[Erenisch] Novella.

[constantine69]

Slavecop Academy -7: Deflowered​

“Cunts! Off the shelves! Tertiaries high! Single file!”

Jolted awake by the loud command, River hit her head on the roof of her sleeping nook. She drowsily turned and dangled her legs down. The sight of her naked body immediately reminded her where she was.

The last thing she remembered was climbing into her shelf after her “official welcome” to the Slavecop Academy. She and Venus, now renamed Dumbtrash, were the first two to arrive at the cell block. She wanted to stay awake until her besties Daphne and Willow arrived. Her little nook was too uncomfortable to fall asleep in anyway.

She passed out only a few seconds after she lay down.

“It’s 4:59, cadets!” announced the young slavecop at the door. River recognized the dorm guard from the day before. “You have less than one minute to get out of the frying pan.”

Frying pan? River understood that the slavecops, like all specialized groups and organizations, had their own jargon, of course. Most of the words and terms she heard so far made more or less sense. But “frying pan” for a sleeping shelf? It was nonsensical. Regardless, she reluctantly climbed down and took her place at the head of the single file.

“I thought we were allowed to sleep until 5,” Venus complained with a grumpy face. She was the only one left on the shelves. “Rules are rules, sister. I think I’ll use every second I have to slee-”

She couldn’t finish her sentence. A sudden oscillating buzz interrupted her, and loud crackles hit the shelves all at once. River looked around in confusion for a second before realizing what was happening. Venus screamed and started to shake, caught in a non-lethal but very painful electrical current.

“Don’t touch the shelves,” the guard girl said as she looked at her watch. “2 more seconds.”

As she said, the buzzing stopped a moment later. Released from her agony, Venus jumped off her shelf and attempted to walk away, but fell on the floor after a few steps.

“This is a courtesy,” the guard announced. “I will wake you cunts up every morning at 4:59 until the end of this week. After that, you have to rely on your own internal body clocks and each other. Adjust or suffer, cunts! Simple as that.” She kicked Venus to force her to stand up. “Cadet Dumbtrash, fall in line.”

Venus groaned in pain and stood up, then stepped in the line cursing under her breath.

“You, in the shirt!”

It took River a second to realize the she was the only girl in the group with a piece of clothing apart from the guard. “Yes… sister?” she replied timidly.

“You’ll be the mother duck in this dorm for now. In the absence of a superior or a ranked sister, you’ll keep the order in here.” She smacked River in the butt. “Now, follow me to the showers. The rest of you ducklings, follow Cadet Supplecunt.”

River nodded and set out after the guard. She had her game face on, but underneath she was confused as hell. Now she was supposed to be in charge of a group of scared girls? And just for helping a man torture another girl? What a ridiculous clown show this was!

Still… it kinda felt good. Her first points in this cruel game.

Joined by three other groups, the long line of girls followed a short path to the communal showers. With its concrete walls halfway covered with blue tiles and the aggressive smell of chlorine, the large square looked like an old swimming pool. When they were lined along the wall River noticed that the groups from the other cellblocks had more girls in clothing items just like hers. Most were wearing shirts with varying coverage, but she also spotted a lot of over-the-knee socks and even a few bikini briefs. When they received the “bare all” order, the others quickly removed their skimpy gear and hanged them on the hooks behind them. River did the same.

The guard blew a whistle, and the girls swiftly lined up under the shower heads. At this stage they were not receiving any clear instructions. The procedure was simple enough. All they had to do was watch the older recruits and copy what they were doing anyway. Another whistle and cold jets of water hit their naked bodies. A cacophony of surprised screams rose from River and the newbies, while the more experienced cadets managed to remain relatively quiet.

River counted. The shower took exactly 30 seconds. Then they picked up their clothes, lined up, and walked out following a series of whistles. This time they were headed upstairs. Their training, whatever that meant, was about to begin.

Still at the head of her befuddled group of “ducklings,” River couldn’t see her friends. She still didn’t know what happened between Daphne and Willow in the “betrayal room,” or whether they received their servonyms or not. She couldn’t wait for a chance to talk to them. Was it even allowed, talking to one’s fellow trainees? This no-speaking-without-permission rule was rather unclear in that respect.

While they were passing through the hall they were banded in a day before, a male officer stepped forward and waved at the guard leading the line. She whistled and the girls stopped in their tracks.

“Unfucked cunts!” he yelled, causing confusion among the newbies he pointed at. “Vaginal virgins,” he clarified when he saw the hesitation on the girls’ faces. “Step out of the line and lie down on these tables.”

River looked around for a second, then dragged her feet towards the desks in the middle of the hall. four more girls followed her timidly. Willow was one of them. Daphne stayed in the line. River could see fresh tears flowing down her friend’s cheeks.

Now she knew who won that terrible contest.

The man tapped on the desk. He looked bored and unenthusiastic, and rather tired too. “Perhaps he had to rape too many girls last night,” River thought to herself as she climbed on top of the desk and lay down on her back. The other four did the same.

“Legs up! Hug your knees!” he ordered with a strangely indifferent tone. They obeyed. “A-S Fucktart, slick ‘em,” he commanded this time. The guard quickly walked up to the girls to lick their slits, starting from the other end of the line. Still unable to comprehend what was happening, River felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she lay waiting, naked, with her legs up and crotch exposed. She was too scared to look, but she could hear the guard’s tongue making the girls squirm and whimper. Only when the girl next to her started sobbing River finally realized what was clear to everybody in the hall.

She was about to lose her virginity. Not that it made any difference at this point.

She bit her lips and braced for the first taste of cunnilingus of her life when A-S Fucktart’s tongue finally hit her own slit. The girl took her time. Her calm strokes and warm breath gave River the impression that she wasn’t as apathetic as the male officer looked. Was she the only one in the room who was enjoying herself?

Whether she enjoyed it or not, Fucktart eventually stopped and took a step back. “All are ready to receive your cock, master,” she announced.

That nonchalant declaration made the girls on the table gasp. River held her breath in fear. “Very well,” the man said, approached River and penetrated her virginal pussy without warning. She shrieked in surprise. It was a lot more painful than she imagined. It felt like a spear being shoved in her and tore her flesh apart repeatedly.

He thrust in her a few more times and took his cock out. He reached forward , grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to himself, landed a hard slap on her face, and yanked her off the table. She fell down and hit her shoulder on the concrete, as he shoved his cock in the next girl’s pussy. A few more thrusts, another hard slap, and the girl found herself on the floor next to River. Willow was next to be deflowered in the same cruel way. He fuck his way down the line under a minute.

All five girls were now panting on the floor, last crumbs of their dignity destroyed, thrown away like used tissue paper.

“Clean it up!” ordered the man this time. Fucktart immediately fell down to her knees and took his cock in her well-trained mouth. River pulled herself up and watched with tears running down her cheeks as the young slavecop dutifully licked the five virgins’ fresh pussy juices off her rapist’s organ.

She expected, no knew, that her first utilization would be painful and humiliating, of course… like every young girl in the country.

She just never imagined that she would have wanted it to be more "personal" and last longer than a few seconds.

Thanks for the update,but I think you missed the 6th chapter of slavecop

 

[constantine69]

Thanks for the update,but I think you missed the 6th chapter of slavecop

And the 10th chapter

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Thanks for the update,but I think you missed the 6th chapter of slavecop

Apologies.

Slavecop Academy -6: Shelved​

“Supplecunt, to my right hand. Dumbtrash to my left.”

Master-Agent Yeoman turned around and held his open hands on his sides at waist level. The two girls hesitated for a moment. River was the first one to understand the command and move. She bowed down from the waist and placed the back of her head in the man’s open palm. Venus followed two seconds later, in order not to receive any more slaps.

“Well done Cadet Supplecunt,” the agent said as he firmly grabbed her by the hair. River figured that it was another test to determine the girls’ comprehension skills. Yeoman was soft spoken, calm, and apparently quite smart. He certainly wasn’t how River expected a cop to be. She had always imagined male BFA officers to be vile demons foaming at the mouth, constantly beating and raping their sidecunts.

While the constant beating and raping part wasn’t inaccurate, he hardly looked like an uncouth barbarian. His cruelty was much more… subtle and mundane.

“90 degrees. tertiary low, primary high,” he clarified, as the girls struggled to find the proper posture and keep their balance. “This is the standard female leading position. You’ll often be moved from location to location this way unless you’re granted the privilege of following your masters upright. If you eventually graduate and join the Corps-proper, you’ll use it yourselves to transfer lesser cunts.”

“If you graduate?” So, it was possible to fail the training! River shuddered when she remembered what Venus said back in the Cunthound. The only alternative to this was being sent to a state brothel, where life expectancy was… Well, she didn’t know anything about the official stats of course, but she was sure that it was a lot shorter than the full term of service in the SEFR. And of course, a slavecop had the unique chance to retire after 12 years. A brothelcunt served until the end of her life.

“You’ll learn all about surrenders and commands in A-S Hornyharlot’s protocol class, and you’ll be constantly tested on those rules by the male personnel. Not only here at the Academy, but throughout your term in the Corps. Your superiors will expect excellence in obedience and service from this very moment till your retirement gangrape.”

River exhaled in relief. Simply the existence of clear rules, no matter how cruel and humiliating, was enough to mitigate her crippling anxiety. If she knew the rules, she could minimize the pain.

He kicked the door open and pulled the girls out. “It will take some time to cover all the rules and learn their proper names.” he continued with a soft voice. “You’ll screw up a lot. It’s expected. Actually, we are counting on it. Male personnel will use any and every opportunity to punish you gorgeous fucktoys. Let me be honest here. You’re just that. Fucktoys. You’ll be abused and hurt frequently for the slightest of offenses.” He paused for effect. The girls were too afraid to react, but his words were definitely working the way he intended them to.

“That’s why it’s practically impossible to learn all those terms. It’s entirely by design. Hell, I taught that class myself for a few times, and even I don’t know the names of half of the surrenders. I seldom use the ones I know anyway.” He stopped and pulled their heads up, forcing them to rise on their tiptoes once again. The blonde slavecop who welcomed them to the banding hall earlier was standing there in perfect soldierly stance with her arms boxed behind her back.

“Speak of the devil,” Yeoman said before he let the girls go. “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of A-S Hornyharlot, our loyal sister of protocol. She’s one of the best cunts who’s ever worn the blue-and-whites. Perfect obedience, impossibly tight fuckholes, and an unquenchable hunger for cock and cum. She’s exactly what you should aspire to become.”

“Thank you Master-Agent Yeoman,” the young woman replied with a deferential smile. “You’re always very generous with this cunt.”

He smiled and smacked River n the bottom. “This one earned a 10-lash reduction.” He paused to think for a moment. “And she’ll be allowed an item of clothing,” he added and walked away without waiting for Hornyharlot’s brisk “Yes Master!”

Hornyharlot waited respecfully until he left the hall and picked a tablet from the nearby desk. “You earned your servonyms?” she asked indifferently.

“Yes m-ma’am. I was…”

“This cunt.”

“S-sorry, this cunt… this cunt was named Supplecunt, ma’am.”

“Congratulations, Cadet Supplecunt,” smiled Hornyharlot. “You must have impressed Master-Agent Yeoman somehow. He rarely names rookies after just one rape. And it’s a good one too.”

“T-thank you, ma’am,” River stammered, unable to comprehend what was good about it.

“How about you, 720?”

“Dumbtrash,” Venus exhaled in frustration. “This cunt was named Dumbtrash.

The blonde raised her eyebrows and typed it in her tablet without saying anything. When the hall fell silent, River pricked up her ears and listened. All the other raperooms were still in use. They could clearly hear the screams and sobs of the new recruits who were being violated by master-agents.

She looked for the room where Daphne and Willow was taken to and tried to quess what was happening in there, but Venus broke her concentration by clearing her throat loudly. “What did he mean exactly when he said she earned 10 lashes,” she asked. River turned to her rival only to notice that the girl’s nose was bleeding again. She felt a bit quilty. “And the clothing thing? Won’t we all get uniforms… or something like that, ma’am?”

“You'll get no uniforms for now,” replied Hornyharlot as she continued to type. “And she didn’t earn 10 lashes. She earned a 10-lash reduction from her weekly whipping. We all receive a hundred lashes on Sundays, cadets and agent-slaves alike. Looks like Supplecunt managed to reduce her number to 90. Always keep that in mind, cunts. If you be good girls and impress your instructors, you can earn reductions. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” the girls replied. River almost smiled. Another rule to help ease her suffering.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am,” said the blonde. “We are all sisters now. Unless you fuck up badly and get the boot.” She finished typing and smiled to the girls. “You can call me sister. Let’s hear it.”

“Yes sister!” they responded. Somehow, this ‘sister’ sounded exactly like ‘master.’

She put the tablet back on the desk and opened her palms on her sides just like Yeoman did before. “To my hands,” she commanded.

For the third time since they arrived, the pair bowed down and surrendered their hair to a superior.

“Some basics,” she restarted as she set out towards the door. “When a master says ‘to my hand,’ he means either your hair or your neck. You’ll easily guess which by the way he holds his hand out. When he says ‘to my foot,’ you’ll go down on your knees, join your hands at the back, bow down and kiss it. When he says ‘to my cock…’ well, you can figure that one out yourselves, right?”

“Yes sister,” they replied with little enthusiasm.

Hornyharlot gave them a few more helpful pointers about their new life as she led them down the corridors of the Academy. After going down four flights of stairs they finally reached a hall with five heavy metal doors on either side, labelled A through H with white paint. They were led to dorm E. A younger slavecop unlocked the door and informed Hornyharlot that they were the first ones to arrive.

The blonde brought the girls to the center of the room and let them go. “Tertiary high!” she commanded. They stood back up. The room was a long soulless concrete rectangle. A strange kind of metal scaffolding stretched along the longer sides, leaving a narrow passageway in between. A slightly lowered area at the far end housed a fully exposed shower, toilet bowl and a wash basin.

