter mentioned. “Your request is denied, Mr Fungstorn. Mr Stevenson made his intention to marry his slave before the event. Loss of consortium stands.”
Fungstorn nodded without any objection and sat back down. He didn’t seem too surprised or disappointed. That was the very moment Yasmeen realized without a doubt that they had no chance. Not even a tiny one. The trial was over before it started. The plaintiff knew that, the defendants knew that. They were all going through the motions.
Perhaps, if this medical report everyone was talking about was actually a fake…
“Any other objections or amendments, gentlemen?” asked the judge. Nobody responded. “Very well. Let’s hear it then. Dr North?”
A man appeared from behind the girls and walked over to the witness stand.
“Dr Newell North is the third party specialist the court appointed to verify the medical report issued by the Snatchfield CRRC,” introduced Hartman and turned to the man who looked like a mad scientist in his ill-fitting tweed suit. “Dr North, have you reached a conclusion?”
“Yes your honor.”
“Let’s hear it then,” he grinned and scanned the group of terrified women trembling on their knees. “We are all ears.”
“I have examined the report, listened to the medical personnel at SCRRC, examined the young cunt Maggie Cumbunny, and of course watched the video record of the operation she had,” he said quickly. “Based on all the evidence, I concluded that the report reflects the events without omissions or falsehoods. It is authentic and accurate.”
A chorus of horrified whimpers rose from the kneeling women. It was obvious that some of them still had a small hope that they were going to be saved by a last minute miracle. A couple of them fainted and fell down.
Hartmann ignored the wave of terror that hit the women. “Very well, that clarifies it, eh? I assume you gentlemen will now proceed to sign the negotiated settlements?”
The lawyers agreed. They started to list the names of the women they agreed to surrender to the plaintiff in a very matter of fact way.
Shay and Yas looked at each other in panic. The dispassionate mundane way the men were deciding the fate of the women present was mind-boggling.
When the list was complete, judge Hartman pursed his lips and threw his hands in the air. Very well, I hereby declare the females listed femina sine tauro.” He finally turned to Peter. “Mr Stevenson. These females are now stripped of legal protections of their respective CMRs and whatever active freedom permits they were previously awarded. You are now free to claim any or all of them as your private property.” Peter stood up to respond, but Hartmann raised his hand to stop him. “Before you say anything, young man, I’ll remind you that owning nine women is a big responsibility. You should also consider the maintenance costs and taxes.”
“No problem, your honor,” replied Peter. “They will not be joining my personal harem. I have made arrangements with a training house to puppify and sell them.”
“Very good. A young entrepreneur, not unlike your old man, eh?” He smiled “So, that’s a yes?”
“Yes sir, I claim all nine as my property.”
“Great!” Hartman clapped. “That was even quicker than I hoped. Guards, escort these females down to the registration to be stripped, bound, and enslaved.”
“Excuse me, your honor,” interrupted Hunter. “I’m afraid we are not done yet.”
“Ah?”
“These two females,” said the lawyer and pointed to Shayla and Yasmeen, who almost fainted when all eyes turned to them. “My client agreed to give them a chance to surrender to him. Perhaps they would choose to accept this limited time offer to avoid the criminal case we’ll bring against them and their runaway collaborator Bonnie Lass?”
“Very well,” said Hartman and sat back down in frustration. “Guard, ungag the sluts.”
The guard let their hair go and removed their ring gags.
“Slut Shayla Tyran, and slut Yasmeen Hulqum, right? Go ahead, girls. Tell the court, will you surrender yourselves to Mr Stevenson?”
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Lawsuit
Surrender
“Yes Sir. I… am… I mean, I do… ”
Shayla turned to Yasmeen in shock. Her friend’s almost immediate response to the judge’s question wasn’t what surprised her. It was the very situation she found herself in. Naked, restrained, and trembling on her knees in the middle of a courtroom, under the cruel gaze of a bunch of men. When she left her bedroom for her primary inspection a few days ago, she could have never imagined ending up at the center of this surreal scene.
“Very good, slut Hulqum,” said the judge almost with a warm, paternal smile. “But you have to speak up, and use proper words. Perhaps slut Necia could guide you?”
“Yes, your honor,” said Sofia and leaned forward. “State your name, your intention to surrender, and then your intended master’s name, slut Hulqum,” she whispered calmly. “It’s okay. You’re doing the smart thing.”
The girl nodded and swallowed, then turned to address the judge. “Yes Sir. I, Yasmeen Hulqum, surrender myself to Master Peter Stevenson.”
Judge Hartmann turned to the plaintiff table and raised his eyebrows. “Mr Stevenson accepts the slut as his property, your honor. We request her to be renamed Squeaktoy.
“Very well.” Hartmann turned to the court sexretary sitting at the corner with a tablet on her lap. She typed in a few words and nodded to the judge. He turned to Yas with a smile. “Guard, please uncuff cunt Squeaktoy. Let her crawl to her owner.
Shay shivered in terror. Declared a cunt? Renamed? Just like that? Yasmeen started to cry quietly as the guard released her wrists and nudged her forward. She fell on her hands and knees and froze for a long moment, confused and scared. “Go ahead,” encouraged Sofia after a while. “To his feet. Quickly.” Yas looked at her legal representataive for a second, and turned to Shay with pleading eyes. Then she sniffled and started to crawl slowly and awkwardly over to her new master. She stopped when she reached the desk, not knowing what to do next. At that point Peter slid his right foot forward. Yas took a deep breath and bowed down to kiss it. It looked like she mumbled something before putting her lips on the shoe.
“Stay like that, Squeaktoy,” he ordered calmly. “Raise your ass. Part your knees. Present your holes.”
Now with tears gushing out of her eyes, Yasmeen reluctantly did as she was told. This was her first command as a slavecunt. She was overwhelmed by shame. She couldn’t think. Following commands was the easiest, simplest thing to do. Strangely, she felt a bit of relief when she obeyed.
“How heartwarming,” exclaimed the judge. “This is why I love my job. Helping lost women find new homes, find their purpose.” He managed to avert his lustful gaze from Yasmeen’s inviting round butt after a long struggle. “And what about you, slut Tyran?”
Shayla leaned back in terror and looked at Sofia. The young counsel nodded. “Don’t worry,” she whispered into her ear. “We exist to serve men. We are destined to become fucktoys, your friend, you, me. If not today, tomorrow. Banded or bareneck, that’s what we are for.” She put her hand on her shoulder encouragingly. “Now repeat after me. I, Shayla Tyran…”
“I, Shayla Tyran, surrender myself to…”
She froze with the sudden realization that she was about to end her own life. If she finished the sentence, Shayla Tyran would cease to exist. She would become the property of a man… no, a boy, a teenager. She’d be reduced to a simple slavecunt. She’d be reduced to a set of holes. A mindless sex toy that exists to please and serve cock, and nothing else. She’d be following orders and satisfying whims for the rest of her life.
“Master Peter Stevenson,” whispered Sofia.
“Master Peter Stevenson,” repeated Shay as if she was under a trance. Her eyes widened. Did she really finish the sentence? That damn paralegal woman, she pushed her into the pit.
She felt hot all of a sudden. Her ears started to ring at the brink of a panic attack. She could barely hear Peter and his lawyer talk, accepting her as his property. Then the judge took over and said something with a weird grin. She hated the man and his unconvincing act of compassionate father figure. He stopped and spoke again. Shayla looked on with blank eyes. Her brain was overheating. She didn’t even notice the guard uncuffing her wrists.
“Oh, I’ve seen that look before. I think your client needs a good slap, slut Necia,” chuckled the judge.
“Yes Sir.”
Sofia lifted Shay’s trembling chin up with her left hand and slapped her hard with the other. “Cunt, pay attention!”
Shay looked at the woman in augmented confusion.
“Again!”
Another slap landed on the exact same spot. “Pay attention to what the honorable judge says,” said Sofia sternly, and turned the girl’s face towards the man behind the raised pulpit.
“Time for you to go to your new owner, cunt Jellytits. Come on now, on all-fours, like a good girl.”
Jellytits? Was that her new name? She hesitated and opened her mouth to say something, but another slap brought her back to her senses. This time Sofia pushed her slightly to force her to follow the judge’s order.
She fell forward. Her palms hit the floor. For a split second, she saw her reflection on the polished floor. Her big tits swung around, blissfully unaware of their fate. Her tear-soaked pale face told a whole different story. She looked like a ghost.
Another slap landed on her butt. It was the guard this time. She hastily moved one hand in front of the other, then the other one, and again. Her stupid jugs continued to bounce and sway as she crawled. She raised her head to see her destination. Peter was looking at her, a victorious smile on his smug face. Yas was still in the same position, ass up, face down, her lips stuck to the boy’s shoes. As she approached, she felt sicker and sicker. She didn’t want to throw up and make the most embarrassing moment in her life even worse. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Finally, she arrived at the spot under the table. Just like he did for Yas, Peter pushed his foot forward towards her. She looked down, mustered all her remaining strength, and bowed down in order to kiss the shoe. Before she did, she noticed the writing on it. “Read the sentence below.”
“Thank you for letting this worthless cunt serve you, master,” she read in resignation, with trembling lips. Then went lower and kissed his foot.
“Stay,” Peter ordered. “Present your holes.”
She did as told. She was now a slave.
“Et voilà!” exclaimed Hartmann and jumped to his feet. “I thank you all, gentlemen, for not wasting the court’s time. I think we are done here, eh?” He smiled and rushed out of the room without waiting for an answer. The lawyers hanged back and chatted a little, on unrelated matters. Yasmeen, Shay, or the other nine women weren’t even mentioned in the conversation.
The two friends remained motionless, stuck in that embarrassing position, their fuckholes exposed, their lips on their new owner’s shoes. Peter eventually pulled his feet away and stood up, but the girls stayed like that. They were “reduced” just minutes ago and neither know anything about being a slave, but their instinct was to wait for a clear command.
The command didn’t come. At least not from their owner. Instead, the lawyer’s sexretary approached them, grabbed them by the hair, and pulled them from under the table. Without saying anything she followed her boss and his client. The girls struggled to catch up on their hands and knees. They kept crying all the way to the registration office, but never dared complain. It felt like they were sheep headed to the slaughterhouse.
When she entered the registration hall, the first thing Shay noticed was her aunt and cousin among kneeling women Peter took into his possession earlier. All were in tears. A couple of them attempted to beg for mercy when Peter entered the room, but the guards immediately silenced them with cattle prods. A few well placed zaps on the tits brought the group under control. Shayla was surprised to see that the group still had their clothes on, but now all carried the infamous BFA neckbands that irreversibly made them slaves.
“May I talk to my cousin and aunt,” Shay asked the sexretary. Peter was busy talking to his two lawyers, so she thought it wouldn’t be a problem.
“You are not allowed to talk to anybody without the explicit permission of your master,” replied the young woman with a stern expression on her face. “And from now on you’ll refer to yourself in the third person, as ‘this cunt.’ You’re no longer allowed to use the pronoun ‘I.’ This is proper cuntspeak. Try to learn it quickly, or you’ll suffer.”
“Yes ma’am,” said Yasmeen. Her quick and utter acceptance of the rules annoyed Shay a bit. In the courtroom too, she responded to the judge immediately, before Shay could even fully understand the choice they were given. It was annoying, but not surprising. Yas was a total teacher’s pet in school, after all.
“Miss,” corrected the sexretary. “Not ma’am.” She pursed her lips. “It’s obvious you’re not prepared for this. Shame. Sheltered daddy’s girls like you get beaten a lot in the beginning. But don’t worry, you'll learn quickly. Master Stevenson has a sizable harem. Follow his favorite’s example. Watch her closely. Do as she does.”
“Thank you, miss,” replied Yas, sobbing. The two realized who Peter’s favorite was only a second later. It was the girl they almost got killed. Now his wife-slave and head of his harem. They looked at each other in fear. They had no idea what kind of a girl she was. Would she be vengeful and make the rest of their lives hell?
“My aunt and cou-” Shay started again, “I mean… this cunt means… this cunt’s cousin and aunt. What are they-”
“They are enslaved but not servonymmed yet,” interrupted the sexretary. She was getting visibly annoyed by the girl’s questions. “Traditionally, the master ritually facerapes the woman he enslaves and renames. They call it bapjism.” She rolled her eyes ever so slightly. “ This is, of course, an unusual case. I doubt if Master Stevenson has the time or energy to do all eleven of you, but I guess he would at least fuck your mouths for a few seconds each and let you share his load in the end.”
“Slut Jenkins!” The sexretary turned on her heels like a soldier when her name was called. She quickly grabbed the girls and dragged them to their new owner. Peter and two other men were standing in front of the registration counter, talking to the officer behind a computer. Was it time? When they reached their destination and sat on their heels, the sexretary wished them good luck coldly and left after her boss. Yas and Shay waited nervously as Peter talked to another man with his back turned to them.
A moment later they turned to the girls. “And the third one?” the other guy asked.
“Working on it,” said Peter. “The SEFR says they’ll find her in a week or so. These two will do for now.”
Shay looked at the older man fearfully. He looked twice the age of Peter. Perhaps he was his father. She knew that Peter’s father was an infamous slave-trader, and a particularly cruel man. As Peter’s slaves would they be forced to serve him too? She swallowed nervously.
“Alright. Let’s do it, shall we?”
The man reached into his back pocket to take two little packets, and handed one to Peter. The girls froze in terror when the men tore off the plastic and took out two black restranium chokers. They were banded before they could react. Now it was official. They were fuckslaves, till death.
“So?” The older man asked.
“You pick,” Peter replied.
The man turned to the girls and took a long look at each of them. “This one is a Phasiqan, right? Never had one. I think I’ll start with her.”
“As you wish,” grinned Peter and turned to Yasmeen. “Squeaktoy, suck!”