“These are your sleeping shelves,” explained Hornyharlot. “This dorm is a sixteener. Eight shelves on either side. You are the first ones to earn servonyms, so you now have seniority over your classmates. Pick the ones you like. These will be your own private spaces until the end of basic training.” She pointed to the wash area at the far side. “You’ll be pressure-washed at the communal showers three times throughout the day, but you can also take showers here if you're utilized separately. You’re expected to be clean and rapeready at all times. If you need to hydrate, use the sink. You’ll be locked in here at midnight, and will be taken out at 5 in the morning. You’re free to do whatever you like during that period, but I’d spend every single minute sleeping if I were you. You’ll be too tired to do anything else anyway.”

The young instructor walked out for a moment and returned with a white tank top. She tossed it to River, who caught it with both hands. “Your item of clothing. Well done, cadet Supplecunt.”

“Thank you sister,” River replied and quickly put it on. She immediately realized that the top was too small to cover the lower half of her big tits. Somehow she looked even more naked with the tiny cloth covering the small area between her neck and nipples, and nothing else. The thing was meant to accentuate her nakedness and reveal how vulnerable she was, not to provide any sort of real protection.

Regardless, she felt a tinge of accomplishment when she put it on.

“You can relax now.,” said Hornyharlot. “Rest a bit before others arrive. Your real training will begin tomorrow.” She turned around and left. The guard quickly closed the door and locked them inside.

Perfect silence. Unlike the raperooms upstairs, their little dormitory was perfectly sound-proof. The two girls stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

“Well done, cadet Supplecunt,” Venus said in a mocking voice after a while. “I guess that silly piece of cloth makes you the alpha dog now, eh?” She opened her arms and turned around. “Go on then. You heard the blonde bitch. Pick one.”

River forced a smile and looked around, eventually chose the top shelf closest to the door.

“Good call,” said Venus and jumped on the shelf opposite to River’s. She pointed to the wash area. “As far as possible from the stinky end, eh?” She wiped the blood from her nose and lay down on the cool metal surface. The space was not big enough for her to stretch her legs, so she had to turn on her side and bend her knees to fit in.

“I guess they don’t want us to lie on our backs,” River speculated. “I think it’s better this way. You are more likely to snore if you lie on your back.”

“Is that a fact?” Venus scuffled and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. Her entire body was aching. “You got lucky, you know,” she exhaled.

“Got lucky? Maybe you haven’t noticed, asshole. We were enslaved today.”

“Yeah-yeah, you know I mean the fight back there,” groaned Venus. “It wasn’t fair. I was tired and hurt. Under normal conditions I’d crush you like a bug, easily!”

“Fuck you!” said River and lay down on her shelf with her back turned to the other. She was very tired herself and desperately wanted to fall asleep, but her anxious mind kept working at full speed, jumping from one nightmare scenario to another. She wondered what was next for her.

Then she she wondered what happened between her best friends when they faced with the choice she and Venus were given? How did their test go? And who won?

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Slavecop Academy - 10: Quenched​

Cockplease, 731, 702, Rapetoy, Supplecunt... To my feet!”

River’s ears pricked up at the mention of her servonym. She was already done with her share of the slavefeed. All the girls were lined up in “bowl” position that they had learned about an hour ago, quietly lapping up the disgusting slop the Slavecops poured into the long gutter. They called it the “cadet trough.” The slavecops had their own trough on the other side of the hall, closer to the male officers’ tables. Their trough was an elevated structure as opposed to the cadets,’ which was simply a shallow trench-like depression in the floor. All that BS terminology aside, they were simply licking slop off the floor.

Despite the slight difference in troughs, cadets and slavecops ate the same tasteless but nutritious feed. The only exception was the strawberry blonde at the head of the line, who was given some kind of bland stew in a dog bowl as a reward for winning the “plugged bitchrun.” To her disappointment, River came third.

She took a deep breath and rose into proper “hound” position, left the line of girls, saw the Agent-master who barked the order at the far and of the mess hall, and bitchwalked towards him in a brisk pace. Four other girls did the same. Once they were kneeling at the man’s feet, River realized that her friend Daphne was among the summoned. She perked up with excitement. She wondered why the five of them were separated from the group, but what she really wanted to know was which one of the servonyms the agent yelled belonged to Daph. Perhaps she was still a number?

The Master-Agent examined each girl as he rhythmically tapped the metal baton he was holding in his empty palm.

“Follow me, cunts!”

He turned around and walked away, and the girls crawled behind him like a bunch of well-trained dogs. That was what they were. Except for the “well-trained” part.

They soon found themselves at a double door that read “personnel restrooms.” The sign reminded River that they haven’t been allowed to relieve themselves since the enslavement facerape at the school. Finally, it was about tim-

“Toilet duty!” the man announced with a smirk on his bony unpleasant face before opening the doors. “Get in there, cunts. Line up alongside that wall. Wait in attention!”

Dread hit the girls. River was the closest to the door, so she crawled in first. The first thing she saw was the tear-soaked face of a young cadet staring back at her in despair. She wasn’t the only one. Five girls, restrained on their knees by mean looking metal frames and shackles, their wet naked bodies glistening under the cold fluorescent lights, their hair soaked in… Was it piss?

Once the new arrivals took their places facing the “wet ones,” the agent walked in and pressed a big red button next to the light switch. It activated the showers above them and jets hit them from multiple angles. Water squirted out of the nozzles embedded in the unforgiving rigid frames that held them in place, in order to clean the harder-to-reach nooks and crannies on their exhausted bodies.

Another button released the shackles. The girls collapsed onto their heels , but quickly assumed the waiting-in-attention stance. Then they were ordered to trow themselves down the “washroom chute” at the far side of the room. River’s eyes widened as they fell head first into the narrow hole without hesitation or protest.

“Don’t worry, cunts,” the agent snickered. “It is perfectly safe. The chute leads to a big vat of cold water. It looks scary at first, but that 5-second-slide is probably the highlight of their day. You’ll enjoy it too.” He laughed with the melodious cackle of a crow. "To be fair, you'd enjoy almost anything, after spending several hours in here."

He pointed at the first empty compartment. “Cadet Cockplease! Get in the first stall. Place your wrists and ankles in the shackles.”

Nobody moved. He raised his head and scanned the group. The girls looked at each other, except for the redhead kneeling next to River. She recognized Kara, Venus’s defiant friend who was heavily beaten and threeholed when she was captured. So, she was Cockplease, then...

The agent walked over and tapped Kara with his baton. Kara screamed in agony as a sudden jolt of electricity hit her shapely nude form. Only then River realized that the thing he was holding was a cattle prod or something. He waited for a moment as the befuddled girl struggled to pull herself back up, then raised the baton again. “First stall,” he commanded once more, calmly. “Wrists and ankles in the shackles. Knees on the circles. Tertiary high and open!”

When he waved the baton threateningly, Kara launched forward in fear and crawled to the spot he pointed at. The shackles automatically snapped and locked as soon as she put her joints in them. She parted her legs to place her knees on the yellow circles on the floor, pushed her chest forward, and opened her mouth.

Cadets 731 and 702 were restrained in place afterwards. Neither looked familiar, so River assumed that they were from the other dorms. She knew the next girl all too well, of course. It was Daph, one of her two besties.The most innocent, most beautiful of the unbreakable trio.

“Rapetoy, in place!” ordered the man. Daphne reluctantly transitioned from waiting to hound, and took her place in the fourth stall. She assumed the required position and looked at River with tear-filled eyes. River tried to produce a supportive smile, but her attempt was preempted by the agent’s bark.

“Supplecunt, fifth stall!”

She raised her butt and posed for a second to demonstrate her perfect conformation, then crawled to her spot swiftly. Every single thing they were forced to do was carefully designed to humiliate them, of course. But River was feeling less and less embarrassed with each command she obeyed. At this point, the realization that she felt less shame was more embarrassing than these debasing acts themselves. Was her overwhelmed mind trying to protect her sanity by disassociation? Or perhaps her game-brain was slowly adapting to the rules and playing along? She wasn’t sure. Perhaps a bit of both?

It didn't matter at the moment. No amount of rationalization could change the situation she found herself in. She was now… a fucking urinal!

“5-hour toilet duty!” declared the agent, who never bothered to identify himself. He pressed another button on the panel, which switched on a red light above it. “The stalls are now armed, cunts. Those circles your knees rest on, they have weight sensors. If you move a lot, if your knees leave those spots, this will happen.” He flicked a switch. They heard a buzz, not unlike the one preceded the jolt that shook the sleeping shelves earlier. A painful current hit their defenceless naked bodies a millisecond later. Pained screams rose from the group. Fortunately, the asshole was merciful enough to cut the current with another flick of the switch before they passed out from pain.

“Punitive jolts are cumulative,” he continued. “One second for the first offense. Two seconds for the second, ten for the tenth, and so on, and so forth. Believe me, you don’t want to find out how much worse it could get.”

He scanned the five terrified faces for a while, before picking Daphne for a demonstration. He stood in front of the sobbing blonde, unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and shoved it in between her trembling full lips without wasting any time. He grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her mouth. “Don’t get any ideas, cunts. Don’t you even think about triggering the shock while a male agent is utilizing your tertiary, or while he is in bodily contact with you in any other way. The sensors are sophisticated enough to tell when you’re in use. If you make such a stupid mistake, your punishment will be delayed until the males are cleared from the area, and delivered in multiples.”

River swallowed nervously. in her peripheral vision she could see the man fucking her best friend’s face as hard as possible. He stopped talking as he fucked her inexperienced throat, delighted by her innocent reactions. Daph’s sobs and slurps echoed around the room for a while. Eventually, he pulled out and emptied his balls on her beautiful visage. Daphne held her breath and closed her eyes at first, but she was immediately punished with the shock baton for that. “Mouth open! Tongue out!” he commanded! “Make no mistake, cunts! You’re are not human any more. Especially while serving in here. You are urinals! ”

He leaned down to slap Daphne hard across the face. “Repeat it!”

“We are urinals,” Daph sniffled. “This cunt… this cunt is a urinal, Master.”

“Very well.” He rose back up, looked at the girls for a moment and turned around and left without saying anything.

All five girls broke into tears as soon as his footsteps disappeared in the distance. The worst 5 hours of their lives was about to begin.

 

[wivers]

5 .epub updated with @xxfluffydeathxx latest contributions
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Edit: also It's probably best not to download the text (.md) file that I attached to my index file (in the zip). It's just a copy of some automation code for myself, in case I loose it locally.

 

[karma2391]

Thank you so much!!
and thank you wivers for the updates!

 

[Isidro Dragnel]

Good morning, afternoon, or evening. Excuse me, but do you know if Erenisch has published any new stories? Could someone please share them?

 

[wivers]

There hasn't been much news on the Novellas front for the pas 2 months, but there's this, droped recently on E's fetlife account, which I just checked:

The Choice​

Hello my dear fellow sickos and sickettes.

A brief disclaimer: For the uninitiated, the so-called Erenischverse is an alternate universe I've been developing for a long time, where female sexual slavery is the norm. All of my comics, novellas, and most of my illustrations are from this fantasy world.

(This office-themed story is the first part of a short burst, but you can also find a number of full length novels and novellas at my website.)

Enjoy...

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Somehow, she was calmer now. Within a few minutes, the loud voices in her head started to wane. The initial shock was magically gone, and her worries started to disappear. Her mind went blank and instincts took over at some point. She suddenly found herself “in the zone” once again, even though it seemed impossible just moments ago.

It often happened when she performed fellatio. A magical, totally unexpected point in time when her mind shut up, shut down. A soothing hum... Total calm and serenity... Nothing in her head. Just a big fat dick in her mouth. Going in and out, stretching her lips, pressing down her tongue, entering her throat, fucking it and fucking it and fucking it.

It felt natural. It was natural. Very simple too. People often said sucking dick was easy to learn but hard to master. Not for her. She was an exceptional cocksucker right from the start. She didn’t even need the praise the men who utilized her often showered her with. She could simply tell from their reactions. She was smart and skilled, learned new techniques fast, adapted quickly to different needs and tastes, and most importantly, she drew great satisfaction from a job well performed. The act itself could be humiliating and painful, of course, as it was often the case. Men were brutal, and they rarely cared about the mouth they fucked, especially here at the office. But she managed to see every throating as a task she had to perform well. Even with violent skullfuckers, she felt the urge to contribute and did her best to enhance their experience.

Two minutes ago, her worst nightmare was realized. Faced with a terrible choice, she was at the precipice of a panic attack. Now, as she sucked on this particular penis, the world seemed simpler. It meant no more choices. Mo more dilemmas, complex machinations, worrying about the next step and the next choice and the next problem. Getting down on her knees and sucking this dick was probably the last real choice she ever had to make.

15 minutes earlier.

She put the phone down, took a deep breath, and stood up. She froze like a confused meerkat for a moment, her nervous mind racing at full speed. It was the first time she was summoned by her boss Mister Ulfbock to his office since she was hired by the firm. What could be the reason? Something bad, most definitely.

She gasped when a number of disaster scenarios rushed to her mind. Suddenly there was no air to breathe in her tiny office, which was slightly bigger than a standard toilet stall. She looked down and checked her dress. Unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing her best outfit that day. She quickly slipped out of the cheap tearaway two-piece she wore on Tuesdays, and put on the baby-blue emergency outfit she kept in her bottom desk drawer. She replaced her shoes with her best pumps. She was ready within a minute.

Mr Ulfbock had a reputation of harshly punishing lateness, so she knew she had to be quick. She took the elevator to the 45th floor and walked down the corridor that led to the offices of Mr Ulfbock and Mr Hirsch. She'd been on the executive floor only once before, when she needed to drop off some files two years ago, but never seen this part of it. This place was off limits to lowly mortals like herself.

“Sofia!”