Yas looked confused for a few seconds. She needed a hard slap across the face to understand the command. She swiftly approached the man on her knees and parted her lips obediently. The man immediately shoved his erect rod in her mouth and started to fuck her face roughly.
“Jellytits, to my cock,” ordered Peter this time. Determined to avoid unnecessary slaps, Shay quickly launched towards her new master and started to perform orally, as well as she could. If this was going to be her new life, she’d try her best to make it less painful.
Peter and the older man commented on the girls’ skills for a bit, but then their conversation shifted to other topics. The two young slaves performed as enthusiastically and skilfully as they possibly could while the men chatted on the matters of business and trade, the deals they made, future plans and schemes, and stuff like that.
Shay hated it. She always hated the way the boys ignored her while she was sucking their cocks. She wanted to be praised and rewarded for her service. They rarely appreciated her. Perhaps a few “good girls” and “what-a-whores” in the beginning, but they almost always stopped paying attention to her after a few minutes. She felt her value and importance decrease gradually as she sucked. That’s probably why she always tried to make them cum as quickly as possible.
But as a slave cocksucker, she didn’t have any value to begin with. She was now nothing but a wet hole, barely above a plastic masturbatory toy. Her stupid feelings, her desire to be appreciated meant nothing. All she had to do was be enthusiastic and obedient.
As she fellated Peter, she tried to trick her mind into enjoying the act. She always enjoyed sucking cock, of course. But this wasn’t just another fellatio. It was an act of war. A conquest. A revenge. He was being rough on purpose. She could feel Yas taking a similar beating too. Their naked bodies occasionally hit each other as the men kept pounding their mouths, seemingly without end.
Thankfully, there was an end. Shay heard it in the older man’s voice first. He stopped talking and let Yasmeen finish him masterfully. A popping sound was heard when he pulled his big fat organ out of the girl’s mouth. He then started to unload on the beautiful brunette’s blushing face, eventually covering with it his sticky man-juice.
Peter climaxed moments later. He exploded in Shay’s mouth first but quickly pulled back to glaze her face properly. She opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes to let him paint her mug the way he wanted.
Warm cum flowing down her cheeks and dripping down her chin, she waited on her knees with her eyes closed. She was sure that the men would exchange them and fuck their throats again. Instead, she heard zippers being pulled up. She opened her eyes and looked at Peter.
“She's good, isn’t she?” asked Peter. “That one is the best cocksucker of the three.” The man nodded. “This one has the best tits,” continued Peter. “Perfect for tit jobs.” Upon hearing the praise about her well-adorned chest, Shay straightened up a little without realizing it.
“And the third one?” asked the man.
“She had the tightest cunt. I hope they can find her soon.” Peter chuckled. “Alright then. I think I’ll go and start packing my new assets. I have to take them to Cummypaws before they close for the day. In a month, I’ll have 9 cute puppies to sell.”
“I’ll take one of those if they can’t find the third one,” said the bald man. “You promised me three, you know.”
“No problem. A promise is a promise.” Peter turned to the two girls looking at him with teary eyes and jizz-covered faces. “I think proper introductions are in order. Squeaktoy, Jellytits… This is Mr Moore. My ex-partner, and your new owner.”
The girls’ jaws dropped. They froze in absolute confusion.
“I have given you two to him in exchange for his remaining share in my company. I’m sure Bonnie will join you soon. Now, be very good girls and serve him well, okay?”
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Lawsuit
The Herd
“Auntie!”
Cassie opened her eyes and searched for her niece in the dark. Bonnie lay on the makeshift bed, rays of moonlight illuminating her cum-covered naked figure, her wrists and ankles tied to the corner posts with coarse ropes. The poor thing was gagged by a piece of cloth too, but apparently she was able to push the knot out of her mouth far enough to produce intelligible sounds.
“Auntie, are you awake?” she whispered again.
Cassie didn’t move for a few seconds, listening. No noise, no chatter, no screams coming from outside. Were they finally alone in this badly constructed rape cabin deep in the woods?
“Are they gone?” she whispered back. Her entire body ached when she spoke. Her jaw, especially. The taste in her mouth hit her, then the smell. She spat the remaining jizz in her mouth out and tried to clear her throat.
“I don’t think so. I can see the weak glow of the campfire. They must be sleeping. After you passed out, they kept fucking me for another hour or so… I passed out too. When I came to, they were resting out there, getting slow blowjobs from the other two women. I could see them from here. They were fully naked like us, but they were wearing heavy collars, with bells attached. Like cats… no, cows, you know? Then they closed the door and locked it. This was a few hours ago.”
Cassie didn’t respond. Strangely, she was overcome by shame for passing out earlier than her niece. She felt like she had run away and left the girl alone.
“What will happen to us, auntie?” asked Bonnie tearfully, “I… I can’t… Will they do this again tomorrow?… and then…”
“No… No, we’ll find a way to escape,” Cassie whispered. “They cannot take us back with them, and they cannot stay here to guard us either. When they leave, we’ll-”
A rustling sound outside made her swallow the rest of her sentence. They held their breath and listened. A man, obviously drunk and drowsy, dragged his feet across the camping area, yanked one of the women they had been raping earlier onto her knees and shoved his cock in her mouth. They heard the bell, the cow collar Bonnie mentioned. The sounds were so clear, Bonnie and Cassie could see it happen in their minds. A big fat cock stretching the tired woman’s lips to the limit and fucking her throat without mercy. She didn’t resist at all… just let him fuck her face. An initial groan of surprise, followed by nothing but quiet whimpers and slurps, accompanied by a subdued sound of the metal bell. He was holding it perhaps, in order not to wake up the rest of the crew. She was the younger one, they guessed. The daughter, the one they called Cumcuntling.
The flawless obedience the girl displayed stunned Cassie, and shook her to her core. This girl must have been just like Bonnie not long ago, she imagined. She didn’t know if the others were proper slaves or a couple of hapless victims like them. One thing was certain, they had been used and abused for a long time. Their training was near complete. They screamed when they wanted them to scream, they begged when they wanted them to beg, and they shut up and took it quietly when they were ordered to do so. Brutally raped and beaten into obedient whores. Turned into mindless fucktoys. It was terrible. Was this their future too?
His quickening breath made it clear that the poor girl’s midnight ordeal was about to be over. Cassie waited in silence for the final groan. He eventually exploded in her mouth and unloaded everything that was left in his balls down her gullet. Then came the inevitable finishing slap across the face. The young girl whimpered in pain and collapsed next to her mother, who was undoubtedly watching silently with tears and terror in her eyes.
Cassie held her breath again and started praying when the asshole started to walk back to his tent. He slowed down as he approached the cabin, which made the woman’s heart skip a beat, but he didn’t attempt to get in. She relaxed only after he returned to his bed and started snoring like a diesel engine. She always hated her husband’s snoring, but here, it was like music to her ears.
Neither spoke for a while, as they contemplated violent nightmare scenarios. Both had their own ideas about the terrible fate that awaited them.
The unimaginable horror they experienced aside, it was a day of firsts for Cassie. She was no longer a virgin. At long last. Her brain shook in shame when she remembered a single moment during her gangrape… a moment where she left reality behind and was transported to a strange place where she was engulfed in a strange, warm feeling… the ultimate betrayal of her body and mind… a powerful cascade of pleasure. As her rapist’s big cock moved in an out of her, obviously oblivious to her state of mind and feelings, she lost control and surrendered to the rhythm. She felt full, fulfilled… natural even. The brutality and violence aside, she felt like this moment was in the making for long years. She had been missing it without knowing what it really was. She always felt its absence, and constantly yearned for it. It was… her destiny?
And while one of the faceless strangers was fucking her long-neglected pussy violently like a rabid animal, she couldn’t help but let out strange notes of pleasure. She was caught unawares by them. How natural and innocent they sounded when she moaned like a whore! It didn’t last, of course. That moment of unexpected clarity was immediately crushed by an avalanche of shame a few seconds later.
She looked at her niece in terror. Did Bonny hear the subtle change in her screams? Did she notice what a whore her aunt was?
Unlikely. The poor thing was trapped in her own nightmare, being double-penetrated by two of their captors. Cassie had learned earlier that night that it was difficult for a woman to think clearly and stay aware of her surroundings while being fucked violently on both ends. For a brief moment she tried to listen to her niece in order to figure out what she felt, but her mind was shut down shortly after when a boy grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. She tried to cope with the brutal pounding, but soon, everything went dark. Until she heard her niece call her name a few minutes ago.
“Were you really a virgin? Before this… I…”
She turned to her niece in surprise.
“Yes.” She nodded in shame.
Another long silence. Cassie knew that this particular new information made little sense to the young girl. She probably had a million questions about it. Thankfully, she chose not to ask them.
She didn’t have time to do that anyway. The two captives went silent when they heard someone approaching. This time it was obvious that the cabin was the destination. They both closed their eyes and pretended to be unconscious. Their visitor unlocked the door, quietly entered, and closed it behind him.
“Open your eyes, sluts” he whispered, “ I know you’re awake. Both of you.” They did as they are told, in order to avoid another beating. The boys made it clear the punishment for hesitation and defiance. During their first gangrape, Bonnie was beaten hard for Cassie’s hesitations, and Cassie got the same treatment for her niece’s mistakes. It was a very effective technique of behavioral conditioning.
“I’ll untie you and let you out of here,” he said with a normal voice. This time Cassie recognized Darren, the driver who picked them up. “Don’t get too excited, auntie,” he chuckled when Cassie looked at him in surprise. “We’ll take a quick trip to the creek so you can wash yourselves up. Then we will return here. I wasn’t joking yesterday. This is your new home now. Well, more like a barn than a home.”
He raised his hand to show two heavy metal collars with bells on them. They looked old and rusty… and terrifying. “I’m sure you thought you’d become our sex slaves or pets. You’ll be neither, ladies. No, you’ll be the newest members to our little herd of milk-cows.
“What?”
Darren walked over and grabbed Cassie’s head, yanked it up roughly and placed one of the collars around her neck. Then he let her hair go to lock the contraption at the back. Before the confused woman could adjust to the extra weight, he quickly collared Bonnie too.
“We grabbed a few of these from a Milk factory a while ago,” he explained as he started to untie their binds. “They were replacing them with more modern versions I guess, so we bought a bunch of them for almost nothing.”
He finished removing their restraints and took a couple steps back. “Go on then, on your hands and knees. Like good cows.”
The two looked at each other with teary confused eyes and went down on all fours. First thing they noticed was how heavy their new collars were. Were they solid iron?
“There you go. You look so beautiful in your natural state. Now, we can no longer call you Cassie and Bonnie. You are now cows, after all.” He leaned forward and patted Bonnie on the head. “I think I’ll call you… Bonbonbutt. Do you like it, little heifer?” Bonnie nodded with tears running down her cheeks. It wasn’t that far from what they friends called her anyway. He turned to Cassie next. “You can be Cuntass, perhaps. Rhymes with Aunt Cass. Clever eh?” He stopped and thought for a sec. “No, it sounds very clunky… Worthlesswhore! Yes, that’s better. Fits you perfectly.”
Cassie lowered her head in defeat.
“Good. It’s decided then. Alright cows, follow me. Match my speed, and don’t make much noise.”
He opened the door and walked out. The two captives looked at each other for a second, and hurried out after their new master. He walked over to the other two women lying under a tree. Like Cassie and Bonnie, they were completely naked except for the heavy collars around their necks. But unlike the newcomers, their bodies were covered with bruises, rope burns and whip marks.
The moment they noticed Darren approaching, they quickly jumped up, assumed proper positions on their hands and knees, and lowered their eyes. “Commoncunt, Cumcuntling, meet Bonbonbutt and Worthlesswhore. I’m sure you’ll all be the bestest of friends.” The experienced duo nodded to greet the newbies but didn’t say anything.
“Alright then. Commoncunt, lead the way to the creek. The rest, follow quietly.”
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Lawsuit
Cummypaws
“Mr Stevenson!”
Peter turned around to see a beautiful woman walking towards him with a big smile on her face. He immediately recognized Jocelynne Scatenato, the raven-haired jovial socialite with an oral fixation, from her many embarrassing appearances on tabloid covers. She looked quite young, but he knew that she was past her mid-twenties, perhaps nearing thirty, even. He concluded that she must have been spending a fortune on rejuvenation and de-aging treatments.
She extended her hand with a cute curtsy. “Welcome to the Cummypaws Puppy Obedience School, Mr Stevenson,” she beamed. “I’m Jocelynne. Jo, if you’re pressed for time. So nice to finally meet you.” Her voice was soft and melodious, and her face shined with the biggest smile Peter had ever seen. He shook her hand. Her touch was electrifying. The stories were true, she was irresistibly charming.
“Please, call me Peter,” he replied. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Before you say anything further,” restarted the girl with a skewed pout, “I-know-I-know, I’m just a woman, and I have a… um…reputation as a promiscuous hell-raiser of sorts… but I assure you, I’m more than capable of running this place. My father the ruthless capitalist would have never let me set foot in here if he didn’t trust me with his creation.”
“Oh, I have no qualms about your abilities,” said Peter. “Your sex isn’t a problem for me. Actually, I think women are often way smarter and more capable than their male counterparts.” The momentary surprise on her face amused him. “And that’s what makes raping them all the more enjoyable.”
“Ah, you!” Jocelynne wagged her finger, play-acting like she was offended. “Of course, regardless of our smarts and skills, most of us are destined to serve as fuckmeat. There‘s simply too many of us, eh?” She refreshed her smile and gestured towards an ornate wooden door. “Shall we continue in my office?”
“Of course.”
Peter followed the tall beauty across the hall, fully enjoying the graceful sway of her perfectly sculpted figure. She knew what she was doing.
They ended up in a spacious room with large windows overlooking the training yard. Peter was astounded by the sheer size of the place. The space was divided into many sections with tall panels and mesh fencing, where hundreds of women on their hands and knees were being bitchwalked, trained, flogged, and raped in smaller groups.
“This was a textile factory before the big collapse,” said Jocelynne. She led Peter to the window and pointed to the double-winged gate below. “They will bring in your pups through there in a few minutes. They strip and hose them down first. Sometimes they fuck their mouths a bit too. You know.”
Peter nodded. He was fascinated by the variety of training methods being applied around the large area. Beautiful women were being used and abused at every corner of the huge space.
“I know, right?” chuckled Jo. “Sometimes I feel like a general watching a fierce battle from a hilltop. I’m not gonna lie, it makes me so wet.” She pointed to the growing bulge in Peter’s pants. “And I can see that it excites you too.”
“It certainly is a rare sight,” confirmed Peter.
“That looks painful,” Jo continued. “Can I offer you a girl?” She pointed to a cabinet at the corner. “My girls specialize in cunnies, but they are fairly good cocksuckers too, I’m told.”
“Thanks,” waved Peter, “maybe later.”
“Whenever you want, just say the word,” she smiled. “So, nine women, eh? A mixed bunch too. Mothers, daughters…”
“And aunts and nieces,” added Peter. “My first ‘hostile takeover’ as a businessman, you could say. I managed to acquire them a lot quicker than I expected. I still don’t have a decent place to store and train my stock, so I was forced to look for a third party to undertake their training. It was actually my sexretary’s idea. A very smart thing, that girl. You’re very much alike, actually.”
“Ah? Big tits, long legs?”
“No, intelligent eyes and a mischievous smile, actually.”
“Aren’t you smooth!” chuckled Jo. “I guess we owe that girl big for your business. But why us? There are a number of training houses around, including your father’s.”
“I want to stay away from my father’s business,” replied Peter. “Trying to make it on my own, you know?”
“Hey, no need to rub it in my face,” laughed the woman. “I’m running this place because of blatant nepotism, I know that.”
“Oh no, I didn’t mean to-”
“That’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it that way. And I really don’t mind. I’m not delusional. I know why I’m here, kinda-sorta running the show… on my father’s behalf, of course.” She playfully punched Peter on the shoulder. “Sadly, I cannot do what you’re doing. I don’t have what it takes.”
“What?”
“A penis.” She giggled and gently tapped on Peter’s bulge. “Anyway, I’ll not tell my father that you’re staying away from yours. He was delighted when I told him I was meeting a Stevenson today. He probably thinks we are doing business with the SCTS.”
They laughed and watched the kennels below for a while.
“It was the ‘Housebreaking’ series, said Peter, when the trainers started to spitroast a particularly beautiful girl right below the office. “Miss Yummycunt, she was what made me come to Cummypaws instead of another training house. This one down there, she reminds me of her.”
“I knew it!” yelled Jocelynne. “The Kimberly Muttson thing, right? Yeah, that was a genius marketing move. Doubled our business and skyrocketed our stock price. I’m now a millionaire thanks to that busty whore. Well, daughter of a millionaire, I should say.”
“Yes. Kimberly Muttson. ‘The bust we trust.’” He chuckled. “You know, she used to live a few blocks away from my house. I used to wake up very early in the morning just to see her. She jogged around the neighborhood before sunrise, passed my house twice every day. Loved it. Those big tits… bouncing like… magical objects. I once followed her back to her home and watched her strip through the window.” He snickered. “I fantasized about breaking into her home and raping her, many times. A lot of my friends did too. But of course, we were too young to utilize then.”
“Ah? You poor thing,” pouted Jocelynne.
“I always wondered,” continued Peter, “why did they decide to turn her into a puppy? I mean, I’m not complaining of course… but why then? She was at the top of her game. Her ratings were great. She was very popular.”
“That’s exactly why,” said the woman, “She was as popular as she could become. Do you know about the so-called climax cycle?”
Peter shook his head no.
“It’s the shelf-life of a woman, basically,” she continued. “Men get bored of the females they have access to pretty quickly. The women they fuck… or the women they watch, in Miss Muttson’s case. It is a clinically proven thing. Marketing research showed that Kimberly Muttson was about to peak, so her boss, Mr Kitts, chose to maximize her utility by turning her into a cummodity before people moved on to another set of boobs.”
“Ah, I see. And it worked perfectly, it seems. Nobody remembers her as a journalist any more, but she is the most famous petgirl in the country, perhaps in the world.”
“That’s right. You probably don’t know this, but her boss-turned-owner owns 12% share of Cummypaws stock. Actually, he and my father are old buddies. They were roommates in college. They still rape together on weekends.”
“So, he lost a good reporter but made millions with a single move, eh?”
“Exactly.”
Just at that moment, the gate opened and a line of women on all-fours entered the hall. All were naked except for the standard leggings and long gloves Cummypaws trainees wore. Their hair were bunched into pigtails above their ears to make them look more like puppies, and tail-plugs were inserted in their anuses. Peter was amazed by this drastic transformation of the nine women he unloaded from his van only half an hour ago.
“There they are,” exclaimed Jo, “your new gaggle of whores. Ready to wag and shag.”
“So, what now? What’s the first thing they’ll learn?”
“The schedule is rather flexible,” replied Jo. “As you can see, there are many stations down there. Assrape over there, blowjobs over here, floggings at the back. They generally start with whatever station available, and then they are handed over to the trainers in the next section. Five-minute rest at the end of every hour. After the workday is over, many trainers stay for a while and rape their favorite trainees. Then girls get a few hours of sleep and start over the next morning. Takes a month for a petgirl to fully transform, give or take a week. It’s an intense program.”
“What’s that station?” asked Peter.
“Begging for food,” replied the woman. “They have to learn to beg. For food, for cock, permission to pee, sleep... Petgirls have to beg for everything.” She paused for a moment. “You wanted woofers, right?”
“I haven’t decided yet, actually,” said Peter.
“No problem. We’ll teach both. You can order them to speak or woof when they graduate. You want to see how it’s done? ‘Begging’ is as good an introduction as any.”
“Alright, let’s see it,” smiled Peter. Jo picked up the phone to call the trainer below, and told him to move the group of terrified women to the begging station.
Two trainers with floggers led the new recruits into a fenced area and lined them along the back wall. A plastic dogbowl and a silicon dildo were placed in front of each woman. They were then ordered to bow down and pick the dildos using only their mouths and place them upright in in the bowls. Most of them managed to do it in one try. A couple of them needed extra motivation in the form of an ass-flogging.
Once the dildos were in place, each woman were ordered to beg for the training to begin. All the youngsters begged well enough and were allowed to start sucking on the big dildos in front of them. They were used to do it daily at school, after all. The older women, on the other hand, had some issues and were flogged mercilessly after every failure. Regardless, all heads were bobbing on cocks after a while.
“Wait a minute,” exclaimed Peter after enjoying the scene for a few seconds. “I brought nine. I count ten women down there. That one, at the other end, I don’t think she’s one of my-”
“Yes,” said Jo. “That’s our rabbit.”
“Rabbit?”
“Right, let me explain. We always add a fully-trained petgirl to each group. She has to fumble and fail often and get punished mercilessly, so the others see what would happen if they don’t try hard enough. We call them rabbits.”
“Ah! I see. Like the mechanical rabbits in dog races? So the others chase after her, right?”
“Precisely,” replied the woman with a huge smile. “That was one of my ideas. I’m proud of it too. To be honest, we kinda got too big in too short of a time. We were able to expand our training space and cunt storage adequately, but finding qualified puppy-trainers proved to be a bigger challenge. We even had to hire a lot of farmers from the north to meet the demand. Of course, that was a total disaster. Training cows and ponies is very different from training puppies, you see,” She threw her hands in the air. “Sooooo, I had to get creative. I told my father, why hire multiple trainers to discipline the girls? Instead, we can use just one other girl to serve as an example.”
“Very smart,” said Peter. “Looks like my pets will be in safe hands.” He looked down at his huge erection. “This entire show is driving me insane. I think I’ll take that cocksucker you promised now.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” smiled Jocelynne and dropped onto her knees. “I know, we are doing business now, you and I… but please don’t hold back, okay? Keep fucking my face until your dick comes out of the back of my head, Peter.”
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The Call
The phone started ringing and made her jump from where she lay. Still drowsy, she sat up in confusion and looked around to see if there was anyone around to answer it. She remembered that she was alone in the office, using the rare opportunity to take a quick nap while he was in a meeting. She was so happy when he decided to take his sexretary Allison with him this time instead of her.
The phone kept ringing. She silently cursed the caller who ruined her much-needed interrape rest. She knew well that editorial meetings never lasted long. Perhaps long enough for four, or three slow blowjobs. Even less, perhaps.
The ringing stopped. She exhaled in relief, put her head back on her little pillow with frayed frills, and pulled her knees to her stomach. She didn’t have a cardboard box here at the office, but she was too used to sleeping curled up like this now.
As usual, she was naked except for the usual latex arm and leg sleeves. These were the only items of clothing she was allowed to wear since she completed her training. She had several sets in varying colors. Each came with matching leather collars and silicon tailplugs, of course. She barely felt them any more. Her brain was now completely retuned to ignore the constant pain in her secondary fuckhole and the abrasion around her slender neck. The limb sleeves didn’t bother her either, since they didn’t cover the fuckable and whippable parts of her body. The one thing that still annoyed her was the fingerless gloves. She really missed being able to use her fingers.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the phone started to ring again. She sat up once more and frowned, as if she could destroy the fucking noise machine with her mind. Unsurprisingly, her nonexistent powers of telekinesis didn’t work.
She turned to the door and listened if anyone was close enough to interfere. Unfortunately, for the first time in years, it was as silent as a graveyard out there. She turned back to the phone. Maybe she could…
No! She wasn’t allowed to… But… maybe she didn’t have to answer it. She could pick it up and drop it back?
She approached the damned thing timidly, with one ear to the door. She reached with her left paw and tapped the end of the receiver clumsily. It worked. The ringing stopped. She froze and waited for a moment. Finally… peace?
No. The moment she attempted to turn back to her pillow, it restarted to ring again. She angrily crawled to the table and hit the handset without thinking. A little harder this time, so it flew out of its socket and dropped on the floor. Realizing her mistake, she jumped a step back and reached for the thing with her two clumsy latex-clad fists.
“Hello?”
A deep male voice rose from the thing, which made her froze with it between her hands.
“Hello? Mr Martin?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but froze again. What would she say? Woof? She wasn’t allowed to speak. She of course occasionally talked to herself when she was sure that she was alone, briefly and quietly… She had to keep some semblance of sanity. But with a human? She wouldn’t dare.
But… Perhaps… After all, he had no idea who she was. He wasn’t able to see her chained to the leg of the table in full puppygirl attire, with a big buttplug keeping her master’s most recent load trapped in her secondary hole . She would be just a voice.
She took a deep breath and tried to muster her courage.
“Hello?” she whispered timidly, cleared her throat and repeated that simple word again, in a normal voice. “Hello?”
“Ah, finally!” exclaimed the man, “I have been trying to reach him since this morning. This is Sean Spear from the CCR.”
“Excuse me, Sir,” she stammered. “CCR?” She was relieved a bit. For some reason she expected him to realize that she was a woofer-pup and immediately call the BFA on her. He didn’t.
“Cunt Creek Ranch. We are a pony training company up north.”
Kimberly froze again. She forgot to breathe for a while. His voice brought her back .
“Hello? Are you there?
“Excuse me, Sir,” she said quickly. “Cunt Creek Ranch… ponygirls, you say? I don’t know if… I don’t think we have any…” She cleared her throat again. “May I ask what this is about, Sir?”
“Yes, of course. I have a slut named Gale Martin here. She voluntarily joined our special whorsie program a while ago. She told us that her husband liked ponygirls and she wanted to train as one, you know, as a gift for him. She also told us to never go easy on her, not to let her go even if she begged for it, until her husband comes and picks her up.”
“I see,” said Kim, now wearing a widening grin on her beautiful face. “Ms Martin, yes. My… boss’s wife. Yes, I know all about that. Such a loyal, dedicated, steadfast woman.”
“She was indeed dedicated and steadfast for a long while,” replied the man, “but she began causing some problems lately.”
“Oh? What kind of problems?” asked the puppygirl, now getting more and more comfortable in her fake sexretary persona.
“She insists that there was a mistake with her application. She says she wasn’t serious when she told us not to heed her pleads. I would ignore that anyway, but she sometimes does things that worries me… You know, she might have some mental issues, or something.”
“Oh?” Kim smiled, “could you elaborate, Sir?”
“For one thing, she repeats weird phrases again and again. Something about a Kimberly, a puppygirl, I think. She keeps saying ‘Kimberly is an empty-headed whore puppy.’ Does that mean anything to you?”
Kim bit her lower lip, suppressing a laughter. “No, Sir. Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Anyway. This number was on her application form, so I wanted to call and check in with her husband. Is Mr Martin there? I’d like to talk to him and confirm if he wants us to complete the program. We still have a couple weeks to go.”
“Yes, no, no, he isn’t… Mr Martin is in a me-… on a business trip abroad.” Kim said hurriedly. She paused for a moment, thinking. Her grin returned. “But he left clear instructions about his wife’s training, in case something like this happened.”
“Very good,” the man said. Kim kept expecting him to suspect her after her every response, but he never seemed to doubt her. Of course, he had no reason to. Important men didn’t bother to use phones themselves. They had sexretaries for that. “So, about the rest of the program…”
“Yes, Sir,” Kim said, and started to make up instructions with a monotone reading voice. She was trained as a journalist and a writer. She was good at coming up with bullshit on the spot. “Rule one. Never listen to her pleads to stop the training, and do not refrain from punishing her in the harshest way possible if she continues to do so. I guess you already knew about this rule, Sir.”