She stopped in her tracks and nervously smiled at the young sexretary standing at the end of the corridor. The tall graceful woman smiled back. She looked vaguely familiar. “Hello! Remember me? Shani. Shani Mrembo. From the executive relief training… Three, no, four years ago?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Sofia a little too loudly. “I remember, of course. Shani. How you been?”

“Quite well,” the other beamed and pointed at the big ornate door of Ulfbock’s office. “I’m the big man’s sexretary now. One of them, I should say.”

Sofia tried to keep her smile up. She was too nervous to engage in small talk. “Um… Do you have any idea why I’m here?” she asked timidly. “Is this about the Tyran case, or…”

“I‘m not at the liberty to comment, I’m afraid” the other pouted. “Mr Ulfbock has been conducting interviews since yesterday. There’s someone in there right now. Why don’t you take a seat over here? I’ll call you when he’s ready to see you.”

“Thank you” nodded Sofia and collapsed on a highly ornate but extremely uncomfortable chair in the waiting area. The boss conducting Interviews? She was even more confused now.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a familiar face emerged from the office. Sofia recognized Inez Cadela, a veteran paralegal who worked at the floor above hers. She quickly examined the woman from tip to toe for clues, but her face revealed nothing. As she walked by, she caught her gaze and smiled politely, then left without saying anything.

“Sofia, the boss will see you now.”

She stood up and took a deep breath, and followed Shani into the big boss’s huge office with shaky legs.

“Masterless slut Sofia Necia from the 42nd, Mr Ulfbock,” announced the sexretary. The man dropped his reading glasses on the desk and looked up. With his long white hair neatly bunched in a short ponytail and well-trimmed beard he looked like an ageing painter rather than a ruthless lawyer.

“Slut Necia,” he repeated with a smile and stood up, then gestured toward the two leather chairs by the huge window. “Have a seat.”

“Would you like something to drink?” the sexretary asked.

“Coffee for me.” replied the man and sat down. Sofia asked for a glass of water and perched on the edge of the other chair.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Thank you Shani. That will be all.”

The woman bowed respectfully and left like a floating fairy. Sofia followed her graceful steps as if she was mesmerized.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you here, masterless slut Necia,” started the man. Sofia nodded nervously and forced a smile. “Do you have any guesses?”

“I t-thought… Perhaps the Tyran case?… I was on that team, and…”

“That case was not winnable,” dismissed the man. “I don’t blame anyone for that. Certainly not a female paralegal who was charged with babysitting those two scared girls.”

Sofia smiled again, but was hardly relieved.

Ulfbock opened the file he brought from his desk and took a look inside. “This is your 5th year with us, right? You’re a very efficient and hardworking femployee. I’m told you took the bar exam and passed with great marks last year. Unofficially, of course. If only you were a man, right?” He looked up and smiled.

Sofia nodded again, unable to find the correct response. She was flabbergasted. The boss was nothing she imagined him to be. He was relaxed, cordial, and almost friendly.

“This says you had your annual review recently, slut Necia,” he continued. “Passed with flying colors. I see nothing but praise here. Knowledgeable, competent, hardworking, teamworker, good communicator, exceptional cocksucker, tight holes.” He dropped the file back on his lap. “How are they treating you down there, on the 42th floor?” he asked. “What is the femployee utilization schedule for your department?”

“Weekly threeholings by the section chief, and monthly office-wide gangbangs, Sir,” she answered timidly. “And blowjobs, of course, whenever required.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “I talked to your section chief, Mr Clausen. Actually, you’re here on his recommendation. He said he met many women with brains, many with exceptional fellatio skills, and many with tight holes. He claims that you are the only one he met with all three qualities.”

“Oh?” Sofia exclaimed. Should she be flattered? Once again, she didn’t know how to respond. She had no inkling about where this conversation was going.

“How old are you again?”

“I’m… twenty-six, Sir” she answered. Then fear hit her. Was she getting too old for the firm? was she going to be laid off?

“Not married or engaged. Not regularized?”

“Currently… I’m not regularly utilized outside of work, Sir,” she replied.

“That’s good.” Ulfbock commented. It was good? What did he mean by that? “Here’s the answer to the question in your head, Necia. You probably heard that my wife of 47 years passed away recently.” Sofia nodded. Mrs Ulfbock was killed in a car accident less than three months ago. “After her passing, I decided to get rid of the rest of my harem too. Donated them to charities, to be exact. I had my reasons. That’s not important.” He leaned forward and looked into Sofia’s widened eyes. “Long story short, I’m getting sick of the rentals I’ve been fucking since. I decided to build a new one.”

“A new one?”

“A new harem,” he smiled. “And yes, you guessed it. You are one of the candidates I‘m considering to acquire.”

Sofia opened her mouth but was unable to produce a sound. While she tried to find something to say, the sexretary returned with a tray and served the drinks.

“I had the same talk with Shani last week,” the man said and leaned back with a wider smile. “After some soul searching she agreed to be put on enslavement track. I’ll be testing and training her throughout the month. At the end of this trial period, I’ll decide whether or not to enslave her. So far, she is doing a very good job. I'm especially impressed with her morning ritual technique. And of course, this wonderful ass. Simply a delight to fuck.”

He reached and squeezed the young woman’s butt. To Sofia’s surprise this didn’t make him look like a dirty old man abusing an employee. Somehow, he managed to appear like an affectionate fatherly figure.

Shani thanked for the lewd gesture with a smile. Sofia searched the woman’s face for a sign of fear or deception, but couldn’t find any.

“And that’s why I invited you here today, masterless slut Necia. You are just the type of woman I want in my harem. Not too young and stupid to have a meaningful conversation, and not too old to fuck. I had the company detectives prepare a thorough report on you, and their results support my initial opinion. Just the perfect combination of brains and pussy to satisfy both my intellectual and sexual needs.”

He pulled a document from the file and handed it to the stunned young woman. “I’m officially putting you on executive enslavement track, Sofia. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be working here, on this floor. You'll join Shani and two others who are on the same program. You’ll be given a spacious office with a nice view. In addition to all the essentials you need to perform your usual duties, you’ll also have a bed in there for me to fuck you whenever I want. You’ll allocate 40 percent of your time on learning new pleasuring techniques and improving your sex skills. You’ll accompany me to meetings and serve me under the desk from now on. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, I’m sure.”

Sofia looked on with her mouth wide open. Her mind was gone blank. Her ears were ringing. Was this a nightmare?

“Of course, as a freewoman, you can reject this generous, once-in-a-lifetime offer,” the man continued. “Just know that such a decision will effectively end your employment with the firm.”

She shivered. They both knew that she wouldn’t be able to find another job in her field of expertise as a twenty-six year old woman, and it would be impossible for her to pay for her next freedom permit. Her current permit was going to run out in less than a month, after which point he could simply confiscate her for free. Surely the timing of this offer wasn’t a coincidence. There was no way out. It was a hostile takeover of her body.

“How long do I have to think about your… g-generous offer, Sir?” she stammered after a long silence. “This is a very big deci-”

“You have ten seconds,” replied the man and smiled. “I’ll count to ten, and when I’m finished, I want to see you totally naked, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth.”

 

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Kinda forgot about this thread. Lol. I'll try and update tomorrow or the following day.

Good morning, afternoon, or evening. Excuse me, but do you know if Erenisch has published any new stories? Could someone please share them?

 

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Slavecop Academy 11-12: Prepped and Popped​

River remembered the time she had seen a slavecop for the first time in her life. Years ago, she was leaving the movie theater with her parents. As they walked out trying to decide what to eat before heading home, a gorgeous figure in blue appeared at the gate. A strikingly beautiful tall woman in her late twenties, radiating strength and grace from every pore of her body, walked past them after her male handler. Every man and woman present turned their heads in awe and watched her float away like an angel. She was the coolest creature River had seen in her life.

That glamorous image that burned into her memory in that theater lobby was worlds apart from the reality she found herself in years later.

She was restrained on her knees in a filthy restroom, covered in…

Fresh footsteps in the distance. All five cadets straightened up and waited. After several long hours of serving the male personnel of the Academy in the most disgusting and dehumanizing way, they were now fully desensitized to the cruel routine. In a few seconds an officer would come in, pick one of the toilet-girls and start pissing on her. As instructed, she would open her mouth as wide as possible to provide a target to shoot for. The men, they all aimed at their mouths in the beginning, just to see the girls flinch in disgust and choke. But they always ended up moving their 'hoses' around to hit their entire faces and soak their hair before they were finished. They rarely made eye contact with the girls. After all, they were nothing but urinals.

Every now and then, an officer would punch the clean-up button that gave the girls a quick and painful cold shower. When that happened, they knew at least one of them was going to be properly facefucked. Ironically, a violent facerape in this place was less demeaning than the filthy alternative. At least they were treated kinda human-like when they were forced to serve cock. They weren’t just worthless objects to pee on for a few minutes.

River was exhausted, but did her best to assume the proper position on her knees. By her estimation, their time in this depressing wet hell must be almost over. She didn’t want to fuck up in the last minute and get punished. She couldn’t even imagine what kind of a punishment one could receive. What could be worse than serving as a fuckable urinal for five hours?

Footsteps reached the restroom and the door swung open. An officer walked in and stood in the middle of the room. River immediately recognized Master-Agent Yeoman, the man who servonymmed her the day before. Finally, a familiar face after a long line of anonymous cocks. Yeoman put his hands at his waist and scanned the line of girls before approaching. She felt a silly urge to smile at him when their eyes met, but his gaze quickly moved on to the next girl before she could embarrass herself.

“What’s your name?” he asked Kara, who was at the head of the line.

“Cockplease, master,” replied the girl without hesitation. She sounded tired. Her voice carried no hint of defiance this time.

“How many cocks did you serve?”

“I… This cunt didn’t count, master,” she stammered. “Perhaps… twenty?

He pressed her punishment button on the control panel on the wall. Kara screamed in pain for a couple of seconds.

He turned to the next girl. “Name?”

“731, master,” she replied, pale in fear.

“Not servonymmed yet, eh? Tell me, how many cocks?”

“Twenty four?” she replied with an unsure voice.

“Very good, 731. I’m sure you can also tell me how many cocks Cadet Cockplease served.”

“I… I… This cunt counted only her own-”

He electrocuted the girl before she could finish. Another scream echoed in the room. Cadet 702 was next, and she couldn’t even get out an intelligible answer when asked about the cock count. Her electrocution lasted twice as long.

It was Daphne’s turn. “Name?”

“Rapetoy, master,” the blonde replied. River could immediately tell from her shaky voice that her friend didn’t count. She knew her well.

“How many cocks, Cadet Rapetoy?

Daph opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“Thirty-two,” yelled River before the man reached for the button. “Cadet Rapetoy served thirty-two cocks. She was the most popular urinal. Cadet Cockplease served seventeen, cadet 731 served twenty-one, cadet 702 served twenty-five, and I… this cunt served twenty-eight, Master-agent Yeoman, Sir!”

Yeoman paused and looked at River for a few seconds. His expression didn’t change one bit, but River somehow felt like he was suppressing a grin. Nevertheless, he moved his finger and pressed her switch. A jolt of electricity hit River. She screamed in pain and collapsed back on her heels.

“Very impressive, Cadet Supplecunt,” he said and turned to Daphne once again. “Do you know why Supplecunt was punished, Rapetoy?”

“She… she spoke without permission, master,” replied Daphne in tears. She was overwhelmed by River’s selfless sacrifice.

“That’s correct.” He punched the cleaning button this time. Water jets came back to life and washed the excess fluids covering their bodies. Eventually he pressed the button that released their limbs and necks.

“Hound!” he commanded. The girls fell on all-fours and did their best to demonstrate their bitchform. He walked over to the chute that led to the washing room and lifted the hatch. “Cockplease, you go in first.”

Kara hesitated only for a second, then crawled to the gaping dark hole on the wall. She put a paw in and looked up with pleading eyes.

For some reason River expected Yeoman to say something reassuring to encourage the girl to let herself go. So she felt very silly when he simply kicked her in. Kara let out a shriek in surprise as she slid down the chute. The remaining four listened in horror as the terrified girl bumped around and yelled in fear as she fell. Her brief journey ended in a loud splash. It must have been the suds vat the officer who brought them here was walking about.

He pointed at 731 and then at the chute. The girl quickly followed the order and jumped in. 702 and Daphne followed her obediently. When it was finally her turn, River looked up at the agent and waited for the command to jump.

“You did well, Supplecunt,” he said instead. “You keep impressing me.” He pointed at the hatch Daphne’s perfect butt disappeared in a few seconds ago. “The blonde you so valiantly saved, is she a friend of yours?”

“Yes, master,” she replied. “One of my… this cunt’s… best friends. Three of us… we were taken from the same school.”

“Not very smart of you” he said calmly. “You gave up too much information. Your feelings for your friends are meaningless, but for me it’s leverage. Now I know that I can use her against you, and you against her. You understand your mistake?”

“Yes, Master-Agent,” she replied, biting her lower lip.

“Doesn't really matter. I already looked you up, Supplecunt. Learned everything worth knowing about you after our first interaction in the betrayal room. I do that for all the girls I personally name. I guess I feel responsible for them.” He actually smiled this time. “We’ll talk more later. I decided to bed you tonight. The guards downstairs will prepare you for full utilization and deliver you to my personal quarters.”

River’s eyes opened wide in shock.

“Now, you may go in.”

“Yes master,” she whimpered and jumped into the chute.


* * *


River barely felt the sharp turns and bumps in the narrow duct she slid through. Hitting the freezing cold water at the end of the chute gave her exhausted body a much needed jolt, but her mind remained captured by the officer’s words. Two uniformed slavecops fished her body out of the soapy water tank and gave her a good rinse with rough brushes.