“Yes. She told us that herself.”
“Right. I also see that My Boss added a note on the side, that simply says ‘riding crop on the tits.’ I think that’s something extra, or…”
“That’s fine. We’ll add it to the routine.”
“Very good. I also have a list here. It goes like this… Fully naked with a tall heels, rough crotch-rope, spider-gag, nipple clamps, large butt-plug, heavy metal collars and shackles…” She paused for a moment, overwhelmed by the rush. She was wet as hell, and her mind was on fire. She took a deep breath to control her voice and continued. “… one hour whippings in the mornings, afternoons, and evenings, front and back. Twice as long if she resists or complains.”
“That discipline regime may be too much for our program, to be honest,” the man replied. “But I’ll instruct her trainers to make the necessary alterations to her regimen. Luckily, she is one of the favorite playthings of our discipline team.”
“Understandable,” Kim smiled. “She is our favorite too. We all love her… here at the office, I mean.”
“Anything else?” the man asked. He longer had any urgency in his voice. He sounded satisfied and wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.
“No Sir,” Kim said, herself eager to quit before she made a mistake that could raise suspicion.”
“By the way, who did I talk to? What’s your name?”
“Uh… My name is… Lea, Lea Esahore. I’m Mr Martin’s sexretary and harem organiser. I handle her slaves and puppies, Sir.”
“Ah? And his wife, I guess?”
“I guess,” laughed Kimberly, no longer able to hide her delight. Thankfully, her laughter wasn’t that out-of-place at this point in the conversation.
“Very well,” he said. “Her whorsie training program ends in… let me see here… in 12 days, so I expect Mr Martin to come and pick her up on the 24th?
“Yes, Sir!” Kim chirped happily. “I have to mention. Mr Martin’s schedule is rather unpredictable, and delays happen occasionally. So… in the unlikely event where he fails to arrive on the… um… 24th… can I trust you to keep Ms Martin there and continue to follow the instructions I relayed?” She held her breath. She would cross her fingers, if she could move them.
“No problem,” he replied apathetically. “We have plenty of room in the stables anyway. But her fee covers only her training. After that, she has to earn her keep. Let your boss know, sexretary. If he doesn’t show up on time, I’ll put her on heavy cart duty and make her haul feed and equipment between barns.”
“Oh no, we don’t want that to happen,” said Kimberly, trying her best to sound serious this time.
He ended the conversation abruptly. “How rude!” she thought. For the man, she wasn’t a puppy, she was a free-woman. Couldn’t he at least say “good day” or something?
She chuckled. Why didn’t she tell him to relay a message to Lea. Perhaps a simple, one word message, like “woof!"
She imagined Lea’s face, contorted by a rusty bridle. She visualized her perplexed expression turning into one of rage, and then, ultimately, total defeat.
She placed the receiver back on the phone with surprising dexterity and crawled back to her pillow. Maybe she still had some time for a quick shuteye?
The door opened the moment she assumed fetal position. It was Kitts, her former boss and current owner. Miss Spankybutt, his real sexretary-slash-suckpuppy, quietly followed him in on her hands and knees. Allison was enslaved and puppified even before Kim was, but she wasn’t properly trained at the infamous Cummypaws Obedience School. More importantly, she was still allowed to speak and wear normal clothes… most of the time. Apparently she was too good a sexretary to be completely broken and turned into a “woofer.”
Kim liked Allison a lot when she worked here. She was always helpful and friendly. Of course, they had a radically different relationship back then. She was Kimberly Muttson, star reporter of the channel, and the blonde was just a young office girl on slavery track. But now, they were Miss Yummycunt and Miss Spankybutt, and Kim resented the young blonde a bit for being allowed to retain a piece of humanity while she was reduced into a total dumb bitch. She knew it was unfair of her to feel that way, but that was the reality. And reality sucked.
But not today. It was a great day. She just had the best, most satisfying phone conversation of her life. She felt great. She felt giddy, playful… horny!
She quickly jumped onto her knees, raised her paws, and rolled her tongue out to assume proper greeting posture. Kitts patted her on the head and sat down on his chair.
“Whenever I'm trying to talk to the fucking bunch of imbeciles in that meeting room, I regret turning you into a simple dog, Kimmy,” he said with a tired expression on his fat face. This made her perk up a little. “But then, I remember what a wonderfully tight pussy you had. Come and sit on my lap, doggie. Let’s give you a good spin before lunch, eh?
“Woof!” yelled Miss Yummycunt, and climbed onto her owners lap without hesitation. The man grabbed her by the pigtails, placed her on his cock, and penetrated her pussy. She relaxed her body and let him use her on his own rhythm as usual, just like a mindless fucktoy… but this time, she added a little happy dance.
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Horrowtide (Part 1)
“Finally!” yelled Lucas, the moment Theo appeared from behind the corner with a six-pack of beers. “You took your time, asshole!”
Theo snatched two cans and tossed them to his two best mates sitting on the wall. “Sorry bro, I had to stop by the Garcias’. That cantankerous old fuck brought his wife and two daughters to the front yard.”
“What the hell? Are they fuckable? You fucked one?”
“Naaah, but I jerked off and cummed on their mother’s face. She has a collection bucket dangling from her neck. Unfortunately, the daughters are locked in display cases.”
“Display cases? Fuck that bastard, man! I was hoping to shove mine in Juana’s mouth this year.”
“Juana? Are you kidding me? Daniela is the better sister, by far,” commented Oliver.
“I don’t disagree, and that’s why I thought I had a chance with Juana. Daniela is guaranteed to get a good price anyway, so I was sure Garcia wouldn’t let anyone fuck her face. But with Juana, people would like to try before they decide to buy, you know?”
“They both look very alluring on their knees if you ask me,” said Theo. “But those tits on Daniela! Oh man!”
“Are they naked?”
“Completely. Took a lot of pictures. Wanna see?”
“Yesss! Gimme!” Lucas grabbed the phone from Theo’s hand and hunched over it. “Good looord! Look at that fucksome bod! She’ll definitely bring five digits, I’m telling you.”
“She’s very beautiful, I have to admit,” said Oliver, “but five digits? Nah man, I’d guess seven, perhaps eight grand max.”
The three spent a few minutes sipping beer and looking at the detailed images of the Garcia sisters.
“So,” said Theo, ending the awkward silence. “What about you guys? What are you bringing out for the Horrowtide?”
“My sis,” said Oliver dryly. “But don’t get your hopes up, pervs. Dad bought a display cage to put her in. And she’ll be wearing a bikini or something.”
“Helen, right? She’s great,” said Theo. “I’m sure she’ll attract a crowd even without her holes on display. Some mystery is always good anyway.”
“Yeah. That strategy certainly worked wonders for my older sister Celine last year. Dad says he received ten offers for her before the day was over. I think he eventually sold her for 40% above the blue book price for her grade.”
“Oh yeah. Who bought her again?”
“Some retired journalist named Wilson. Doesn’t live too far away. I sometimes see him walk her at the park. So strange to see her crawling naked, leashed like a dog. I said hi to her once, and she woofed back at me with sad puppy eyes. It was so awkward.”
“I see what you mean,” nodded Theo. “That’s why I never go to Fucca’s Pizza at the mall. My mom is a urinal in their bathroom.”
“I know,” snickered Lucas. “That’s one of the reasons I eat there every other day. I loooove pissing down your mommy’s throat.”
“Fuck you!” said the other, but didn’t really seem angry. The boys often teased each other like this. “What about your mom and sisters, Lucas? You talk a big game, badmouth old Garcia for displaying his daughters in inaccessible boxes. Will your mommy and sisters be lined up in front of your house, ready to take cock from horrowdusk to horrowdawn?”
“Hell yeah!” replied the boy proudly. “My mom, aunt Hillie, and my sisters Isla and Ella. No display cases. All will be kneeling by the sidewalk, chained to the fence. Limitless blowjobs. I think aunt Hillie will be available for assrapes too. Anything less would be unacceptable for my dad. He is a party member, you know.”
“Good for him,” said Theo. “Perhaps I’ll give Isla’s mouth a try later. She is very cute. Ella too. Hard to believe you three came out of the same babymaker, you fugly fuck.”
All laughed. They opened their second beers.
“Did you know,” started Oliver after a while, “that the word horrowtide comes from Fittish?”
“Really? Hey, you are part Fittish aren’t you?” asked Theo.
“On my father’s side, yeah. I don’t speak a word though. My dad doesn’t either, but he keeps going about how the tradition was brought here from Fittmark.”
“The tradition? Horrowtide? Displaying and/or whoring the females of the family from dusk to dawn? That’s complete bullshit. I’m pretty sure it’s a recent creation of the regime,” objected Theo. “Not that I’m complaining about that.”
“No, seriously. Dad says the word comes from ‘hororrad,’ which literally means ‘row of whores.’ And tide means time, so…”
“Did you say horror?” asked Lucas and hurled his empty beer can across the street. The thing barely missed the young blonde girl chained to the huge oak in front of the Handerson residence and hit the metal box that held her blowjob earnings. “I’ll get you next time, Nelly,” he yelled with a grin.”
“Not horror. Horor. Plural for whore, I think. Anyway, that’s what dad says.”
“Makes sense,” said Theo. “Horrow. Sounds very much like whore row, right? But then again, they could have invented it and come up with a semi-plausible origin story later?”
“That’s subversive talk, you fucking asshole!” said Lucas. “Treasonous, even. If I ever said something like that at the dinner table, dad would beat the shit out of me.”
“Right,” said Theo mockingly. “Our glorious leaders would never do something like that. This is a millennia old practice from… Fittmark, you say?”
“Enough with this linguistic discussion,” waved Lucas. “So, I say we make a list of girls we want to try. We cannot possibly sample all the women in the area, right?”
“Why not?” said Oliver. “We can just walk down the street, circle back from the bus stop. Couple blocks, fifty-sixty houses, that’s about a hundred women. Let’s say a quarter of them will be accessible and only half of those would be worth taking our dicks out for. We can do 12-13 girls, right?”
“Five bucks each? Makes sixty. I have only 25 on me.”
“Some are free samples,” said Lucas. “My aunt, for example.”
Nobody wants to assfuck your aunt, you moron,” chuckled Theo.
“Speak for yourself,” objected Oliver. “She is quite attractive for her age. I think I'll give her a spin.”
“Fine, let’s go then. It’s getting dark. All the sharable women must be lawned by now. I don’t want to stand in a long line for a mediocre blowjob.”
The trio left their usual spot on the crumbling wall on the south side of the park, and started to walk down the festively lit main street. Horrowtide wasn’t a universally celebrated holiday, but it was slowly gaining popularity around the country, especially in the southwest. It was their response to the Harvest Festival, which was insanely popular in the north.
About half of the houses on the street seemed to have females on display. Most of the women were middle-aged wives and other fuckworthy post-their-prime female relatives. There were also a few fresh ones who just turned rape-age.
“Lawnwhoring,” as it was colloquially referred to, was already a popular practice all year around. Men shared females of their household for many reasons. It could be a punishment or a reward for the women, or simply a way to earn their keep. It was also a good opportunity for the inexperienced ones to learn serving cock. During Horrowtide, however, people brought out the ‘good ones’ for the world to see, and sometimes, use.
It was a good time to show off the goods. Have a daughter for sale? What better way to attract some suitors and bring up her price? Young girls were placed in front of the house in special display cases, in clear plastic boxes designed to keep them in kneeling position, often bound and naked. Some boxes would have cock access slots for blowjobs too.
The trio made a few stops, took thousands of pictures, fondled a lot of tits, and fucked a couple of mouths. The crowd got bigger and bigger, turning the street into a huge party area. People were hanging around, chatting, drinking beer, raping women. Some hosts offered free beer with blowjobs, so the boys got drunker as they walked.
“This is great!” yelled Lucas, slurring a little. “What a shindig! I’m really feeling it now. Forget about those stupid Garcia sisters, I think I’m gone go back and throat Nelly instead. I don’t normally go for blondes, but…”
“Go back? Are you crazy, motherfucker? Look at that crowd over there. Do you know where we are?”
“Where are we?” asked the boy, feeling genuinely lost.
“That house, It’s the Stevensons residence, dude! We have to see what kind of a feast those rich assholes prepared.”
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Horrowtide (Part 2)
She knew something was off in the afternoon when a few of the neighbors started to do yard work. One or two, perhaps… but several? It wasn’t normal.
She didn’t know what was going on. She never knew what was going on. She didn’t even know what day it was. In the beginning, she was counting the days. She just stopped after a while. What was the point? She was almost sure about the month, and the weather was a pretty good indicator of the season. She was constantly exposed to the elements in her little cabin, day and night, so it was impossible for her to be oblivious to the weather.
Perhaps she could ask the slave who fed her twice a day and walked her around the neighborhood for ten minutes. Feeding minute was the only time her mask and gag were removed. The name was accurate. She had only one minute to finish her slop and drink her water. If she failed to do that, her gag was replaced and she’d go hungry until the next feeding. So there was no time to ask questions.
She wasn’t allowed to talk anyway. Not in human words. She was a woofer.
All she could hope for is hearing some useful information from passers-by. Sometimes she got lucky and caught bits and pieces. She heard that there was a big explosion at the capital a while ago, for example. She didn’t know where, why, or how, but that was better than nothing.
She rose from her blanket and left her cabin, then crawled a few circles around the portion of the yard she was confined in to stretch her legs. she approached the far end of the fence and looked around it to see what the unusual commotion was about. Her chain was just long enough for her to do that. It was so much shorter in the beginning, but they later gave her more slack so she could reach the concrete basin where they could hose her down easily.
It was mind boggling. How can a slightly longer chain make one so happy! That extension practically quadrupled the size of her world. Now she could move around the yard. She could look around the fence.
More amenities followed. She was given a proper dog bowl and a suck-bottle first, then an old blanket to make her cabin a little cozier. A neighbor brought her a couple of dog-toys to play with. That was another unexpected jolt of happiness. Chewtoys she cannot chew on because he was always gagged? She still liked to look at them. Their bright colors and tawdry designs amused her.
She had nobody to interact with. Occasionally people mocked her as they passed by, and kids of the neighborhood enjoyed throwing things at her for fun. The young slavemaid who was in charge of her maintenance wasn’t allowed to talk to her. She experienced human contact only on anal rape days. It wasn’t a regular thing, and she had no idea why it happened. Some days, the maid would hang a sign on the fence and place a money-bucket next to her. She would then put her head on the ground, raise her ass in the air, and wait without moving an inch. She got assraped several times throughout the day by neighborhood men, and on rare occasions, their dogs too. They covered her in jizz, slapped her around a bit, and dropped a few bucks in her bucket.
Perhaps this was how she earned her keep? She no longer was a wife, but a taxed property that costed a lot of money to maintain. If she didn’t bring in a few bucks every now and then, her owner could decide to cut his losses and get rid of her.
As she reminisced, she continued to watch the Watson boys install a wooden platform in front of their house across the street. It started to look like a simple pillory after a while. When they were finally done constructing the thing, George Watson appeared from the house, dragging his wife Haley by the hair. She was naked except for stockings and heels. The woman was not a slave, so it was an unusual sight to behold. She looked reluctant and unhappy, but didn’t resist at all. Freewoman or not, a wife was her husband’s property, after all. The man forced his wife to bend down, locked her head in the pillory and hanged a bucket under her face pussy.
A pillory and a bucket? Haley Watson was to be lawned? Molly certainly didn’t expect that to happen to that woman. Not this early, anyway. The redhead was George’s third replacement wife, and she was still quite young and fuckable. Only in her mid-twenties, she guessed. Was this a punishment for disobedience? Perhaps.
A loud shriek from the other side of the road distracted her. A couple of houses over, another unusual scene was unfolding. Fergus Keyes, the portly accountant who never smiled or talked, was shoving his daughter Karen into what can be described as a glass box. Just like her older neighbor Haley, the girl was bare-chested and bottomless. Her hands were cuffed at her back and her ankles were tied together too. Keyes locked her in there and went back in the house ignoring the sobs and pleads of the young girl.
She didn’t understand. The girl wasn’t accessible in that box, so she wasn’t being lawnwhored. But two men dragging their family members outside like this and humiliate them publicly? It couldn’t be a coincidence.
She was startled when the front door opened with a screech. It wasn’t feeding time and she didn’t need a hosing. Another unusual development. Could it be her owner? Her heart skipped a beat with anticipation. He rarely used this door. Like the rest of the people in the house, he preferred the sliding door by the pool instead. Perhaps they didn’t want to be reminded of her, her ex-husband or her son. Everybody avoided her like the plague. Out of sight, out of mind.
It wasn’t him, of course. Instead she saw the smiling face of Tawnie Puppycunt, looking incredibly sexy and coy at the same time. The dutiful slavemaid was the only human she had regular contact with. The girl wasn’t allowed to talk to her, but she always smiled at her during feeding anyway. It was impossible to hate the young brunette, even though Molly held her partly responsible for her downfall. She was mad at her husband, her son, the floozy who replaced her, that fucking Carol and her little brat, and all the other fresh bitches walking around the house she built with her own hands… but not innocent little Tawnie. She was an angel.
Her eyes opened wide when she spotted the shiny metal thing the girl carried. The bucket.
But this time she brought something bigger too. No, it wasn’t the usual sign. A big, cumbersome whatchamacallit out of sturdy plastic. It looked like a folded cardboard box from where she knelt. Tawnie put the bucket down and dragged the thing next to it. She pulled the sides and unfolded it, easily transforming it into a simple rapemeat holder. Molly could see the holes where her head and limbs would fit. She could read the phrase “Happy Horrowtide” written in big festive letters over the holes.
Horrowtide? Where did she hear that word before? “Must be a festival or holiday judging by the ‘happy’ part,” she thought. Probably a new fad.
Tawnie stood back up and looked at her handwork for a second, adjusted its position and placed the bucket right in the middle. Then she came over and started to unlock Molly’s dog-mask.
“You are allowed to talk tonight,” she said unexpectedly as she removed the dogwoman's gag. “But not with me,” she quickly added when Molly opened her mouth in shock. “All your holes will be accessible to public from dusk till dawn. One-buck fucks. You are going to properly greet your rapists, beg to be used, say your pleases and thank yous, and wish them happy horrowtide at the end. I was ordered to tell you all this. Nod if you understand.”
She looked into Tawnie’s eyes gratefully and nodded. She was extremely happy to be released from her mask and leash. “Do you even know what horrowtide is?” asked Tawnie this time. Molly shook her head no. “Me neither, actually. But it doesn’t matter. Just say the thing, okay?” She paused and sighed. “It will be a long night.” Then she grabbed her chain and led her to the foldable fuckmeat holder, and secured her head and limbs in place.
“I’ll go and bring out some lemonade for your customers,” said Tawnie when the puppified milf was fully restrained and ready to serve the neighbors. “I baked some cookies too. Your recipe, actually.” She smiled at her awkwardly again and went back into the house. When she finally returned with the treats a several minutes later, Molly was already being roughly spitroasted by a couple of teenagers.
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Mystery - 1
“Is this the place?” He looked up and scanned the nondescript, run-down concrete monstrosity hiding behind the equally depressing Harlett train station.
“Yes Sir, this is the address,” she answered and took out a small notepad from her pocket to show him. “It’s a small rapehouse, not BFA-sanctioned. They are not listed in the official registry.”
“So, it’s Illegal?”
“Not necessarily. If they have less than 10 enslaved fucktoys, they don’t have to register as a brothel. They can put a soda vending machine in the waiting room and call it a food-mart. The girls would be listed as employee relaxation equipment. They pay less taxes that way.”
“I see. Our girl isn’t one of those ‘relaxation toys’ I guess?”
“Correct Sir,” she affirmed in her usual soldierly voice. “She is not officially owned. Jana Felenk, 21.2 years old, non-enslaved. She is a femployee.”
“Very well. Let’s meet her then.” He turned around and entered the building. A bad smell immediately hit the duo as they walked down a dimly lit corridor that ended at a door painted bright red. The cheaply made sign above the door read “Harlett Community Center”
“Community Center?” he smirked and rang the bell. “You promised me a soda vending machine. I’m kinda parched.”
She smiled.
The door opened with a buzzing sound. They walked in and approached the reception desk. A middle-aged woman behind the protective glass faked a smile. Her eyes immediately shifted to the tall blonde behind the young man. She certainly wasn’t used to seeing female customers. Her surprise grew tenfold when she noticed the blue-band around her neck. Now that was a rare sight!
“Good afternoon,” greeted Eddie. “I’m Edward Mestring, and this is my colleague Selena Slenderslut. We are here to-”
“A blue neck!” exclaimed the woman. “A retired slavecop?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Miss Slenderslut used to serve in the BFA.”
The most dreaded combination of letters in the Pussianan language made the woman straighten up in her chair. Eddie suppressed a chuckle. For many reasons, he despised the BFA as much as a female citizen, but he never refrained from using his partner’s past association with that soulless machine of oppression to scare the people standing in his way. A casual mention of that ominous name opened many doors easily.
“How can I help you, Sir?” the woman asked with extra reverence. The boy was too young to be a BFA agent, but she was going to be careful anyway.
“We are here to see Ms Felenk, Jana Felenk.”
“She asked us to meet here at noon, on her lunch break,” added Selena.
“I’m sorry,” replied the woman with a sad face. “Jana is boothed today.”
“Boothed?”
“Yes, boothed. She’s in a rape booth, serving cocks.”
“I understand what boothed means,” said Eddie. “I was under the impression that she was a femployee, like yourself. Why would she be serving with the slaves?”
“Ah!” exhaled the woman and pushed her round glasses back with her pinky, “Jizzcup, one of the slavegirls... She was beaten very badly by a customer this morning, you see. So the boss, Mr Patton, put Jana in her booth instead. She’ll sub while the poor little Jizzie is recovering at the Fem-vet.”
“She agreed to replace a fuckslave?”
“Agreed? Well, she had no choice, you see. The boss, he-”
“Fine,” interrupted Eddie. “When will she be able to see us? Her next break, when is that?”
The woman looked confused. “Break? I don’t understand Sir?”
“Which booth?” asked Selena this time. “How much for half an hour?”
“Booth four. 5 bucks unlocks her holes,” the milf smiled, visibly excited. Talking to a real blueneck was definitely the highlight of her week.
Selena looked at Eddie and patiently waited for him to act. He smiled and turned to the door the receptionist woman pointed at.
“Ejaculate in her mouth, will you?” yelled the woman after they took a few steps. “The girls, they aren’t allowed to eat or drink anything else all day.”
Selena waved at the woman to indicate that they understood and followed the young man two steps behind. Eddie Mestring was her boss, but he treated her with an unusual level of respect since they launched their private investigation business. He rarely gave her orders. At least not like the ones she was accustomed to hear at the SEFR. Nevertheless, she was always very careful and respectful in her conduct. She never questioned his decisions or disagreed with him in front of others, never hesitated when he asked for something, and never acted before he did. At the end of the day, he was her employer.
He also fucked her regularly, but that had nothing to do with their partnership. She just enjoyed serving him whenever he let her. He was a generous rapist.
The door led to a big hall that appeared to be created by merging several rooms. Although spacious, it was as depressing as the outside of the building. It was old, drab, and dirty, and it reeked of sex. Eight sheer plastic cubicles surrounded the space, each with a box that contained a woman. The boxes had two holes on each end. Tired faces stuck out of one side, and reddened butts out of the other. Coin operated metal flaps restricted access to their fuckholes.
In the middle of the room stood a table with boxes of lube, napkins, floggers, and sex toys on it. Several customers were lounging at the other end of the room, playing a card game obliviously. Selena instinctively slouched a little to hide her neck. She didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention with her blue band.
Most of the girls were in use, including the young woman in booth four. A portly man in his late forties was fucking her mouth at an irregular pace, in a rather clumsy way. He looked drunk. Apparently he wasn’t just starting. Fresh jizz was oozing out of her primary and secondary.
Selena found two folding chairs from somewhere and placed them across cubicle four. The two sat down and waited.
“Are you sweet on this little slut or something, young man? Can’t you see, there are a couple of unoccupied whores over there. I recommend Randycunt in booth eight. Tightest asshole in the joint.” The man smirked at Eddie and rotated the rapebox on its axis a bit to give the newcomers a better view. “Or perhaps you like to watch instead, eh?”
“No, thank you,” replied Eddie calmly. “Not here to utilize. I just wanted to talk to Ms Felenk for a moment.”
“You mean my sweet Jana? Yeah. When I learned that one of the cunts was taken to the Fem-vet, I knew she’d end up in one of the boxes. So I dropped everything and rushed here to be the first to fuck her.” He reached forward and slapped the young woman’s reddened bottom. “Twice in the butt and thrice in the face so far. She likes ass-to-mouth so much, this little whore.”
The girl groaned in despair. Her mouth was stretched to the limit by the big fat cock that invaded her throat. Her tear-soaked face was as red as her perky butt. It was obvious that she was smacked heavily on both ends.
“I see. Are you about done, Sir?” asked Eddie with an indifferent tone.
“Done? Ha. I’m only starting, my boy.” He tapped on his thigh. A bunch of coins jingled in his pocket. I’ll be here for another hour, at least. Don’t hold your breath.”
“We can’t wait that long,” frowned Eddie. “Would you mind taking a break? I need to talk to Ms Felenk for ten minutes. I’ll be more than happy to compensate you for the lost time.”
The man looked at the young boy for a few seconds, thinking. Then his stare moved to Selena, who was unsuccessfully trying to make herself smaller. Of course, it was impossible for a tall S-grade woman to render herself invisible, even under these bad lighting conditions.
A disgusting smirk formed on the man’s flushed fat face. “That slut. She yours?”
“We work together,” replied Eddie tersely.
“Work together? What the fuck are you talking about, boy? Is she your regular?”
“She is one of my regulars,” replied Eddie after hesitating for half a second. He knew what was coming.
“She is a bit old for my taste,” the man restarted “but she looks like a fucking unicorn mare, that one. How is she? Takes cock well?”
“I do suck cock like a unicorn,” interjected Selena, seeing Eddie struggling. “I’d be happy to show you what I can do, if you agree to give Ms Felenk a short break.”
The man kept pumping the girl’s face a few more seconds than stopped abruptly. “Deal!”
He pulled back. His huge member popped out of the young girl’s mouth and dropped like a hammer. Selena looked at Eddie and forced a smile. Eddie nodded and walked over to the booth to talk to the exhausted looking girl who was still coughing up spit and jizz. Her overweight admirer waddled to the chair Eddie vacated and collapsed on it.
Selena took a deep breath and stood up, walked over to the man, and crouched between his legs. He leaned back and grabbed his monster of a cock for her to start serving. Only then he noticed her band for the first time. “A fucking ex-slavecop? Well, I’ll be damned!” he exclaimed. “You weren’t bulshittin’ woman. You are a unicorn!”
Selena forced a smile and leaned in to start serving. This was the first time she had to do it since her retirement gangbang. Except for Eddie, of course. She took the cock in her mouth and started to suck on it, no frills, medium pace. She wasn’t going to do too good a job and make him climax before her boss managed to talk to their client.
Eddie stepped on the elevated platform that held the rotational rapebox and turned it away from the man. Perfect privacy was impossible to achieve under these circumstances, but this was the best he could do.