The guards pointed at the big scary machine nearby, and she followed her fellow cadets into the automated whore-wash. They were restrained by mechanical arms immediately. Phallic shaped sponges and brushes mercilessly penetrated all their holes, nooks, and cracks, cleaning them thoroughly, inside and out. After that, their bodies were lifted and stretched into an X-shape for the air-drying section. Hot air vents huffed and puffed along the tunnel they were carried through. This surprisingly relaxing process ended abruptly when they were dropped onto a net at the edge of the air tunnel.

A slavecop lined them up to take them straight back to their dorms. No dinner for the urinal girls, apparently.

“Supplecunt, you hang back.”

Another slavecop arrived and pulled her out of the group, then gave her a tank top and a pair of thigh-high socks to wear. River suppressed a smile of pride. She had earned another clothing item already? She must have been doing something right.

“Come,” the slavecop ordered and walked out of the cleaning hall. River followed. “You’re lucky, cadet,” the girl said as they climbed the stairs. “Master-Agent Yeoman requested you to be rape-readied and brought to his quarters. You’ll be personally utilized by an agent on your second day? You must be a great fuck, huh?”

“I’m… I was… just a virgin,” River mumbled.

“Were you? Well, there must be something about you. Agent Yeoman is a rapist of discerning taste.”

Another embarrassing jolt of pride hit River’s pleasure center. “Anything I should know about him,” she started, “or the duties I’ll be performing in there?”

“Open your legs wide, suck enthusiastically, and always say please and thank you,” replied the slavecop sarcastically as they walked down a well-lit corridor. “Relax. You’ll be fine. Serving cock, that’s what we girls are created for. It will come naturally.” She stopped in front of a door and knocked.

“Come in!”

River recognized her namer’s soft but authoritative voice. The slavecop opened the door and saluted the agent sitting at his desk.

“Agent-Slave Tramplemat and Cadet Supplecunt, Master-Agent Yeoman,” she announced in perfect soldierly tone. “Cadet Supplecunt was cleaned and prepped for your use.”

“Very well,” the man replied without looking up. He was scribbling something on a document. “You may leave, Tramplemat. Very good form. Five lash reduction.”

“Thank you, master,” the slavecop replied with a big smile. “Good night, master.”

She turned to leave, but paused for a moment to whisper in River’s ear. “Have a nice rape, sister.”

The nonchalant use of the word made River shiver once again. Tramplemat closed the door and she was left standing in the middle of the room until Yeoman finished writing.

After a few long seconds, he dropped his pen and swiveled his chair toward her. “Supplecunt!” he greeted. “Let’s not waste any more time, eh?” He parted his legs and leaned back. “Down to hound. To my cock!”

River swallowed nervously, then quickly went down on all-fours. She presented her bitchform long enough for him to evaluate before crawling to the man, opened his zipper and took his cock out in a surprisingly quick and smooth way. She waited for his nod and took the already erect member in her mouth. It was the thirty-first cock she was serving that day. That number was simply insane.

“Turns out you are a Haremmaster champion,” he said as she sucked the tip of his dick as eagerly as possible. River didn’t respond. It was not a question. He grinned and continued. “I didn’t know girls played that game. A bit demeaning, isn’t it?”

“It’s just a board game, master,” she replied this time. “This cunt didn’t think it was demeaning. But yes, some do because of all the rapey game mechanics. This cunt was the only female player in that championship.”

“Yet you won. Attagirl!”

Another praise! She smiled and continued to suck on his shaft. Has she always been such an attention whore? Why would a simple word of praise like that melt her like this? It was truly embarrassing, but also very revealing about her personality. She realized of course, she had never been tested like this before. The situation she found herself in was unprecedented, extreme. It was such a radical change form her previous life, her mind was unable to fully accept it as reality, perhaps.

Either way, she couldn’t deny the fact that praise words uttered by a male authority figure did something to her brain chemistry.

“What we are doing here is not that different from a game of Haremmaster, I guess,” the man continued. Capture tokens, carry them back to your base, turn them into your colors and send them back to find more tokens. That is basically what a slavecop is, eh?

“Yes, master,” she replied after thinking for a moment, then continued to pleasure his member.

“That's fascinating,” he said and grabbed her by the hair. She immediately relinquished full control to his strong hands. He pulled her up, dragged her to the bed, and threw her fuckable body on it like a weightless ragdoll.

“Perhaps we should let the girls play that game here at the academy. It would help them get in the right mental state. What do you think?”

“Masters know best,” she replied after a moment of hesitation. Her mind was racing once again. Was he going to fuck her now?

He slapped her legs, which made her part them as wide as possible. He climbed on the bed and placed his big organ on top of her young womanhood.

“Were you properly devirginized?” he asked calmly.

Properly? No. Unceremoniously was the word she’d use.

“Yes master,” she nodded, beads of cold sweat running down her temples. “This morning, a master-agent briefly penetrated this cunt in her primary orifice.”

“Briefly penetrated in the primary, eh?” snickered the man. “I know how they do it. That one doesn’t count, Supplecunt. I guess it falls to me to make a you a woman. It’s fitting, after all, I named you. Now I'll be the one who 'maimed' you.”

Before she could react, he grabbed his monster of a cock and shoved it in her already juiced-up pussy. He then thrust forward with full strength and laid his weight on her young body. River screamed at the top of her lungs as he split her into two. He ignored the agony on her face and the tears gushing out of her eyes, just kept pumping her like a fuckdoll.

The initial assault was shockingly painful and overwhelming, but River was determined to take the pain like a good soldier. She bit her lips and and clenched her teeth, did her very best to accommodate her rapist’s brutal thrusts. Her patience paid off. The pain gradually subsided, and she eventually began to feel pleasure too. Her body was quicker to adapt than her mind, as usual. She was now familiar with this shameful process of self-discovery. Soon she was screaming and moaning like a whore in heat.

Yeoman continued to make a soup of her insides for a long while. She was not given an explicit permission to climax, so she started to feel nervous as her body approached that mythical point. She was now on uncharted territory. Of course, she had masturbated before, rubbed her clit to completion many times. But she knew well that a real rape-orgasm was something entirely different. Was he going to allow her experience it?

As she climbed that final hill of pleasure, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. She let out a sigh of frustration, which visibly amused him. He lay on his back and ordered her to clean his cock. She quickly rose on her hands and knees and started to suck his dick again. Only when she tasted his cum on his shaft she realized that he had already ejaculated in her. How could she not feel it? Her eyes slid to her crotch, and lo and behold, a thick white fluid was leaking out of her well-fucked pussy.

“You take cock well,” he commented, once again hitting her pleasure center with an unexpected praise. “I was going to fuck you a couple times and send you back to your shelf. But I think I’ll keep you here for the entire night. If we pace ourselves, I can rape you in different ways several more times. And who knows, maybe I’ll allow you have an orgasm too.”

He grabbed her by he hair again. She surrendered control immediately. This time he positioned her on all fours with the clear intention to fuck her like a dog. She whimpered when he pressed on the small of her back to correct her arch.

“What do you say, Supplecunt,” he asked, “you want me to destroy your holes all night?”

“Yes master,” she moaned as he entered her from behind, “please teach this cunt how to serve properly.”

 

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Slavecop Academy 13: Thump-thump!​

“It was a boy who lived nearby. He jumped me after school, on my way home. Dragged me into the woods and forced it in my mouth. It was painful and awkward. He did it two more times later, and it was even worse every time. I mean, I was no expert, but I could tell that he wasn’t good at it at all.”

Yeoman smiled and lazily pointed to his crotch again. River obediently took his penis back in her mouth and continued to soft-and-slow it on her hands and knees. It was the fourth time she was sucking him since the beginning of her in-depth ‘evaluation’. Yeoman liked to have his rod cleaned between genital utilizations.

“Reminds me of my first time,” he said after watching the beautiful recruit perform orally for a few minutes. “Mine was the neighbor’s daughter, Selma. Her room was on the second floor, right across mine. I used to watch her all the time, secretly of course, but I think she knew it. Sometimes she would... Anyway, one evening I saw her parents leave. I decided to act. Climbed the oak between our houses, sneaked into her room, and surprised her in the shower. Tied her up with the hairdryer's cord and raped her face several times until her parents returned. She never told on me. So I did it again a week later. Then again, and again... Used her as my personal whore until she was sold to some guy several months later."

"But that first time... Man, it was the best day of my life."

“And the worst of hers,” thought River. The current topic of their conversation was rather nasty and disturbing, but River didn’t mind it that much. Yeoman was surprisingly easy to talk to. He had been answering her questions and even sharing personal stories such as this one all night. It was almost like she was fooling around with a date, rather than getting raped by a BFA officer at the Slavecop Academy.

He gestured her to stop. River raised her head and let his monster of a cock pop out of her mouth. He was hard as rock and ready to penetrate her again. She waited for his command to assume the position. So far he fucked her pussy in face-to-face and doggie positions. She wondered what style was next.

“Sit on it!” he said softly. “Knees on the bed, hands behind your back, chest forward. With the tempo... Do you know that song? That recent Juicies hit… What was it called? The one with the banging?”

“Thump-Thump! Hump-Hump! Yes, Sir,” she answered, slightly confused. Where was this headed?

“Good. You’ll follow the tempo of that song. The refrain, specifically. Until I order you to pick up the pace, of course. Then you’ll milk it to completion with your pussy. Understood?”

“Yes Master,” she replied with incredulous eyes. Letting a slave pace the rape? She couldn't believe she was given that freedom. What great honor!

She rose on her knees and threw a leg over him, positioned herself over his cock and lowered herself onto it. She guided the tip of it with her right hand and pressed it against the entrance of her vagina. Her womanhood opened with juicy anticipation, surprising her once more. She was constantly astonished by her own body’s eager reactions.

“Wait!” the agent interrupted before she could sit on his pole. “Have you been secondaried yet?”

It took River a few seconds to understand what that clunky word meant. “I… This cunt was never used anally, Master,” she stammered with fresh fear in her eyes. “Would master like to… do it? This cunt will do her best to serve… and learn…”

Yeoman looked into her teary eyes and grinned. The color of terror on the girls’ faces amused him the most. “Perhaps not today,” he dismissed. “You know what? I’ll definitely do it some time this week. Maybe catch you at the mess hall, while you are eating? Or perhaps I’ll wake you up with a reaming at midnight. It will be a lot funnier if I ambush you when you least expect it.”

She shivered. Of course, it would be in her mind constantly after this moment. She was obsessive that way. Perhaps that was his intention. After all, he said that he learned everything worth knowing about her, right before he tossed her naked body on the bed.

He gave the signal. She sat down slowly, impaling herself on his steely rod. Her young pussy welcomed and embraced the invader tightly. She moaned. This gave him another smile. As instructed, she crossed her wrists at her back and started to fuck him to the tempo of the hit Juicies song. After a while it started to feel kinda nice.

“Don’t worry,” he continued, apparently enjoying her performance. “You’ll be sucking all kinds of cocks throughout your training, but nobody else will utilize your primary and secondary other than me. The male officers here at the Academy, we have a sort of gentleman’s agreement. When a batch of fresh recruits arrive, we pick our favorites and share the best fuckmeat among ourselves.” He grinned again when her eyes widened even further. “Nothing official of course, but let’s say, you are now one of my ‘proteges’ to ‘mentor’ whenever necessary,” he said with a lot of air quotes. “I also laid claim to your two besties too, don’t worry. It was not easy to pull either. Your friends were quite popular. Especially the blonde you saved earlier. I had to beat two horny colleagues at poker for that gorgeous slut. And tossed a coin for the other one.”

“Thank you, Master,” she stammered as she moved her butt up and down his indefatigable rod. She felt silly immediately. Why was she even thanking him? Like all this was a favor he did for her!

Regardless, the possibility of serving Yeoman together with Daph and Wil gave her some relief. It even made her wetter. She squeezed her thighs in shame, as if that would hide her arousal.

“Most of your instructors here at the Academy will be female veterans,” he continued. “Male officers rarely teach except for some highly technical subjects. We are here mainly to keep the order and discipline. But I’ll tutor you occasionally. Like tonight. I enjoy it a lot actually. To be honest, I prefer the company of girls to that of my male colleagues. You babes are much better conversationalists. Not to mention all the fun things one can do to you. I can even fuck you to death right now and it would be just fine. The report would say ‘training casualty.’ They would duck my pay and yell at me a bit, sure, but it would be business as usual the next day.”

Kill her? Surely, he must have been joking. River suspected that he was purposefully saying these outrageous things to provoke a reaction. He was constantly testing her, looking for ways to rattle her, break her composure, make her drop her game-face. That wasn't going to happen. She forced a smile and nodded. No question- no answer. She was too clever to fall for that trap. She just continued to serve with her surprisingly slutty pussy.

No matter what he said or did, this was her favorite utilization so far. She was moaning a lot more now, with less and less shame. She was simply unable and unwilling to hide her enjoyment. And she could see that he was enjoying her reactions too.

“You are my favorite so far,” he said after a while. “I mean, I haven’t fucked all the girls in my ‘unofficial harem’ yet, but I can easily tell that you’re an exceptional female specimen, Supplecunt. Wonderful pussy, wonderful attitude. A very talented cocksucker. Smart, interesting, and fun to talk to. You’ll get even better with training and experience. And I’ll make sure you get a lot of that.”

River let out a bigger moan. Such generous praise and male approval? She could have orgasmed right there and then. “Thank you, Master,” she exhaled, risking another slap for speaking without permission. He didn’t hit her.

“You’re a praise-whore, aren’t you?” diagnosed the Agent, after examining the subtle changes in her facial expression. River had already realized that he was very observant. Perhaps too intelligent for a simple SEFR thug. “It'll be very easy to manipulate you with a verbal reward and punishment system.” he continued. “I think I’ll have a lot of fun playing with your emotions.”

River’s face soured mildly but she continued to fuck the agent without changing tempo. “Why am I telling you this? To keep you always wondering from now on. Was that last praise genuine, or this asshole was trying to manipulate me? Adds an extra layer to the game we’re playing, eh?”