“I’m Edward Mestring,” he started as he took out his phone to confirm the young whore’s identity. “You called us about a missing person?” The Registry app’s face recognition software quickly identified the girl as Jana Emily Felenk, despite the thick jizz covering her pretty blushing visage.
“Yes Sir,” she swallowed. He was younger than she expected. Was he experienced enough to handle her case? She sighed. She was out of options. He was the only investigator she could afford with her limited resources. “It’s my sister, Della. She was taken.”
Eddie nodded and ran a search on Della Felenk. She was listed as a non-enslaved 18.1 year-old with an active two-year freedom permit. “You didn’t report her missing?” he asked. “There's no alert on her Registry page.”
“I tried…” she sobbed. “But you see… There is this guy at the BFA. Not a uniformed officer, but… like a clerk, you know? I think he… he has something to do with her disappearance.”
“A state employee?” Eddie asked. He had an expression of disgust on his face.
“Yes Sir. When we went there, you know, to purchase her permit… I saved for years, you see, just to keep my little sister free for a couple more years. I gathered the money two days before her deadline and ran to the BFA. There… this guy… who issued her permit… He had this weird look in his eye. Something ominous.” She paused and swallowed. “And then again, when I went there to file a missing report after Della’s disappearance… I was talking to this bluepuss, right? Right in the middle of it, he came in and took over. Snatched the forms I filled out. He even bent the slavecop who was processing my complaint over the desk and started to fuck her in front of me. It was so awkward, and… I’m almost positive he has my sister, Mr Mestring. I don’t know what to do. He is BFA.”
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Mystery - 2
She liked the sensation very much. His dick wasn’t that different than all the others she had to suck for twelve long years, multiple times a day, from every single morning till every single night. Not in length, girth, or shape anyway. But he was younger, certainly, and he tasted quite different too. Fresh and clean, often covered in flavored oils. Mostly because his slaves took their time cleaning and grooming him after every use, she figured.
She continued to move her full lips up and down his shaft with a relaxed rhythm. She enjoyed the fact that she was allowed to do that. She wasn’t on a tight schedule, she wasn’t supposed to make him cum before the patrol flight is over, she wasn’t held down and choked, she wasn’t being interrupted randomly with a series of punitive slaps… No, she felt like she had some agency. She wasn’t just a masturbatory tool. She could be creative, try new things, change her technique randomly, and not get punished for it.
She could even enjoy this simple act of pleasing a man with her mouth.
Eddie seemed to like it too. And that was the best part of it. Pleasing him with the extra thought and effort she added to an otherwise routine performance was extremely satisfactory. It made her proud.
She took a deep breath through her nose and went deep. His cock breached her throat and stretched it. The subsequent hungry groan she made would have embarrassed her if it wasn’t immediately drowned by the loud music in the club, and the moans of tens of women currently being raped around them. Not all these girls were club slaves. Some were unwilling freewomen, judging by the manner they were restrained and violated. A couple of them were probably virgins moments ago. Slenderslut could easily recognize the distinctive “deflowering sobs.”
She tried to ignore them. It was no longer her job to stop illegal female utilization. Not any more. Protecting men’s property from other men? All women ended up like this anyway. If not today, tomorrow. Only thing that changed was the man who owned them. Take the redhead who was being casually spitroasted by the two guys at the next booth, for example. She was a young bareneck, possibly a college student. Clearly a property of the CMR, her father. But tonight, she was someone else's plaything. She was almost completely wrapped in duct tape, leaving only her fuckholes accessible. These guys most probably broken into her dorm room, overpowered her and brought her here to rape her. Best case scenario, they would take her back and threaten her to keep her mouth shut about it. The worst case scenario… Well…
She turned her focus back to Eddie’s cock that filled her eager throat. It was hard and strong, and felt wonderful in her mouth. She loved it. She sucked and licked, sucked and kissed… She even forgot why they were sitting in a dirty booth at this sleazy club in the first place.
“There he is.”
She opened her eyes and looked up. The young boy she came to like and respect a lot for his unusual generosity and kindness throughout the past several weeks, now her boss and kinda-master, was looking at a man in the distance. She was momentarily disappointed when she didn’t see his face distorted with intense pleasure. She thought she was doing a very good job, after all. Reluctantly, she let his cock pop out of her mouth and asked. “May I use my hands while I speak, Sir?”
He nodded after a brief confusion. Her persistent Slavecop-like attitude and extra attention to service decorum still surprised him. Even after her retirement from the SEFR, Slenderslut continued to act and speak like an active duty slavecop, occasionally referring to herself as a cunt, and to him a master. Old habits died hard, of course. Especially after getting them “drilled” into one for twelve long years.
She smiled and held his cock in her right hand, leaving her left stuck to the small of her back. The organ was now slippery enough for a pleasant handjob. When she started stroking it slowly, she immediately remembered what her first handler used to say about handjobs. “The only way to perform a good handjob is to use your mouth.” He was full of funny lines like that, may he rest in piss.
“Can you confirm his identity?”
She turned as inconspicuously as possible to take a sneak peek at the man. Her view was obscured by the tied club slave he was lap-fucking.
“I cannot see from this angle, master… boss,” she whispered. “Could you… Could you perhaps pull me up and fuck me facing that way?”
As those words fell out of her lips, she was struck by a jolt of shame. Was she begging to be fucked? No, it wasn’t like that. She was being professional… Absolutely professional. It was the way it should be done. This was a rape-bar, and it would look suspicious if she wasn’t raped thoroughly. It was bad enough that she wasn’t bound already.
Eddie didn’t seem to be aware of the rollercoaster of emotions she was riding. Perhaps her robotic non-expressive mask still worked even after her retirement? “Sure,” he said, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, like a real master taking full control of his fuckmeat. She followed his lead obediently. He turned her around and bent her over the table, pulled her short skirt up to her waist, and inserted the tip of his steely rod into her eager primary with one fluid motion. When their genitals were aligned properly, he pulled her back onto his lap. His cock penetrated her fully. A loud moan escaped her lips when he grabbed her by the throat and pressed her upper body onto his, placing the back of her head in that cozy nook above his clavicle. She could now feel his warm breath on her temple as he casually fucked her.
“What about now?”
She opened her eyes again. Oh, yeah, she was supposed to ID the guy. That was why she suggested this position. Certainly.
The man was now being serviced by three club slaves surrounding him, with a well-choreographed triple blowjob. He looked extremely intoxicated, barely holding his head up. That was probably why he didn’t seem too impressed by the girls. He ignored them as he kept texting on his phone. Selena immediately recognized his face from the SEFR. He was not a uniformed officer, but she recalled seeing him in the building regularly. He worked at the registration office on the ground floor. Or just IT, perhaps?
“That’s him, Sir,” she moaned.
“Francis Posrednik,” said Eddie. All I can find about him online is that he was a computer engineer. No records about his BFA connection.
“Could be a member of Agent Hoshiyaar’s team, Sir,” she theorized. “Tech department had many non-uniformed employees. Outside contractors, mostly.”
“What could be that important?” wondered Eddie after absorbing that information. “He’s constantly on his phone. Texting, or…” Selena didn’t say anything. She was enjoying this “stakeout” too much. “We should get that phone,” he added.
Selena stopped moving on her boss’s cock and thought for a moment. “Slap and swipe manouver,” she exhaled.
“What’s that?”
“From the undercover operations manual. I never performed it myself, but…” She paused for a moment and explained. “When he leaves, we follow. At some point, you have to grab me by the hair or the throat with uncontrollable rage, and push me towards him. Imagine I did something very bad, defied or disrespected you. Slap me hard right before we reach the target. I’ll fell on him and swipe the phone. Then you’ll pick me up and drag me away.”
“Sounds very complicated” smiled Eddie. “Alternatively, we can just go and pick it up from his table. Looks like he passed out.”
Selena turned to see what Eddie was talking about. Posrednik was now lying unconscious, his head fallen back, mouth agape, drooling. The three girls were still performing regardless.
“I’ll get it,” said Selena.
“I’ll do it,” rejected the boy as he stood up with his hand still wrapped around her slender neck. “I can’t let you commit a felony only several weeks after earning your blue band. What would I do if my partner was enslaved again and sent to a state brothel?”
“As you wish, sir,” whispered Selena, gratefully. The way he said “partner” hit that starving pleasure center in her brain harder than she imagined.
It wasn’t that difficult to steal the phone. The place was dimly lit, and everybody was busy playing with their fuckmeat. They swiftly dove into a private raperoom to check the phone.
“Looks like a home security app,” said Eddie. “Camera feeds? Ooooh my!”
He showed the screen to Selena and swiped through the images. Seven cameras showing live feeds of kneeler-cages with young girls in them. Each bound and fully naked, with numbers written on placards hanging above them.
“Inspection reference numbers,” said Selena, before he asked. “So one can search for them to check their photos and videos at the Registry.”
“Looks like this guy is selling girls on the black market. Let’s check if our girl is one of them.” He took out his own phone, logged onto his Registry account and handed the device to Selena. “Run a search with these numbers will you?”
Selena froze. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammered. “Are you letting me… access your Registry account? I … um… I can’t… I’m just a…”
“Don’t be silly, Selena. Take it and run the search. We don’t know how long this fucker will stay unconscious.”
Selena picked up the phone with shaky hands. Letting her see his Registry page? It was the most incredible display of trust and honor a man could bless a female with. She could have orgasmed right there and then.
All seven girls were reported missing by their CMRs. The earliest report was from two months ago. Unfortunately, their client’s sister wasn't among them.
“Perhaps he sold her already,” said Selena.
“It is possible that these aren’t the only girls he’s selling.The feeds, are these girls at the same location?”
“The walls and lighting suggest that they’re all in the same place,” Selena guessed. “Perhaps a basement, or a warehouse. No natural light, no windows.”
Eddie looked at his watch. “Download this app and enter these feed codes. These aren't password protected. I assume he sends these feed codes to his potential customers so they can bid on the girls.” He cracked open the door to check if the guy was woken up. He was still lying there, but the three cocksuckers were gone. “Be quick about it.”
“YesSir,” replied Selena. She felt a strange high as she entered the numbers. She felt like a spy. It was a thrill. She played odd roles in her early years, when she was in the field, but she never really did any serious undercover work. And after her handler passed away, she was reduced to a mindless drone wandering the dark corridors of the BFA. Now this… this was exciting.
She managed to set it up in a short time and handed the phones back to Eddie. They left the raperoom, dropped the target’s device on his table and sat back in their booth.
“Now we wait,” said Eddie. “We’ll follow this asshole and hope he goes back to this secret warehouse.”
“We’ll be stuck here for a while then,” said Selena. “So, while we wait… in which hole would you like to fuck me next, Sir?
xxfluffydeathxx
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Mystery - 3
A tap on her left thigh woke her up. She drowsily looked around in confusion.
“Rise and shine, sleepy-head.”
Slenderslut turned her head and looked at Eddie. She was still sitting on his lap, held in place with his arm around her waist, and his hard cock stuck deep in her butt.
“I’m sorry Sir,” she stammered. “I don’t know how I… I had a few sleepless nights lately, and-”
“That’s okay, Selena,” he snickered. “I still enjoyed it very much. You know, you fuck in your sleep.”
“What?”
“After you dozed off, you kept squeezing and relaxing. It was quite pleasurable. I assume that it’s a technique slavecops learn to do?”
“Oh? Not really, Sir. I had no idea.” She blushed.
“Never mind. We’ll talk about your hidden talents later, perhaps.” He gestured towards the drunk asshole trying to get out of his booth. “He’s leaving.”
Posrednik slapped his cocksuckers away, stood up after a few tries, and stumbled his way out of the rape club. Eddie and Slenderslut followed. The man was too drunk to notice them.
The cool fresh air outside gave Selena a quick boost. She quickly went down on her hands and knees. Eddie attached a leash to her collar before they started their pursuit of their intoxicated target. It had been a while since the last time she bitchwalked. All slavecops went through basic pet training as cadets, of course, but only a small number of the trainees ended up in the K-19 unit. It certainly wasn’t the most glamorous division of the SEFR. The rest of the corps often looked down on their kenneled comrades.
While “regular” slavecops enjoyed the privilege of walking on their two feet without explicit permission, they occasionally had to go down on all-fours during missions. The operations manual recommended petgirl disguise for stakeouts and undercover missions whenever possible, because men tended to pay less attention to owned women. The more trained and obedient they were, the less interesting they looked. A fully naked, masked woman could easily blend in with her surroundings.
Selena never “went pup” for a mission before. She had done some undercover work, and even infiltrated a fluffer cell once, but it was an acting part, not a “barking” part. And now, no longer a SEFR hound, she found herself on her hands and knees, tracking a BFA employee, of all people.
It was past midnight, but the street was still very much alive, full of clubbers. The main road that cut the district of Harlett in two perfect halves was the beating heart of the night life of the town. Rows of rape clubs and orgy bars lined the boulevard on either side. Their drunken mark kept making erratic stops, harassing salesmen and abusing their female stock. Nobody seemed happy to see him coming. Following the stumbling lout along the main street was almost too easy.
Selena had been teaching Eddie surveillance and tracking tactics to her best ability for a while. The boy was a natural. He had successfully tailed an experienced SEFR agent to his own home on his first try, after only a day of instruction. A drunken clerk was child play compared to that one.
After badgering each and every cuntdealer on his way, Posrednik veered into a narrow road at the end of the club row. Eddie and Selena fell back a little. He walked past a few gangrapes and stopped by a couple of women in torn rags sitting under a street light. They quickly assumed proper kneeling positions when they noticed him. Without saying anything, he took his cock out and began pissing on the brunette’s face. She immediately opened her mouth and started to drink all she could. When he rewarded her service by throwing a few coins in her bucket, she bowed down and kissed his feet respectfully. It all looked like a routine they performed many times before. The man then grabbed the redhead by her hair and dragged her away. She obediently followed on her hands and knees into a nearby building.
“Public slaves,” whispered Selena. “Looks like they know him and obey him. We should be careful. I’ve seen this before. Criminals often keep public slaves around as watchdogs. These poor things would do anything for you if you give them a little food and provide some semblance of security.”
Eddie nodded. They walked over to the girl who was trying to clean herself with a piece of dirty cloth. The phrase “public toilet” was written on her bare chest. The poor thing rose on her her knees, smiled at the boy, and opened her mouth wide without saying anything.
“What’s your name, cunt?” asked Eddie as he unzipped his pants.
“This cunt is called Trash, master.”
“Trash? Unusually short and simple for a servonym, eh?”
“Short but fitting, master,” the woman forced a smile, “This cunt is trash.”
Eddie nodded, and started to pee in the toilet’s open mouth. She did a good job acting like she enjoyed it.
He took out a few coins and dropped in her bucket. Then he turned to walk away, but stopped as if he remembered something. “You remind me of an old friend,” he said, affectionately. “Listen, I shouldn’t tell you this, but… My brother is working for the FSO. He mentioned that they’ll run a full sweep around Harlett tonight. They could come round that corner any minute now. If they catch you like this, covered in dirt and reeking of piss, you’ll definitely be picked up and sent to triage.” He took another handful of coins and gave them to the girl. “Here, take this and go to a whorewash. Clean yourself up, buy a new shirt. And make yourself scarce for a few hours, eh?”
The girl took the money with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude on her face. “Thank you, master” she said, bearing a giant smile. Then she kissed his feet and and crawled away in full speed.
“First the drinks at the club, and now this. We can’t keep spending like this on stakeouts. Our profit margin is getting slimmer and slimmer,” Selena commented as Trash disappeared around the corner. “But I think you handled it in the best way possible, boss.”
Eddie smiled and turned. They walked over to the building Posrednik entered a few minutes ago. It was another rotting corpse of an apartment complex with crumbling concrete walls covered in tasteless graffiti. They walked by an elevator with the words “out of order” painted on it. Moans and screams can be heard from all directions. Most apartments didn’t have doors. Dirty mattresses and trash were everywhere. The smell was overwhelming.
“Squatters?” asked Eddie.
“Another type of illegal brothel, I guess” replied Selena, as they walked by two shady types spit-roasting a middle aged woman tied to a broken table. “May I stand and walk, Sir? This place is… filthy.”
Eddie nodded. She stood up, but kept following him a couple steps behind with a pronounced slavish slouch.
“He could be anywhere,” said Eddie. Then he remembered the video feeds they hijacked. He took out his phone and checked the caged girls. There was no sign of the man.
“This is not a good place to keep kidnapped women in,” Selena commented. “Too many people, activity, and…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence. Eddie suddenly grabbed her, turned around and pulled her into the shade. He started to play with her big fat boobs casually and whispered in her ear. “Found him. In there.”
Selena’s eyes scanned the apartment they just passed by. Several men were violating their prey, two heavily restrained women, both barenecks in nice clothes. They seemed out of it. Drugged, drunk, or passed out, perhaps. Posrednik was sitting in one of the old chairs in the room, seemingly uninterested in the gangrape. The redhead he dragged in was dutifully kissing and massaging his feet.
Minutes passed. Selena wasn’t complaining. Instead of dozing off in front of the TV at the BFA guesthouse, she was squirming with mild pleasure in the hands of her boss. Soon enough, Eddie’s hands moved south to play with her slit and finger her gently. She was enjoying herself so much, she didn’t even notice the arrival of another man. She opened her eyes only when Eddie pulled his hand away from her dripping fuckhole.
The new arrival was certainly not a criminal mastermind. He looked nervous and skittish in his ill-fitting black hoodie and oversized sunglasses. He quickly scanned the room and sat down timidly next to Posrednik. He whispered into his ear, which made the drunk man turn his head in surprise.
“What?”
“I said, are you the janitor?” the man repeated with an audible voice this time.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s me. I’ve the keys. You dropped the money in the box?”
The man looked around nervously and nodded. The other picked up his phone and typed something. Got his text reply a few seconds later. “Very good. Which one was your order? Wait, I remember. The strawberry blonde with the green eyes, right?” The other nodded again, this time with more excitement than anxiety.
Posrednik reached into his pocket with a groan and took out a bunch of keys, he shuffled through them and handed one to the man in the hoodie.
“Here you go. You can pick her up from the address written on the key. Leave the key in the post box on your way out.” He grabbed the man’s arm before he could stand. “Remember, asshole. You can never take her out in public. Not even with a mask or something. Keep her chained and locked up at all times. You sound-proofed your dungeon like I said, right?”
“Yes, yes, I did all that,” said the man. “I’ll keep her in a farmhouse far from the city anyway. You don’t have to worry.”
Posrednik looked at the man for a few more seconds before letting his arm go. “Very well. Have fun with the little bird.”
The man left the apartment and walked away. Eddie took out his phone and checked the feeds. There was no blonde with green eyes among the seven caged girls.
“This confirms it,” he whispered. “These aren’t the only girls he locked up. There must be other locations. And we still have no idea where." He let the girl go.
“What do you think, Selena? Should we stick with this guy, or follow the buyer?”
xxfluffydeathxx
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Mystery - 4
Kellie stretched her fingers and toes. They were the only extremities she could move in this rusty little kneel-cage. Her wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees were tightly tied with rope, but that wasn’t all. She was wrapped in some kind of coarse cloth which was secured by duct tape in many places. Her head was covered with what she assumed to be a pillow case. More tape trapped a balled-up sock in her mouth. She wasn’t even sure if it was her sock. It could have been her panties too. Was she naked or dressed? She was so tightly bound, her brain couldn’t receive reliable information from the rest of her body. All that was redundant anyway, because It was impossible to move an inch in the tight little cage she was locked in.
She didn’t know how long she had been in this dark room. She didn’t remember being taken either. The last thing she could recall was leaving her home and walking down the stairs. Was she raped while unconscious? She didn’t feel any pain down there to indicate that, but it was impossible to be sure. After many long hours staying like this, her entire body was aching. She was hungry, thirsty, cold, and scared out of her mind.
She had ran out of tears hours ago. She couldn’t call for help or beg for mercy with her sock stuffed in her mouth. All she can do was whimper and groan. She knew that she was alone in the room, but if she listened very carefully, she could hear faint moans in the distance. She guessed that there were at least two more captives in this place. That information gave her a tiny relief. Multiple captives could mean that she was taken by criminals who want to sell her on the black market, and not by a random psychopath who just wanted to rape her to death.
It was so unfair. She was was so happy a few days ago, when her father returned home from the BFA and handed her a two-year freedom permit. She was going to use that precious time to finish a certificate program and find a job, perhaps earn enough money to buy her next extension without being a burden to her parents. Her older sister Kate worked as a salesgirl at a DK and managed to do just that. She could do the same for a few years and maybe find a decent husband before her luck eventually ran out.
But now, that dream was dead. She was tied and locked in a dark damp room, waiting for some asshole to buy her and carry her to his own rape dungeon. She’d live out her miserable days as a fucktoy. She’d never be able to see the sun again. She just knew that her life was over.
She began crying again when she imagined how it would be like. She’d be restrained on a bed in a basement, naked, legs spread. She’d be nothing but three holes to fuck a few times a day. Her captor would keep her alive as long as her holes remained tight enough. He’d get bored eventually, and then it would be really over for her. Could be in three days or in three years, she’d end up in a ditch deep in the woods. It was the only way the story of an illegal fucktoy would end.
Her only chance for survival was to play the game, accept her fate, obey and serve her new owner as well as possible. She could beat the odds if she could make herself indispensable, endear herself to him. The thought turned her stomach, but that was the only way out she could think about. There and then she decided to follow that path. She was going to be a good girl, bide her time, and wait for an opportunity to escape. Of course, her behavior must be believable. She couldn’t just begin with a smile. No, She had to be clever and put on a good, convincing act.
Her long term strategy for survival was starting to take shape in her mind, but she realized that she had no idea whom she’d be serving. What kind of a man would he be? Someone who had no money to buy a woman legally, of course. She was classified an A-grade by the BFA, and not everybody could afford As like her.
Or maybe… Maybe someone who wanted a specific woman: Her. Someone who heard that she just bought a freedom permit and will be off the market. Could it be…
Her eyes widened. Drake? Her classmate who asked her out on a date a couple months ago. Could he be insane enough to arrange her kidnapping? Of course, she was hyper-cautious while she was rejecting him. She employed all the tricks she knew. Praised him to death while acting all bland and boring. All women knew to be careful dealing with men who are interested in them. It was a skill they had to pick up early in life. She thought her tactics worked too. Drake stopped following her around, started stalking other girls.
But perhaps… he wasn’t done with her. The thought gave her some relief. The boy wasn’t that clever. He didn’t seem too violent either. Perhaps she could talk her way out of this even without serving dick for months. She could play the shy girl who secretly liked him. It might work… maybe. Yes, she wanted the unknown villain to be Drake, and not some other sinister character she never met. She could see a way out now.
The thoughts that kept bouncing around in her skull dispersed immediately by a clicking sound in the distance. A key turning in a lock, perhaps. A timid clank was heard, followed by unsure steps, searching. So, there was a long corridor outside? The steps approached in a straight line, making a couple stops on the way. Kellie could now visualize in her mind a row of doors, small locked rooms each housing a terrified captive like her. Who was the visitor, and for whom he was searching for? He didn’t sound confident, so Kellie assumed that he wasn’t the person who placed her here.
Footsteps finally reached her. Kellie held her breath and listened. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to open the door or not. She didn’t know what to expect if she was dragged out of this place in a minute. She didn’t know what would happen to her if she wasn’t. What if she wasn’t picked and sold? What would the motherfuckers do to her then?
The sound of metal hitting metal made her freeze. The shaky key found it’s hole after a few tries and turned. Kellie’s heart stopped when the door opened and hit a wall. Light levels or temperature didn’t change at all, but she felt fresh air rushing in, which made her realize that she was indeed fully naked under all that stuff that restrained her. She was stripped down and wrapped again, not unlike a present.
The mystery man didn’t make any attempt to enter the room. Kelly groaned and shook her cage in desperation. She was terrified out of her mind, of course, but she wanted to know why, how, and by whom she was taken.
After watching her throw a pathetic tantrum in her little cage for a few seconds, the man walked in and held the cage. The cage opened with a click. A hand grabbed the fabric wrapped around her torso and pulled her out. She fell forward, but another hand caught her before hitting her face on the floor. He pulled her up onto her feet with a huff and bent her over the cage. Her big tits smooshed against the bars and the air in her lungs evacuated as she hit the metal. She felt the impact on all her joints which she was unable to move for hours.
He put one hand on the small of her back and pinned her down. She didn’t have the energy or courage to move anyway. She groaned in protest again, hoping to provoke him to respond. Alls she need was a clue, hear his voice. Was it Drake? Some other guy? Was it even a male?
No verbal response. Instead, she felt her assailant’s other hand grab her tits over the rough cloth. It moved around and squeezed them, ignoring her weak protests. After playing with her for a while, it moved up and started touching her face as if it was trying to identify her by touch. “Why don’t you take off the pillow case and see with your own eyes, you asshole,” yelled Kellie. But only a long unintelligible groan was heard.
He suddenly let her face go, but his hand landed on her ass a second later. He fondled, squeezed, and smacked his way around her butt, finally shifting his focus to the crevice between her asscheeks. His fingers moved along her slit and pushed down, wedging the coarse cloth into her scared womanhood. She let out another groan and tried to wiggle away like an earthworm, but he countered her weak attempt with more pressure on her back. She immediately surrendered.
Kellie heard another click. A switchblade? She froze in terror. She felt a pressure between her legs. The knife penetrated the cloth and cold metal touched her inner thigh. Her entire body shuddered in panic. He moved the knife up and down to make a big enough slit and pulled it back. Then he let her go and smacked her bottom hard, which she interpreted as a command to stay put. He put his both hands through the slit he made and pulled it apart, until it was wide enough to make her genital area fully accessible. Kellie groaned in defeat. There was no escape. She was about to get raped right there and then.
A zipper opened and pants rolled down. He put one hand on her back and pushed down to force it into an arch, then pressed his penis against her slit. She held her breath as he started to push it in. She was too tired to resist and her pussy muscles were too weak to put any effective resistance. He entered her slowly, savoring every moment of anticipation. Finally, when he was half way in, he slammed it into her cervix without mercy. She felt the impact in full. It felt like a giant axe splitting her into two. He paused only for a second and started to fuck her with deep, brutal thrusts. He was big, hard, and powerful.
The physical pain between her legs combined with the feeling of shame and helplessness quickly overwhelmed the young girl. He randomly changed his speed to overload her brain. His actions felt deliberate and precise, as if he planned and rehearsed this particular violation. He fucked hard and fucked her deep, even pushing her to the edge against her will several times. She wasn’t allowed to cum, of course. She was now a mere tool to provide pleasure, not a woman who’s allowed to receive it.
A few minutes later, he slowed down. As the haze enveloping her shocked mind dissipated, Kellie slowly realized that he had ejaculated in her already. She expected him to stop and rest for a while, and release the pressure on her back. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled out his slopped up organ out of her pussy and slid it up north to his next target. Kellie barely had time to let out another pointless groan of protest before he pushed it back in, this time in her secondary fuckhole. His fat cock penetrated her butt and pain pierced her brain. Both her cherries were popped in a matter of minutes.