River instantly perked up at the utterance of the word “game.” So, he was playing too? She felt a familiar excitement bubble up in her chest.

He didn’t talk for a long while after that remark. He closed his eyes and relaxed as she did all the work. Freed from his piercing gaze, River relaxed a bit and tried to enjoy the act. It was only her first day, only the second rapist, and only the fourth violation, but she was getting the hang of it with every passing second. It certainly wasn’t the awful experience she had always been scared of as a virgin. He wasn’t manhandling or beating her like on TV. He was even allowing her some agency and pleasure. The entire thing was strange and unnerving.

She hated everything about this place and missed home desperately, yet she couldn’t help but enjoy this very moment, bouncing on a stranger's cock.

And her precious chastity, that imaginary seal of control she was taught to care about and forced to protect all her life, she didn’t miss that at all.

“I can hear a thought forming in your little head, cadet,” he exhaled lazily. “Go on, get it out of your chest. Make your statement. Ask your question.”

She opened her mouth, but froze for a long moment. She reevaluated and recalculated, then reevaluated again.

“That bad, eh?” snickered the man, finally opening his eyes to catch hers. He was intrigued by her prolonged pause. “Alright, I’ll give you one freebie, Supplecunt,” he reassured. “I won’t punish you for speaking your mind honestly and frankly for this once, no matter how subversive and irreverent your words might be. What is it? An angry rant against the androcratic system? Want to curse your bad luck that led you in this hell? Give me your worst, go ahea-”

“I like this,” she interrupted timidly.

It was his turn to be surprised. “That’s what you wanted to say? You like this? What is ‘this?’”

“This thing… What you’re doing to me. The way you order me… this cunt… around. This cunt likes it very much. The rules, the comprehensive structure, the clear and to-the-point commands. This cunt enjoys it all a lot, Sir.” He swallowed. “And the rape… It’s… It feels very nice. With you, especially. It was painful and humiliating at first… and it still kinda is, to be honest… but now… This cunt is learning to enjoy it, Master-Agent Yeoman, Sir. This cunt liked pleasing you with her mouth and pussy a lot, and excited about the prospect of serving you with her secondary too. Thank you very much for taking a personal interest in this cunt and utilizing her thoroughly, Sir.” She paused there for emphasis. “And your cock, it’s marvelous. The best this cunt ever seen.. and sucked. Thank you for giving this cunt the chance to worship it.”

Yeoman didn’t respond for a while. His expression remained unreadable, which made River increasingly nervous. Was it a mistake, blurting out all that? Perhaps she overplayed her hand this time. What if what intrigued him was the prospect of dismantling her defenses and breaking her in gradually? Did she destroy the one thing that made her mysterious and interesting?

Did she simply forfeit the game while she was trying to make a strategic move?

“Well played,” he said eventually, with a slight curl at the corner of his lips that could be interpreted as a smile. “I guess I have underestimated you.” He pointed to his crotch again. River realized that she stopped moving while she was waiting for him to respond. She apologized and continued to massage his cock with her inexperienced pussy.

“Do you know the lyrics?” he asked after a while.

“To the refrain, yes Master,” she whimpered.

“Let’s hear it then.”

River hesitated for a moment, and then started to sing as she moved her hips.

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Slavecop Academy 14: The Chase​

It took River a while to realize that Yeoman fell asleep. Not knowing what to do in this situation, she continued to suck his cock for another minute, slowing down as she went, and finally let it out of her mouth gently.

She rose on her knees and looked around in confusion. She was alone with a sleeping superior, unrestrained and unsupervised. Her rapist lay naked and completely defenseless before her. Was this an oversight?

She slowly backed away and got down from the bed, trying her best not to wake him up. She looked around to see if there was any restraints to lock herself up in. There was none in sight. She backed to a far corner and knelt down with her wrists crossed behind her back.

Finally, calm. She took a deep breath and listened. The place was dead silent. No rhythmic pounding or flogging, no screams, no moaning, no weeping. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed 2:13 in the morning. All her fellow cadets and slavecops must have been sound asleep on their shelves. She needed to catch some z’s too. She lowered her head down and exhaled. It wasn’t the most optimal position to sleep in, but luckily the combination of exhaustion and oxytocin circulating in her veins was too powerful to beat. She fell asleep within a minute.

As she dreamt of a serene meadow, she heard a faint, distant buzz. Something vibrating? The persistent sound eventually pulled her out of her lucid dream. Looked around drowsily until she spotted the source of the vibration. It was the alarm clock, emitting a barely audible buzzing sound. She quickly realized that the alarm was not supposed to wake the man up. It was meant for the slave in the room.

Was she supposed to get up earlier and wake him up with a blowjob?

She fell on her hands and knees -to her embarrassment- a little too eagerly to approach the bed, but froze before she could take a step. Was she given a clear order to perform the night before? No. Remembering what Wil always told her to do whenever she faced a fork on the road, she quickly ran a cost-benefit analysis for the two obvious options. Do it and get punished for acting without permission, or fail to do it and get punished for… well, for not doing it.

The choice was clear. She had to do it.

Also… she kinda wanted to.

She instinctively licked her lips and adjusted her bitchform. She was ready to do it. She felt pretty confident about her chances of avoiding punishment too. Perhaps she could earn another clothing item if she performed well? Almost a full set of uniform on her second day. She felt that familiar game-time excitement once again.

Before she could lift a paw to approach, the door opened and preempted her. The A-S who brought her here the night before, Tramplemat was her name, walked in quietly and scanned the room. She spotted her at the corner and waved her over. Slightly disappointed, River crawled out of the room. Tramplemat carefully closed the door and gestured her to stand up.

“Shouldn’t I… shouldn’t this cunt wake Master-Agent Yeoman up with a blowjob or something,” she asked timidly.

“We don’t do that, we are slavecops.” the other waved with a smile. “I mean, you’ll also be one soon. Most probably.” She turned around and walked. River quietly followed.

“He’ll sleep for two more hours at least,” the ayass explained. “You were probably too distracted by the cock to pay attention to the clock. It’s 5:02. Time to join your sisters at the communal showers.” She turned and checked the rookie from tip to toe with a smirk. “You are not restrained, not too bruised, didn’t lose any clothes. Well done!”

River almost thanked her, but managed to stop herself. Yes, she was a good, obedient fucktoy last night. Should she be proud?

“How many times?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, cadet.”

River thought for a moment. “This cunt was utilized 6 times in the primary and served orally 9 times,” she said in a single breath.

“Impressive. I mean, for him, but shows you have good stamina too, eh? Were you allowed one, at least?”

“Yes sister…” she stammered after a moment of hesitation. “Once… I think.”

Tramplemat slowed down to let her pass and smacked her bottom. “Congrats, sister. Looks like you’re on a speed-run, eh?”

Speed-run? River wondered if A-S Tramplemat was a gamer too. She opened her mouth to ask, but they were at the shower area already. Her comrades were lined up in place, bracing for the freezing cold water to hit their naked bodies. River immediately caught Daphne’s sad gaze the moment stepped inside the hall. The blonde smiled with gratitude, reminding River what happened just before she went down the washing chute.

She quickly slipped out of her clothes and hanged them on the hooks, then took her place in the shower line. The jets came alive a moment later.

The water stopped after 30 seconds and they were air-dried by the fans above. It was such a violent transition from freezing cold to scorching hot, then back to freezing cold again, River couldn’t help by think that Academy’s express whorewash system was designed by a secret FLF sympathizer. At that very moment, pneumonia seemed a bigger threat than a direct rebel attack.

She quickly grabbed her shirt and leggings from the hooks and put them on. As she did, she noticed a number of stares from her fully naked comrades. Envy, perhaps jealousy too? A strange mixture of guilt and pride hit her. Now her role as the “mother duck" further strengthened by the extra item she had earned, she confidently walked over to the door so the rest could make a line behind her. Once all the ducklings were ready, guards led them to the mess hall.

Breakfast was uneventful. She was at the head of the row once again. Her besties were further down the line. She was glad that they were not close enough to interact with. She especially didn’t want to talk to Daphne at the moment. She knew her friend well. The blonde would act all weird because of her sacrifice at the urinals.

They were taken to the courtyard after they licked their feed troughs clean. Everyone seemed surprised and exhilarated to be outside after all they had gone through. Apparently this was not exactly like a prison.

“Facing rule!” yelled one of the guards.

A blonde high-ranker bluepuss walked towards the group. The girls quickly lined up in the tiptoe circles on the ground and turned towards the hangar with the slogan on it. “Obedience and Service.”

“I’m A-S Scumslut,” said the woman softly as her assistants walked along the rows and caned the girls with bad postures. “I see some of you have the wrong idea about this exercise. You’re not here to get some fresh air and a nice sun tan. You’re here to play what we call ‘hounds and runners.’

Play? Another word River liked to hear.

“First row! You’re the hounds in the first round. Facing School!”

The girls at the first line turned around to face their remaining comrades. River squinted in surprise when she immediately locked eyes with Daphne, who was standing right behind her. So much for her lucky streak!

“The cadets on the second line will be the runners. They are your targets. Learn their faces. You don’t have to know why these girls are on the run. They could be runaway brides, escaped slaves, even vicious fluffers. It isn’t relevant. All you need to do is catch them and pull them to the ground. If that happens, the runner will surrender her hair to the hound, and the hound will bring her catch over here.” She pointed at the sturdy log fence a few meters away. A number of slavecops were already waiting there lazily lounging on boxes and rocks, ready to receive the captives.

“If somehow the runner manages to avoid capture for ten minutes, she will be considered the winner. However, the procedure will be almost the same. Except the runner will be the one dragging the hound to the captives’ fence.”

River inhaled nervously. A simple chase could have been a nice distraction. Enjoyable one, even. If only she was paired with someone else. Anyone but Daph.

The blonde smiled warmly. Unlike River, she seemed to be glad that they were matched. River wanted to keep her stern game face, but gave up quickly and smiled back.

“In a real chase, we slavecops have the absolute advantage. You’ll be flying in a state-of-the-art Cunthound, armed with a tranq-gun and a kokstick, and most importantly, you'll be supported by your handler. You’ll also be able to track the runner’s every move if they are carrying a band. Many slaves don’t even know that we can track bands with extreme precision at all times.”

A surprised groan rose from the group. River was one of the few who weren’t shocked by that revelation.

“Ah, yes! That reminds me,” continued Scumslut, “Your bands also have trackers in them. So you’ll never stray too far from Androcracy’s vigilant gaze and fatherly bosom. If you manage to graduate, you’ll also be chipped for extra protection.”

She walked around the rows and scanned the girls carefully before giving the order to commence the hunt. She occasionally stopped and pointed at girls with imperfect postures, so her lieutenant used her crop to enforce corrections.

“The runners will have thirty second head-start,” she explained eventually. First round of the hunt ends in exactly ten minutes.” She paused and raised her hand. River took a deep breath. She could now see Daph had her own game face on too. Of course she wanted to win as much as River. After all both were accomplished track athletes who competed more times than she could remember.

Scumslut took a step back and slashed the air with her hand.

“Runners! Go!”

Daphne launched towards the hangar like a sexy cheetah.

“Hounds! Facing rule!” Ordered Scumslut after fifteen seconds.

River turned around and squinted her eyes. Locating and locking onto her target was easy. Daphne stood out, even among in this tall and gorgeous group of recruits. She felt that familiar pre-race clarity hit as soon as she saw her bestie’s blonde mane flapping around in the wind. Energy filled her muscles.

Scumslut finished counting and lowered her arm one last time.

“Hounds, Go! Good hunting.”

River launched with a smile. A simple chase game? Child's play! It was going to be fun.

Of course, she would have a different perspective had she noticed that the guards were taking scary-looking strap-on dildos from their boxes and lining them up on the “captive’s fence.”

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

6th Anniversary Special​

(Available to all tiers)

The boy continued to fuck her face pussy furiously. She was lying on her back, unable to breathe, but it wasn’t that bad. She had been serving for the past six years as their live sex doll. She knew how to take it when they got this rough.

She no longer had any gag reflex of course, but the young boy’s exceptionally long cock was reaching record depths in her throat, hitting and stretching never-before-fucked spots. At least that’s how she felt. This new recruit, Nathaniel was his name, had a long, slim and curvy one that fit her face pussy perfectly. It was pleasant to lick, a joy to suck, and rather easy to fully deepthroat. Only downside was, the boy was too horny and full of energy. He often forgot that she was a real woman made of flesh and bones, and fucked her face like he would a silicone fucksleeve.

He had superhuman stamina too. Sometimes he went on raping her face for tens of minutes. He slowed down and let her do the work every now and then, but once he attained full-hardness again, he started pounding her neck without mercy.

She didn’t complain. She never did. She was just a woman, the club fucktoy who existed to serve cock and nothing else. It was the only life she knew. Only life she remembered, to be exact.

Just the six ful years she spent in these woods. Nothing from before.

She had been the main attraction in the area. “Fallen Angel in the Woods Club” was the best kept secret of the town. Which town? She didn’t even know that. It must be a small settlement, possibly one close to the southern shore judging by the occasional seagulls that flew over her.

A lot changed during the past year. After most of the original members of the club grew up to get jobs and families of their own, she was passed down to a new generation of horny teenagers. The first generation simply wasn’t able to utilize and maintain her any more. Even the group who raped her at the weekend barbecues got smaller and smaller every week. The last “gangrape” had only two guys. They spitroasted her twice and flogged her once before calling it a day. It was like going through the motions. She spent the entire Sunday alone, idling, reading her Bunnyhops comics, and masturbating to memories of old rapes.

Unlike the originals, the juniors were full of energy and spunk. They visited her after school during the week to use, clean, and feed her, and they even took her for walks around the woods. The youngsters quickly developed their own utilization style and schedule. The camp was moved from the original location to a rock shelter up the hill. She was glad to have some kind of a roof over her head after so many years living at the mercy of the elements. She got a new tent and a comfier mattress too. They also rewarded her with a 10-meter-long chain. She could now stand up and walk around her little cave, even step outside and take in the beautiful view whenever she wanted.

They kept furnishing the new “clubhouse” with old furniture and appliances. A table and several chairs, a few containers to keep the sex toys and torture equipment organized, and even a makeshift kitchen for her to prepare sandwiches and snacks for her rapists.

But the best thing about her new home was the spring nearby. She could listen to its pleasant song all day from where she lay.

Nathaniel slowed down and changed his position. Without taking his cock fully out of her mouth, he sat down on her chest, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so she could continue sucking on the shaft. Finally, a chance to relax and catch her breath.

Another one of the junior members left the circle around the camp fire and approached. She heard him unzip and kneel on the mattress between her parted legs. He reached down and grabbed her bottom and roughly penetrated her primary without losing any time. She couldn’t see who the boy was. If he was a member of the original squad, she could immediately identify him by the cock size and raping style, of course. She was still getting to know the juniors.

“She’s so tight for a discarded whore!” the one in her pussy exclaimed incredulously. “I still cannot believe how fun and pleasant to fuck this cunt is.”

She immediately recognized the squeaky voice. It was the one they called Raz, the newest member. Joined only the week before, this was only the second time he was using her.

“Why didn’t they name her?” he asked. “I mean, they have been using her as a mindless sex doll for the past six years, right?”

“What are you talking about?” said Nathaniel and grabbed her head with both ends. “Of course they named her. She’s called Angel.” She realized that it was violent skullfucking time again. She surrendered and relaxed her neck muscles. The boy immediately started to pound her face mercilessly.

“Naaah!” dissmissed the other. “Angel is not a proper servonym. It’s too nice a name for worthless fuckmeat like this.”

She flinched. She knew well what she was, of course, but it had been a while since the last time she was called worthless. The originals, they treated her a lot better, especially in later years. To them she was more like an angel who served with devotion, not a simple whore they raped and beaten.

“You’re right,” Nathaniel agreed as he finally ejaculated down her gullet. “We should rename her. Let the big bros keep calling her whatever they want at their weekend gatherings, but I think we should have our own name for her.” He pulled out of her mouth. She obediently swallowed her reward.

“Finish quick,” he urged. “Let’s take her outside so she can do the blowjob circle. We can vote on a new name.”

“Almost done,” the other said and picked up the pace. She did her best and squeezed hard to help him cum. She was going to be a good girl no matter what they decided to call her.

The boy pulled out just in time and quickly shoved it in her face to finish. As soon as her lips sealed around his throbbing organ, it exploded and filled her mouth with fresh manjuice. She sucked and licked it clean and swallowed like a proper whore.

Apparently satisfied with her service, the boys untied her wrists and ankles and propped her on all-fours. A hard kick in the butt launched her towards the camp fire. She counted 4 boys outside the cave, 6 in total with the two walking behind her. She bitchwalked over to the circle and smiled eagerly. Most of the members were new faces. It was exciting in a way. She couldn’t wait to start serving them, get to know them, hear their noises of pleasure. Just like she had done with their big brothers for years.

None of the juniors returned her smile, however. Uri, Michael’s brother, was the closest. She stopped in front of him and sat on her heels. Without saying anything, he parted his legs. It was all she needed. She crawled in, opened his zipper, and began sucking his semi-erect cock.

“Raz and I were talking,” started Nathaniel. “Why don’t we rename this cunt? After all, we use and abuse her more than the assholes who thought calling her Angel was a good idea.”

“But that’s what she is,” said one of the boys. She couldn’t remember his name. Another recent addition to her list of regular rapists. “It is called the Fallen Angel club, isn’t it? Mike said she fell from the sky, literally.”

“Please! She landed with a parachute,” another added. “My brother told me all about it years ago, even before I joined the club myself. They used its ropes to tie her up. Her first tent was literally her own parachute.” He paused for a moment when Uri finished in her mouth. The Angel quietly swallowed and moved down the line. She had listened to the story of her ‘fall’ many times before, of course. It didn’t help her remember what happened then, and it was unlikely to do the trick now.

“I looked it up online,” the teenager continued once she started working on the next cock and balls. “She was probably one of the ‘rocket girls’ they launched from the Fair that year. It was like a lottery, yeah? Some met a spectacular, fiery end. Survivors were supposed to become public slaves wherever they landed. Our girl apparently got extremely lucky. She survived, but her memory didn't. Perhaps it's a blessing, eh?”

She paused at that very moment. A rocket? Now that part of the story was all new. Suddenly a few blurry images flashed before her eyes. Being led into a big arena... Being strapped to a scary looking rocket… She didn’t like the feeling the images brought. She shook off the confusion and tried to focus on the cock in her mouth, which coincidentally started to ejaculate a second later without any warning. She swallowed and smiled gratefully at the boy, then crawled to the next one.

“Whatever,” interrupted Nathaniel. “Her story is irrelevant. She was fuckmeat when they found her, and she is fuckmeat now. Nothing more.”

“Why don’t we go with that?” asked one of the boys. “Fuckmeat. Simple and to the point.”

The group agreed. She finished sucking her third and obediently moved on to the next boy. “What do you think, girl?” he asked before she could start serving. “You new name, Fuckmeat. Do you like it?”

“Yes master,” she smiled. “This worthless cunt is happy to be your fuckmeat. It’s all she is and all she does.”

Then she opened his zipper and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked like an angel, and swallowed like a seasoned whore. She smiled to herself, knowing that she fully satisfied all six junior members present. Traditionally, she was allowed to rest and given a little treat when she completed a full round. She sat on her heels and looked at the members’ faces with a smile. What would her reward be? A bar of chocolate? Perhaps the latest issue of the Bunnyhops comic?

“Look at her smile like a moron,” said Uri, then he grabbed her chain and pulled her towards himself. “She thinks we’re done with her for the moment.” He held her by the waist and turned her around, and entered her from behind. “No, Fuckmeat. This is a whole new world for you. You need to forget everything you’ve learned and start adapting to the new reality. We are only beginning.”

“No, you aren’t stopping at six. We will rape you again and again, keep going and going for years, until nothing’s left of you, Fuckmeat.”

She looked confused for a second, then took a deep breath. “Thank you, master, ” she smiled. “This fuckmeat will be happy to serve you till that very last moment.”

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Slavecop Academy 15: Captured​

Daphne was the undisputed star of the school track and field team. She was one of the best sprinters and jumpers in the region, and had a box full of medals to prove it. Of course, she owed some of her popularity to her S-grade-gorgeous looks too.

River remembered the first time she’d seen the tall blonde at the tryouts. It was love at first sight. The girl was not just easy on the eyes, but she was warm, friendly, and a joy to talk to. Her smile could melt iron, and her cutesy sense of humor was infinitely disarming. She was innocent and naive to a fault, especially when it came to the matters of the heart. That’s probably why she never picked up on River’s burning crush on her.

Of course, River knew well that she could never had a real intimate relationship with Daph. Even if the blonde returned her affections by a miracle, this cruel world wouldn’t let them be. Romantic relations between women wasn’t outlawed or even frowned upon in Pussiana, of course. Rather, it was seen as mere performance to amuse men. Female-on-female intercourse as a solely physical act was celebrated as entertainment, regarded by most people as an elite artform. Even since before the androcratic revolution, it had grown into a giant economy with movies and TV shows, huge stage productions, celebrity fucktresses, and even specialized sapphic performance schools to feed the system with fresh talent. Men had no problem with women fucking each other, as long as they get to watch and control it. Those pussied things were mere toys, after all, not too different from the action figures boys played with.

River had never been stage-shy. She even felt like an attention whore sometimes. She liked to be watched and adored by men and women alike. That urge was probably a part of the allure of competitions and games she loved so much. But that was not the case with intimacy. Never with intimacy. When she fantasized about Daph, the rest of the world simply disappeared. She’d be all alone with her blonde angel. Just the two of them, and nobody else.

Okay, perhaps sometimes Willow would be there too. But that was it.

And now, as she chased that gorgeous filly around the Academy grounds, she felt the same. She quickly tuned out all the other runners and hounds around them as she laser-focused on Daph’s perfectly sculpted butt. The blonde was able to evade her so far thanks to her unpredictable quick turns and short bursts, but River was confident about her chances. Unlike Daph, she was a long-distance runner, and a good one at that. Just like the early humans who chased down speedier game with sheer determination and patience, she was going to catch her prey eventually.

Unsurprisingly, Daph started to show signs of fatigue after a few more energy-consuming bursts. Running out of breath, she decided to run around the hangar and break her hunter’s line of sight. It didn’t work. She failed to clear a crate and stumbled, which gave the hound the opportunity to catch up and pounce on her momentarily discombobulated friend. River reached with her right hand and lightly tapped the blonde between the shoulder blades. Already out of balance, Daphne let out a surprised shriek and fell down, rolled on her side, and landed on her back. River, also out of breath, couldn’t stop herself in time and fell over her friend’s naked body. Her prey reflexively pulled her knees to her stomach to protect herself, but it left her trapped in an awkward position when River’s body landed on top of her.

“Ffffuck!” the blonde exclaimed as the impact evacuated her lungs. She struggled against River’s awkward hug for a few seconds, until she realized that she had already lost the moment she touched the ground. She surrendered and relaxed her strained muscles, then turned to her friend and smiled.

There it was again. That magical smile. River held her breath, enthralled. And this time Daph was lying under her, fully naked, completely at her mercy.

“Fine, okay, you got me,” the blonde pouted. “That’s a first, marathon girl. No fair though. It’s only because of that stupid crate over there. I couldn’t s-“

“Silence, runner!” interrupted River. “You don’t get to sass me. I’m the slavecop, and you’re a criminal.”

“You are definitely not a slavecop, silly,” chuckled the other. “Not yet anyway.”

“Yeah? I’m more of a slavecop than you are. Check out the shirt and the leggings, nudie. It’s like, half the uniform.”

They were both smiling. It certainly felt surreal at the moment, considering the fact that they were forcibly enslaved the day before… and they were lying in a field on top of each other with their bare pussies almost touching.

“I have to admit, you look good in those,” commented the blonde. “Why did… How did you earn those again?”

“I was a good girl I guess,” said River sarcastically. “I think I figured this place out. If you obey quickly and perform your tasks well, they reward you. It’s not a totally arbitrary system like we had in school. We are competing against each other, against our equals… not our favored superiors, the boys.”

“Yeah? You obeyed and performed your tasks well, did you?” Her smiled faded a bit and eyes turned serious. “Last night… You didn’t return with us. I was worried out of my mind. Especially after you saved me from electrocution. I feared that you’d be punished for it. Were you-”

“No-no-no,” reassured River. “I wasn’t punished. I mean… I guess it depends on your definition of punishment.” She paused and lifted her body up a little so Daphne could free her knees and stretch her tired legs. Still, she didn’t let her go. She was enjoying this moment too much. The view was exquisite. Daphne’s angelic face, framed by the golden mane fanned out on the ground like the rays of the sun… not to mention her beautiful full tits jiggling melodiously with every breath she took. “I was with… Master-Agent Yeoman, the officer who named me… I served him all night.”

“Served him? You mean-”

“He fu-… utilized me… a few times. And I performed blowjobs… a few times…”

“I’m so sorry,” said Daphne, and started crying. “It’s all my fault. You got raped again and again… all night long… because I’m a stupid moron who cannot count to… goddammit… whatever number that was.”

“Thirty-one,” said River without thinking. “But no… please don’t cry. It wasn’t… It wasn’t that bad, really.” Daphne’s tears were surprising to her. At that moment she realized that she didn’t feel bad at all about being used as a fucktoy the night before. The realization was rather unsettling. Of course, she couldn’t admit it openly to her good friend, that innocent, naive angel who had never had a sexual experience until the day before. ”Master Yeoman… He didn’t treat me badly. Too badly, I mean. No beatings or anything. I kinda li- I mean… It was okay, considering.”

“What do you mean?” asked Daphne, visibly confused by her friend’s dismissive demeanor.

River was hit by shame, noticing the huge difference between their emotional states. Unable to decide how to handle the situation, she chose to change the subject. “I have some news that concern you too. He told me… that he and his friends, they shared us.”

“Shared us? Shared how?”

“They share the new recruits. Like unofficial harems, you know? The good news is, you and I, we are in Yeoman’s share together. Wil too. Only he will rape us. We’re re off limits for the rest of them, if I understood correctly.”

“That’s good news?” asked the blonde, now even more surprised.

“I mean. They are going to rape us constantly anyway. It’s… good in the sense that… that our guy is less violent than the others. He was actually quite reasonable last night… and fair.” She paused for moment to think before continuing. “He even let me have an orgasm.”

Daphne didn’t respond. Her silence worried the brunette. Was she coming off as a shameless dick-hungry whore?

“I’m not a slut.” she said under her breath after a few awkward seconds. “You don’t think that I’m a slut, do you?”

“Of course I don’t think you’re a slut, silly!” dismissed Daph. “How could you say something like that?“ She took a deep breath, momentarily enthralling River with her well adorned chest. “This place… I fear it will turn us all into sluts and whores eventually. Can you believe it? We are slaves now. It doesn’t matter what they call us. Slavecops, blue guard, whatever. Bullshit. We are fuckmeat, nothing more!”

“Miss Laurel!” exclaimed River clutching her invisible pearls, “Never heard such filthy words fall out of those beautiful lips. Do you kiss your mother with th-” She stopped mid-sentence when she realized that they could never see their mothers again. Both teared up. A long sad silence followed.

“I guess you should take me back and collect your reward,” whispered Daphne. “If you delay any further, I’ll be declared winner. You don’t want to lose that tank top to me, do y-”

“I love you,” interrupted River. Suddenly. Without any specific reason. The words just spilled out of her mouth, as if she was possessed by a mischievous evil spirit.