He fucked her longer this time. He was most definitely enjoying her desperate whimpers and moans. All she could do was wiggle like a worm and sob uncontrollably. The pillowcase over head was soaked in tears. The shame she felt was mind-breaking.
He soon ejaculated deep in her ass, pulled out of her, and took a step back. Kellie lay over the cage motionless, drained and pulverized, his warm semen oozing out of both of her holes. She was barely conscious, but she could sense that he was enjoying the the image of the mass he made.
She tried to stay awake, but she was too tired to do so. What was next, she wondered. She imagined him lifting her over her shoulder like a rolled up carpet, putting her well-fucked body in the trunk of his car, and driving away to an unknown location. This was going to be the first day of her new life as a miserable fucktoy. That was the last thought in her mind before she finally passed out of exhaustion.
* * *
“He’s taking his time. Perhaps he couldn’t find what he’s looking for?” speculated Eddie.
Selena pursed his lips. At first she wasn’t sure if they should tail the nervous buyer instead of Posrednik. He was just a customer after all, and following the drunk asshole seemed like a better choice. But Eddie insisted on following the young man against her advice. Her boss had good instincts, apparently. She knew they made the right choice when they ended up at an abandoned self storage facility on the road to Snatchfield.
Nine or ten minutes had passed since the man disappeared into the building. “I think I should better go and take a look, Sir” she said. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before. I’ll be careful,” she added before he could respond. Eddie nodded. Selena jumped off their rental motorbike and approached the entrance. She popped her head in for a moment then entered the building.
A minute later, she reappeared and ran back, as silently as before. “He is utilizing a young girl in there,” she whispered. “Heavily restrained and caged, her entire body covered.”
“That’s why she wasn’t one of the girls in the video feeds,” said Eddie. She isn’t being auctioned. She’s a special order.”
“I think so too. I can’t be sure, but there are several doors in there which appear to be reinforced recently. Numbers are painted on them. I counted four but there can be more deeper inside the building.”
Eddie took out his phone and opened the video feeds of the tied girls in cages. “Can these girls be in there?”
“I doubt it, Sir,” said Selena. These ones are being kept in a concrete structure with a high ceiling, like a warehouse. This place is basically a series of rusting metal boxes.” She paused for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m going to suggest this, but think we should call the SEFR, Sir. There is at least one illegally captured woman in there. Perhaps more in the other rooms. We cannot handle that ourselves.”
Eddie shook his head. “If we call the SEFR and they raid this place, Posrednik will be alerted. He might disappear before they get him. He could even try to dispose of the rest of the girls he kidnapped. We don’t know where these ones are. And we have no idea where our client’s sister is.”
“We could at least save the one in there,” suggested Selena after a brief calculation. Follow this guy, rescue the girl if we can, come back to this place later?”
wivers
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@Kaige Do you know if there is any Novella staring Elsa Braucht? You mentioned "from Elsa's date at the slave Fair", and E posted a few pics on their Twitter, but it's unclear to me whether these are just a series of pics, or illustrations to a Novella.
And there were other illustrations earlier (I remember mostly a series related to a character popularity contest), to which I don't know if there was a written story attached?
And there were other illustrations earlier (I remember mostly a series related to a character popularity contest), to which I don't know if there was a written story attached?
timbob
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Hi wivers - as you`re obviously attached (me not) - would you mind to post some up-to-date listing of E`s Novella`s? Would be great...
wivers
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Well, I don't have access to an exhaustive list (presumably, there is one on E's Subscribestar).
What I have to go on is their Twitter account, which I check semi-regularly.
Here are the works I know about, more or less by writing date (hopefully that's what you meant by listing?):
The numbered entries are notable part of the "Novella storyline", with "Mastery" at its heart, but many also reference events from the comics.
The "0.X" and "minuses" are "prequels" to the main E-verse storylines, woth "0" referencing the 'Androcratic Societal Shift' in the timeline (so named because I love ASS).
Most short stories are related to the Comics, especially the 'Birthday Girl'-'Stevensons' line. Generally, these expend on secondary (or "tertiary") characters.
'*' Means the Ebook was modified in the last Edit.
0.1 - Revolution (16 chapters): Female psychology student Aggie's life on campus before the androcratic revolution - Prequel to the rest of the E-verse
The Prey (6 chapters): Fawn is sentenced to sign up for a program where she "play" the prey of would-be "hunters"
02 - Milk* (15 chapters): Middle-aged ex-Teacher Milkynips is bought by a group of ex-students (bad ones) - Some time after "Mastery" Ch.02
03 - The Journey (34 Chapters): A journalist from a non-androcratic country and her cameraman go to Pussiana to investigate and expose the truth.
03 - The Operation (47 chapters): a group of spies from a non-androcratic country go to Pussiana to try and rescue a kidnapped celebrity. - After "Slavecop 03"
03 - The Harvest (7 chapters): A girl's life in cattle-country, and a Harvest festival approaching - Parallel to "the Journey" & "The Operation"
Lawsuit (22 chapters): 3 girls who were used to distract Peter Stevenson while boys raped Maggy get brought to justice - After "Birthday Gift 11" & "Milk"
04 - Mystery (9 chapters): A blueneck Private Investigator and her young boss investigate a missing person (freewoman) case. - After "Mastery"
?? - Slavecop Academy* (19 Chapters): A group of friends are enlisted to the blueneck academy - during "The Stevensons"
The Law Office* (4 Chapters): Law firm femployee Sofia Necia has been selected as prospective member of her boss's new harem - After the novella "the Lawsuit"
0.2 - Diary: Wanda Pearson was captured by FISTers. They gave her a Diary - 'Prequel', Referenced in "the Stevensons", pp.1017-1024
The victim (2 Chapters): a girl fantasizes about being kidnapped - Standalone/independent
The call: a puppy you might recognize answer a phone call to her master. - After "Sluts in Training 02"
Horrowtide (2 Chapters): It's Horrowtide in the neighborhood. A time of sharing one's riches with one's neighbor - During "The Stevensons"
The Pilot: A talented artist's struggle with the publishing industry? - After "Reckless"
The Main ingredient: Maria DiFrotze checks up on her investment at Stallion Milk - After "Karma 2"
Third Time's The Charm (2 Chapters): A girl who was seduced and enslaved got bought back by her loving ex - After "the Stevensons" p.1076
End of Shift: Two colleagues from 'Campus Coffee' catch-up while they switch shift - After 'The Stevensons' p.1096
Sweet Angelcunt (3 Chapters): A glimpse at the life of puppygirl Sweet Angelbutt and her nice Master - Standalone/independent
6th Anniversary Special: 6 years ago, an angel fell from the sky into the woods, and lost her memory - Standalone?
Eleven Sufferings of Ileadhra: An Excerpt of Vesya religion - After "The Stevensons" pp. 1226-1235
Hyperlinks point to posts with epub conversions of these stories.
For information: The "in progress .epub will not be as polished as the "completed" ones (ex: paragraph separators not centered)
I have automated the conversion, I'm joining a copy of the .bat file I use (in conjunction with Pandoc) in case I loose it.
2026-05-29: Latest update = see '*'
What I have to go on is their Twitter account, which I check semi-regularly.
Here are the works I know about, more or less by writing date (hopefully that's what you meant by listing?):
The numbered entries are notable part of the "Novella storyline", with "Mastery" at its heart, but many also reference events from the comics.
The "0.X" and "minuses" are "prequels" to the main E-verse storylines, woth "0" referencing the 'Androcratic Societal Shift' in the timeline (so named because I love ASS).
Most short stories are related to the Comics, especially the 'Birthday Girl'-'Stevensons' line. Generally, these expend on secondary (or "tertiary") characters.
'*' Means the Ebook was modified in the last Edit.
In Green: Stevensons-related Comics.
- Slavemart - [BDSMArtwork.com]
- Office Slaves - [BDSMArtwork.com]
- The Bureau of Female Affairs - [BDSMArtwork.com]
- Family Slave Set - [Fansadox 153]
- The Birthday Gift 01 - [Fansadox 161]
- Roommates - [Fansadox 169]
- The Birthday Gift Part 2 - [Fansadox 177]
- The Birthday Gift Part 3: Detention - [Fansadox 184]
- Slave Fair 01 - [Fansadox 196]
- The Birthday Gift Part 4: Homework - [Fansadox 204]
- Dr. Frankie Steinn's Monster - [Fansadox 210]
- Slavecop 01: Agent Cumgulper vs The Cult - [Fansadox 217]
- The Birthday Gift Part 5: Teacher's Pet - [Fansadox 221]
- Sluts in Training Part 1: The Kennels - [Fansadox 228]
- The Birthday Gift Part 6: Family Reunion - [Fansadox 236]
- Slave Fair Year 2 - [Fansadox 243]
- The Birthday Gift Part 7: The Exchange - [Fansadox 253]
- The Clinic - [Fansadox 260]
- For Sale! - [Fansadox 271]
- Sluts in Training Part 2: The Stables - [Fansadox 281]
- The Birthday Gift Part 8: The Favorite - [Fansadox 285]
- The Hotel - [Fansadox 302]
- The Birthday Gift Part 9: Vengeance - [Fansadox 311]
- The Society - [Fansadox 323]
- Slavecop 2: The Breed - [Fansadox 335]
- Karma - [Fansadox 343]
- The Birthday Gift 10: Lovelust - [Fansadox 353]
- The Bottom - [Fansadox 361]
- The Office - [Fansadox 373]
- Repurposed - [Fansadox 383]
- Sluts in Training 3: The Dairy - [Fansadox 405]
- The Birthday Gift 11: Graduation - [Fansadox 425]
- Slave Fair 3 - [Fansadox 438]
- Kennels: Housebreaking (Sluts in Training 4) - [Fansadox 455]
- Karma 2 - [Fansadox 465]
- The Game - [Fansadox 470]
- For Rent! - [Fansadox 479]
- The Society 2: Purgatory - [Fansadox 485]
- Reckless - [Fansadox 499]
- The Date with Fate - [Fansadox 526]
- Slavecop 03: The Hive - [Fansadox 559]
- The Stevensons - [Erenisch's SubscribeStar]
Novels / Novellas
01 - Mastery (129 chapters - completed): a young man buy himself a sex-slave and get closer to his female neighbor0.1 - Revolution (16 chapters): Female psychology student Aggie's life on campus before the androcratic revolution - Prequel to the rest of the E-verse
The Prey (6 chapters): Fawn is sentenced to sign up for a program where she "play" the prey of would-be "hunters"
02 - Milk* (15 chapters): Middle-aged ex-Teacher Milkynips is bought by a group of ex-students (bad ones) - Some time after "Mastery" Ch.02
03 - The Journey (34 Chapters): A journalist from a non-androcratic country and her cameraman go to Pussiana to investigate and expose the truth.
03 - The Operation (47 chapters): a group of spies from a non-androcratic country go to Pussiana to try and rescue a kidnapped celebrity. - After "Slavecop 03"
03 - The Harvest (7 chapters): A girl's life in cattle-country, and a Harvest festival approaching - Parallel to "the Journey" & "The Operation"
Lawsuit (22 chapters): 3 girls who were used to distract Peter Stevenson while boys raped Maggy get brought to justice - After "Birthday Gift 11" & "Milk"
04 - Mystery (9 chapters): A blueneck Private Investigator and her young boss investigate a missing person (freewoman) case. - After "Mastery"
?? - Slavecop Academy* (19 Chapters): A group of friends are enlisted to the blueneck academy - during "The Stevensons"
The Law Office* (4 Chapters): Law firm femployee Sofia Necia has been selected as prospective member of her boss's new harem - After the novella "the Lawsuit"
Short stories
-01 - Conception: A new Sister-Wife's womanhood is consecrated in a rural community - Prequel to 'Revolution'0.2 - Diary: Wanda Pearson was captured by FISTers. They gave her a Diary - 'Prequel', Referenced in "the Stevensons", pp.1017-1024
The victim (2 Chapters): a girl fantasizes about being kidnapped - Standalone/independent
The call: a puppy you might recognize answer a phone call to her master. - After "Sluts in Training 02"
Horrowtide (2 Chapters): It's Horrowtide in the neighborhood. A time of sharing one's riches with one's neighbor - During "The Stevensons"
The Pilot: A talented artist's struggle with the publishing industry? - After "Reckless"
The Main ingredient: Maria DiFrotze checks up on her investment at Stallion Milk - After "Karma 2"
Third Time's The Charm (2 Chapters): A girl who was seduced and enslaved got bought back by her loving ex - After "the Stevensons" p.1076
End of Shift: Two colleagues from 'Campus Coffee' catch-up while they switch shift - After 'The Stevensons' p.1096
Sweet Angelcunt (3 Chapters): A glimpse at the life of puppygirl Sweet Angelbutt and her nice Master - Standalone/independent
6th Anniversary Special: 6 years ago, an angel fell from the sky into the woods, and lost her memory - Standalone?
Eleven Sufferings of Ileadhra: An Excerpt of Vesya religion - After "The Stevensons" pp. 1226-1235
Hyperlinks point to posts with epub conversions of these stories.
For information: The "in progress .epub will not be as polished as the "completed" ones (ex: paragraph separators not centered)
I have automated the conversion, I'm joining a copy of the .bat file I use (in conjunction with Pandoc) in case I loose it.
It's useless for most people to download it.
I made it a text file to avoid people mistakenly running the code. It wouldn't work as is anyway (I edited out a file path for the stylesheet), but the point of the code is to run a pandoc command to convert a markdown file
I made it a text file to avoid people mistakenly running the code. It wouldn't work as is anyway (I edited out a file path for the stylesheet), but the point of the code is to run a pandoc command to convert a markdown file
2026-05-29: Latest update = see '*'
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Great. Don`t catch up due to my own postings and real life stuff... Downloading but no time to read it... Thanx - your list will help everyone I guess.
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