“W-what?”

“I love you. I have always loved you. Since the moment I…” She stopped. She was overwhelmed by instant regret. Her head felt warm. Her stomach felt weird. She clenched her fists and fought off a strong urge to apologize and run away. Their lives were over anyway. It was now or never. “You don’t have to say it back,” she whispered with the last remaining bit of her confidence. “But… may I… kiss you? Just once?”

A long silence. She stared into Daphne’s widened piercing blue eyes without blinking. She could feel cold sweat dripping down her nose onto the blonde’s swan-like neck. Her captive was definitely stunned by her sudden revelation… but perhaps, not as much as she feared? More nerve-wrecking silence… Her heart was pounding louder and louder, and she was starting to feel light-headed.

“Yes.”

“S-sorry?”

“Kiss me,” exhaled her captive. “I surrender.”

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Eleven Sufferings of Ileadhra​

“The god Ayera decided to have a companion. He raped all the goddesses one by one in search for a worthy bedmate for his eternal use. Melka was the most beautiful, Maa was eternally wet and full of desire, Jida had the tightest womanhood, Mahra was skilled in the ways of pleasure, Aleinda had a heavenly moan, and Nisha never got tired. Each goddess had a quality that he wanted, but none had them all.

Frustrated and erect, he ordered his viziers to search the cosmos to find him a worthy woman who could soothe his rage. His servants traveled to the far reaches of the universe, even the corners where the light of Shaa could not reach.

Nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine of them returned with the best women they could find.

They presented their captives to the master of the universe. Ayera raped them all for the next thousand days, but none could withstand his divine might.

His anger doubled, the god summoned Thalabu the Wise, the only vizier who did not return with an offering. Thalabu explained that he found a candidate worthy of Ayera’s mighty manhood, but did not bring her back with him. Instead, he took her to the farthest end of the universe, and left her in the deepest well of Qatum, beyond the Hayatan Valley, beyond the Infinite White Sea of Bidhara, beyond the gaze of the ever-vigilant sons of Jibel.

He told her that if she could traverse these impossible obstacles and reach the high throne of the fathers, she’d prove her worth to the council of gods. Then she could become the companion to the God of Gods, and serve his divine manhood for all eternity.

Ayera asked who this woman was. Thalabu replied that she was a human princess known as Ileadhra the Virgin. Ayera’s anger tripled when he heard his vizier deemed worthy a human woman who carried the unforgivable sin of Eilhuria. Thalabu explained that Ileadhra was the only sinless one among the low-world females.

Years ago, when Eilhuria’s wickedness spread, Thalabu was visiting the young princess in the form of a fox. Having seen in a dream what would come to pass, he brought the girl a small cherry as a gift. The princess gladly accepted and took a small bite. However, the fruit was enchanted by the wise fox. The delicate fruit started to grow as it passed her throat and the princess started to choke. At that very moment the original sin reached her, she coughed the fruit out and thus was spared.

Thalabu’s foresight and resourcefulness pleased Ayera. He promised his wise vizier a place in the council of gods if the sinless princess completed this perilous journey successfully.

Beyond the the Hayatan Valley, beyond the Infinite White Sea of Bidhara, beyond the gaze of the ever-vigilant sons of Jibel, Ileahdra was alone in the deepest well of Qatum. Far from Shaa’s all seeing eye, the bottom of the well was dark as the primordial night. There was no way out. She was cold, hungry, and homesick. Overcome by grief, she started to sing a song of sorrow and yearning.

Her beautiful voice filled the well and spread to the entire Qatum. Her song enthralled the wicked creatures of the forsaken land, large and small. Soon they all gathered around the well. Iledhra’s seductive voice filled their heavy testes with seed, and huge rods with lust. Soon enough, all unsheathed and unloaded, showering the beautiful princess with their bountiful seed for a hundred days and hundred nights. Their semen filled the well, lifting the princess up and up until she was able to emerge fully covered in their blessings and adoration. The moment she stepped out of the well, all creatures of Qatum bowed down to the delicate pale beauty, their rage soothed, their seed depleted, their evil eradicated.

Having domesticated the unruly creatures at Qatum with her dulcet voice, Ileadhra departed for the valley of Hayatan, where two evenly-matched armies were locked in an endless battle since the dawn of time. Every morning they attacked, and every evening they retreated back to their camps.

Ileadhra entered the serpentine pass between the two hordes at dusk, hoping to cross the valley before sunlight. Alas, when Shaa appeared over the valley the next day, she found herself in the middle of the battlefield. Horns as loud as Ayera’s wrath heralded the arrival of the two armies with ranks replenished, hardened warriors lined up, flags were raised, and bows were drawn.

The princess, trapped and hopeless, attempted to calm the ferocious warriors down with a song once more, but the horns and battle cries drowned out her voice. The armies started to march. Ileadhra was not scared. She calmly undressed, lay down in the middle of the field, and spread her legs wide. Her womanhood bloomed and glistened like a beautiful flower, even brighter than Shaa himself, drawing every single eye to it.

All stopped and gathered around the shining flower. Inevitably, their hunger for battle turned into a lustful frenzy. A brutal gangrape began and went on for a hundred days. Warriors tore each other up for a chance to enter the princess. The perfect balance between the two sides was upset, and warriors fell one after another. At the end of the hundredth day, the only one who could stand back up was the Princess without Sin.

The princess rose and continued her journey. She was cold, hungry, and tired. She walked and crawled, until she reached the shores of the White Sea of Bidhara, where Ayera had beaten his father Hou by cutting his testes after a battle that lasted an eon. The vanquished father fled and left his domain to his rebellious son, creating the great white sea with the seed from his testes as he retreated.

Ilheadra stood and looked into the horizon, but she couldn’t see the other side. She walked along the shore to find a place to cross for a hundred days. She couldn’t find a way. Desperate, she went down on her hands and knees, bowed down, and started to drink the sea of semen. She slurped and swallowed, for days and weeks and months. At the end of the hundredth day, she drained it enough to create a path across.

When she finally reached the other side, the only thing between her and the divine master of all universe was the ever vigilant sons of Jibel who stood watch along the borders of Medneleh. The sons were the steep mountains that encircled the gods’ city. Whenever an uninvited foe approached with ill-intentions, they rose up and crushed it.

And they rose, all eleven sons, when Shaa woke up and shone on Ileadhra’s angelic form approaching from the East. When she saw the mountains coming, carrying their rocky erections with both hands, Ileadhra knew that she had to go through this final obstacle by sacrificing the last bit of her innocence. She had already forfeited her flower to drain the battle lust of the two armies at Hayatan Valley, and violated the purity of her mouth by draining the White Sea of Bidhara. Now she had to surrender her third hole to drain the testes of the sons.

When they arrived and lifted their manhoods to crush her, Ileadhra fell on her hands and knees and turned around with an arched back, presenting her beauty and willingness to satisfy even the biggest and hardest of men. Once again, she was able to stop the beasts with her generous offering. The sons began raping the delicate princess like a lowly street bitch in heat. Each son lasted a year, but all fell one by one like the wild creatures of Qatum and the warriors of Hayatan before them. In the end, Ileadhra was able to stood up once again, well-used and abused, but not broken.

All the impossible obstacles now behind her, she walked into the celestial city of Medneleh, naked and bruised, Her womb and stomach overflowing with semen. All the gods descended from their golden towers to watch her pass, admiring her indescribable beauty. Thalabu the Wise, himself delighted by her hard-earned triumph, welcomed her at the palace steps. He had her drained, cleaned, oiled, and clothed for an audience with Ayera, the undisputed master of the universe.

Unbeknownst to the princess, Ayera had tasked Shaa to follow her throughout the journey and report everything she had done and everything that was done to her. He had read the sufferings of Ileadhra at the end of every day as chronicled by his younger brother. He was impressed and pleased by her resilience and devotion. When Ileadhra was finally brought before him, he had already made his decision.

Ayera left the wise vizier Thalabu in charge of the realm, took the princess to his bed at the highest tower of Medneleh, commanded her to sing for him, and began raping her as it was his divine right. Ileadhra obeyed and served without complaint or hesitation. He was delighted by her elegant features and graceful form that made the beautiful goddess Melka look like an ugly old crone in comparison. He was amazed by her wet tight flower that turned the twin goddesses Maa and Jida red with envy. He was pleased to find her abilities to please much greater than the skilled Mahra. He was enchanted by her dulcet singing voice that silenced the honey-lipped Aeinda. He was surprised that she was able to outlast the indefatigable Nisha, the mother of all whores.

Ayera raped Ileadhra for a hundred days, as it was the custom for captured high royalty. The council of gods gathered at the palace to wait for the couple to emerge from their chamber, but they did not arrive. The divine violation continued for another thousand days.

Overcome by jealousy, the six goddesses Maa, Melka, Mahra, Jida, Aeinda and Nisha conspired to enter the chamber and mutilate the new bride before Ayera’s seed could take root in her womb. Melka lured the guards away with her captivating beauty, and Maa and Jida distracted Shaa with their womanly charms. The others climbed the tower in the darkness, entered the chamber to find Ayera and Ileadhra sleeping after a particularly exhausting rape. Aeinda sang her best lullaby in order to keep the God of Gods asleep, while Mahra and Nisha cut Ileadhra’s limbs off, leaving her in a diminished form. Ever so obedient, Ileadhra did not make a sound as they tore her perfect body. They stole her pieces and scattered them around the sky.

It was the Fifth Adorning of Heavens.

When Ayera woke up and saw his new bride limbless, his rage quadrupled. He swore to punish the ones who were responsible, but Ileadhra begged him to spare the wrongdoers, for they were nothing but one last obstacle between her and her eternal master. She was determined to serve and obey, with or without an intact body. Her devotion softened the God’s heart. He spared the goddesses lives but banished them away. Aeinda and Nisha were sent to Qatum to serve the wild creatures of the dark for all eternity with their warm mouths. Jida and Maa were sent to Hayatan to serve the two armies with their glistening flowers, Melka and Mahra were sent to serve the sons of Jibel with their unholy holes.

The princess-turned-goddess, reduced to her essence as a woman, continued to serve her god and master forever, without complaint or hesitation.

This is the story of Ileadhra the Sinless, sometimes called Ileadhra the Limbless. The song 'Eleven Sufferings of Ileadhra' is sung during wedding ceremonies to bless marriages, to remind women of their duties to their shepherds.”

“But mom… Why eleven? I don’t think… The kidnapping, the well, the valley, the sea, the mountains, and the quartering. That makes… six, right?

“No, my lamb. Each one of the five obstacles shows us two sufferings. One is the agony itself, and the other is the agonizing choice to bear it.”

“Oh.”

“Remember Ahira, when it’s time for you to hear the verses, you will not sing along. You’ll just listen on your knees, with your eyes lowered. Just like Ileadhra listened to Ayera reading from the chronicle of Shaa. The last note will make you a wife in the eyes of the keepers. Only then you will be a real woman, and your cleansing will begin.”

“Yes, thank you, Mama.”

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Slavecop Academy 16: The Fence​

River was so excited and overwhelmed by that spectacular moment, her brain, heart and lungs stopped working for a long while. At least it felt like that while the two beautiful girls remained lip-locked behind the hangar, conveniently hidden from sight by the piles of dusty crates and boxes lying around. It was the best few seconds of her life. The duo even forgot for a moment that they were now enslaved by the most oppressive state apparatus known to women, and repeatedly abused since that terrible moment.

She didn’t want to stop sucking on Daphne’s full, delicious lips, but her friend was right. Delay any longer and she’d fail her task. And that’s the one thing River couldn’t let happen. Reluctantly, she let her go and looked into the blonde’s beautiful blue eyes, gave her another quick peck, and lifted herself on her hands and knees.

“Never kissed a girl before,” smiled the angelic beauty. “Never kissed anyone, period. But I think… it can’t get any better than this.”

River’s face lit up with a huge smile. She was her first? She resisted a powerful urge to trap her captive again and drown her in more kisses, not just on the lips but all over her gorgeous body.

“So…” She said once she finally managed to pull herself away from the angel and sit back on her heels. What should she say in that moment? Her brain was almost completely wiped. It was like finishing a game. Sudden loss of purpose, confusion. But certainly a happy one.

“Not sure what should I do now.”

“I guess you have to grab my hair and drag me back to that fence,” replied Daphne and sat up. She bunched her hair and fanned it over her left shoulder with a graceful head tilt, presenting a “handle” for her hunter. “Just... don’t pull too hard, okay? I’m more than willing to follow you, o mighty slavecop.”

“As you said,” chuckled River, “I’m not a slavecop yet.” She stood up, grabbed Daphne’s wavy blonde hair and gently pulled her onto her feet. “You should bend from the waist,” she added. “Remember the first day? I think that’s the proper way to lead a captive, so…”

Daphne didn’t even wait for her to finish her sentence. She bent over, joined her wrists at her back, and left her head in her friend’s control. River exhaled in relief and set off toward the fence.

Surprisingly, there was no other hunters and runners near the finish line. “How embarrassing for you, Dee,” chuckled River. “It seems you’re the only one who got caught so far.” Daphne didn’t say anything, but the brunette was sure that her stab got at least an eye-roll.

She could hear the other girls in the distance, still chasing each other. She also saw two more hunters returning with their captives. She recognized Venus about a hundred meters behind them, dragging a brunette she didn’t know. She took a proud breath and quickened her steps. She was about win another victory, albeit at the expense of her best friend and crush.

“Name?” asked the uniformed slavecop waiting by the fence. She looked annoyed by River’s early arrival. “Cadet Supplecunt, miss,” replied the brunette and raised her captive’s head for the slavecop to see. “Returning Da- um… Cadet Rapetoy.”

The uniform looked at River and Daph for a second and checked a couple boxes on her clipboard. Then she balanced it on the fence and reached inside the box she was sitting on, grabbed a big strap-on dildo and tossed it to River. She managed to catch it thanks to her quick reflexes.

She looked at the plastic toy with worn leather straps and rusted buckle for a few seconds in confusion. “Go ahead, put it on,” said the slavecop and checked her watch. “You’ll properly threehole your captive. Primary, secondary, tertiary, in that order. You have ten minutes. When you’re done raping your bitch, drop the used dildo in that blue box over there. Not this one with the clean stuff, got it?”

River opened her mouth to say something, but she was preempted by a cane slashing her butt. “Move you ass, stupid cunt!” ordered the second slavecop standing right behind her.

She quickly put the dildo on with her free hand, and paused for a moment when her eyes met with Daphne’s. The blonde was equally surprised, no terrified, by the slavecop’s command. River realized that she was still holding her friend’s hair firmly in her left hand.

“I’m…” she started, but another cane landed on her butt. “Runner, go and bend over there. Hands on the fence. Arch your back. Part your legs for penetration,” yelled the slavecop behind them. “Hunter, start raping.”

“Yes Miss,” both replied in unison, terror in their voices. River hesitated for a second before letting Daph’s hair go. The other quickly did as told, bent over the fence, and parted her legs exposing her exquisite cockslots for River to fuck.

River stood behind her friend, momentarily enthralled by her perfectly round bottom and pink holes glistening under the sunlight. Daph was wet and ready, certainly. She still didn’t know exactly what to do. She thought for a moment and looked down, to examine the silicone phallus in her hand. She spat in her palm and used it to lubricate the frighteningly large thing. Daphne’s primary looked rape-ready anyway, but she didn’t want to leave anything to chance. The last thing she wanted was to make this awful experience worse for her bestie than it already was. She held the thing against her captive’s vaginal entrance and hesitated for another few seconds.

When another painful reminder slashed just below her buttocks, she instinctively moved her hips away from the impact and into her friend’s pussy. Her brief shriek of pain was drowned by Daph’s subsequent scream. It was the most confusing scream too. Definitely started with a strong note of surprise and pain, but almost turned into a lustful moan towards the end.

Perhaps that was what River wanted to hear. After all, it was what she felt the night before, while she was serving Agent Yeoman. A confusing mixture of surprise, pain, humiliation, and pleasure. She hoped that Daphne wouldn’t be terrified or repulsed by her actions. She simply wanted to give this beautiful angel some pleasure, no matter the circumstances. Perhaps this strange situation was the best possible opportunity to do so?

As gently as she could, she started to move her hips, awkwardly. Yes, she was ordered to rape her captive, but they didn’t specify how. She was going to do her best to treat this delicate flower the way she deserved, lovingly and softly-

“Fuck that dirty runner harder, you stupid cunt!” yelled the slavecop and landed two more hits on her reddened butt. “This isn’t your honeymoon. She’s a filthy criminal. Perhaps an ungrateful fluffer, even. Punish that ass!” Another slash, then another, then another.

River sped up in response to the brutal caning, transferring her pain to the blonde she was violating. The slavecop moved on to supervise the others along the fence after a while, but River kept the tempo until the next command.

“Switch to secondary fuckhole. Show no mercy!”

Tears running down her cheeks, she quickly pulled out of Daph’s pussy and placed the dildo at her anal opening. She expected the cane to force her to thrust forward, but nothing happened. She waited longer, hoping. Thankfully, it came a few seconds later. The cane hurt, but it also relieved her conscience. Now she had no choice but to fuck Daphne in the ass.

She thrust forward. The rod was well-lubed with Daphne’s pussy juices but her sphincter resisted with all her strength for a few seconds. River grabbed the blonde by her slender waist with both hands and pushed a few times without success.

“Slap it!” ordered the slavecop. “Hit her until she stops resisting. “Asscheeks, pussy, hips, back, face. Hit her until she gives in!”

“I… I can’t”, the brunette whined. “This is too-”

“Of course you can, you stupid cunt,” replied the uniform and started to hit both girls with her cane. “The bitches we chase in the real world, they don’t all surrender like sheep. You have to make them submit by force if necessary.” She continued to hit Daph harder and harder, leaving another unsightly red-purple stripe on her beautiful pink butt with every ruthless stroke.

At some point, the blonde’s overwhelmed body gave up and let the intruder in. “Stop!” begged River. “Please stop hitting her. I’m in. I’m fucking her, see?”

The slavecop took a step back and exhaled, then tapped River on the cheek with her instrument of torture. “Well done, stupid cunt. Fuck that ass for two more minutes, then make her suck it clean.”

“Yes miss,” sniffled River as she kept pumping the blonde in the ass faster and harder. While she did, she realized that this was probably Daph’s first assrape. She was her first kiss, and now, she was also her first anal-rapist. Certainly something she didn’t want as a shared memory.

As she fucked her best friend and crush in the ass in the most mechanical way, her mind wandered. Her thoughts jumped from one totally unrelated topic to another, anything but what she was doing. After who know how long, another cane brought her back, reminding her that it was time for the next phase.

“Grab her by the hair and pull her down to her knees, cadet stupid cunt,” ordered the mean slavecop. River took a deep breath and pulled her fake penis out of Daph’s secondary fuckhole, bunched her golden locks in her left fist and pulled her back as gently as possible. Her kindness was punished by another slash right below her buttocks. She bit her lower lip and yanked her friend a bit more forcefully. Daphne offered no resistance and immediately fell down on her knees, joined her wrists behind her back, and opened her mouth obediently for the last part of her violation.

“Come on, do it,” she whispered looking up with teary blue eyes. “I don’t want you to suffer more. That cane, it’s awful. Let’s get it over with before that monster returns.”

Daphne didn’t want her to suffer? As if River wasn’t the one assraping her like a brute! She truly was innocent and pure like an angel.

“Don’t worry,” she continued. “It’s not like I never had a dildo in my mouth.”

She had dildos in her mouth before? Daphne, the true virgin, had… No! That wasn’t the important thing to focus on right now. River shook the thought off and took a deep breath. Then she held her silicone member and placed its tip on her captive’s lower lip. When Daph opened wider, she pushed it in. The dildo easily entered the girl’s mouth, stretching her full lips. River froze for a moment and looked at the mean slavecop with the cane. She was a few meters away, supervising other awkward, reluctant violations.

“Should I do your... mouth... or will you suck on it yourself?” she whispered in confusion. “I blacked out a little when the bitch was caning my poor butt. What was her exact command?”

“I don’t know” mumbled the blonde. “I’ll do it, I guess. I think I heard the word suck.” She adjusted her posture and started to fellate her bestie’s fake cock awkwardly.

That image… She looked simply… breathtaking. River gasped. Enslavement, abuse, humiliation, none mattered at that moment. The thing she hated the most in the universe was that stupid silicone rod… It was the only thing between her wet womanhood and Daphne’s full lips.

“That’s enough cunts!”

Another slash. “I think you had enough fun, cadet,” grinned the mean slavecop and yanked Daphne onto her feet.

“Remove the strap-on and get back in line. Now it’s your turn. Time for you to run and the blondie to chase.”

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

The Choice​

Somehow, she was calmer now. Within a few minutes, the loud voices in her head started to wane. The initial shock was magically gone, and her worries started to disappear. Her mind went blank and instincts took over at some point. She suddenly found herself “in the zone” once again, even though it seemed impossible just moments ago.

It often happened when she performed fellatio. A magical, totally unexpected point in time when her mind shut up, shut down. A soothing hum. Total calm and serenity. Nothing in her head. Just a big fat dick in her mouth. Going in and out, stretching her lips, pressing down her tongue, entering her throat, fucking it and fucking it and fucking it.

It felt natural. It was natural. Very simple too. People often said sucking dick was easy to learn but hard to master. Not for her. She was an exceptional cocksucker right from the start. She didn’t even need the praise the men who utilized her often showered her with. She could simply tell from their reactions. She was smart and skilled, learned new techniques fast, adapted quickly to different needs and tastes, and most importantly, she drew great satisfaction from a job well performed. The act itself could be humiliating and painful, of course, as it was often the case. Men were brutal, and they rarely cared about the mouth they fucked, especially here at the office. But she managed to see every facerape as a task she had to perform well. Even with violent skullfuckers, she felt the urge to contribute and did her best to enhance their experience.

Two minutes ago, her worst nightmare was realized. Faced with a terrible choice, she was at the precipice of a panic attack. Now, as she sucked on this particular penis, the world seemed simpler. It meant no more choices. Mo more dilemmas, complex machinations, worrying about the next step and the next choice and the next problem. Getting down on her knees and sucking this dick was probably the last real choice she ever had to make.


* * *


15 minutes earlier.

She put the phone down, took a deep breath, and stood up. She froze like a confused meerkat for a moment, her nervous mind racing. It was the first time she was summoned by her boss Mister Ulfbock to his office since she was hired by the firm. What could be the reason? Something bad, most definitely.

She gasped when a number of disaster scenarios rushed to her mind. Suddenly there was no air to breathe in her tiny office, which was slightly bigger than a standard toilet stall. She looked down and checked her dress. Unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing her best outfit that day. She quickly slipped out of the cheap tearaway two-piece she wore on Tuesdays, and put on the baby-blue emergency outfit she kept in her bottom desk drawer. She replaced her shoes with her best pumps. She was ready within a minute.

Mr Ulfbock had a reputation of rewarding punctuality and harshly punishing lateness, so she knew she had to be quick. She took the elevator to the 45th floor and walked down the corridor that led to the offices of Mr Ulfbock and Mr Hirsch. She was on the executive floor only once before, when she needed to drop off some files two years ago, but never been to this part of it. This place was off limits to lowly mortals like herself.

“Sofia!”

She stopped in her tracks and nervously smiled at the young sexretary standing at the end of the corridor. The tall graceful woman smiled back. She looked vaguely familiar. “Hello! Remember me? Shani. Shani Mrembo. From the executive relief training… Three, no, four years ago?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Sofia a little too loudly. “I remember, of course. Shani. How you been?”

“Quite well,” the other beamed and pointed at the big ornate door of Ulfbock’s office. “I’m the big man’s sexretary now. One of them, I should say.”

Sofia tried to keep her smile up. She was too nervous to engage in small talk. “Um… Do you have any idea why I’m here?” she asked timidly. “Is this about the Tyran case, or…”

“I‘m not at the liberty to comment, I’m afraid” the other pouted. “Mr Ulfbock has been conducting interviews since yesterday. There’s someone in there right now. Why don’t you take a seat over here? I’ll call you when he’s ready to see you.”

“Thank you” nodded Sofia and collapsed on a highly ornate but extremely uncomfortable chair in the waiting area. The boss conducting Interviews? She was even more confused now.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a familiar face emerged from the office. Sofia recognized Inez Cadela, a veteran paralegal who worked at the floor above hers. She quickly examined the woman from tip to toe for clues, but her face revealed nothing. As she walked by, she caught her gaze and smiled politely, then left without saying anything.

“Sofia, the boss will see you now.”

She stood up and took a deep breath, and followed Shani into the big boss’s huge office with shaky legs.

“Masterless slut Sofia Necia from the 42nd, Mr Ulfbock,” announced the sexretary. The man dropped his reading glasses on the desk and looked up. With his long white hair neatly bunched in a short ponytail and well-trimmed beard he looked like an ageing painter rather than a ruthless lawyer.

“Slut Necia,” he repeated with a smile and stood up, then gestured toward the two leather chairs facing each other by the huge window. “Have a seat.”

“Would you like something to drink?” the sexretary asked.

“Coffee for me.” replied the man and sat down. Sofia asked for a glass of water and perched on the edge of the other chair.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Thank you Shani. That will be all.”

The woman bowed respectfully and left like a floating fairy. Sofia followed her graceful steps as if she was mesmerized.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you here, masterless slut Necia,” started the man. Sofia nodded nervously and forced a smile. “Do you have any guesses?”

“I t-thought… Perhaps the Tyran case?… I was on that team, and…”

“That case was not winnable,” dismissed the man. “I don’t blame anyone for that. Certainly not a female paralegal who was charged with babysitting those two scared girls.”

Sofia smiled again, but was hardly relieved.

Ulfbock opened the file he brought from his desk and took a look inside. “This is your 5th year with us, right? You’re a very efficient and hardworking femployee. I’m told you took the bar exam and passed with great marks last year. Unofficially, of course. If only you were a man, right?” He looked up and smiled.

Sofia nodded again, unable to find the correct response. She was flabbergasted. The boss was nothing she imagined him to be. He was relaxed, cordial, and almost friendly.

“This says you had your annual review recently, slut Necia,” he continued. “Passed with flying colors. I see nothing but praise here. Knowledgeable, competent, hardworking, teamworker, good communicator, exceptional cocksucker, tight holes.” He dropped the file back on his lap. “How are they treating you down there, on the 42th floor?” he asked. “What is the femployee utilization schedule for your department?”

“Weekly threeholings by the section chief, and monthly office-wide gangrapes, Sir,” she answered timidly. “And blowjobs, of course, whenever required.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “I talked to your section chief, Mr Clausen. Actually, you’re here on his recommendation. He said he met many women with brains, many with exceptional fellatio skills, and many with tight holes. He claims that you are the only one he met with all three qualities.”

“Oh?” Sofia exclaimed. Should she be flattered? Once again, she didn’t know how to respond. She had no inkling about where this conversation was going.

“How old are you again?”

“I’m… twenty-six, Sir” she answered. Then fear hit her. Was she getting too old for the firm? was she going to be laid off?

“Not married or engaged. Not regularized?”

“Currently… I’m not regularly utilized outside of work, Sir,” she replied.

“That’s good.” Ulfbock commented. It was good? What did he mean by that? “Here’s the answer to the question in your head, Necia. You probably heard that my wife of 47 years passed away recently.” Sofia nodded. Mrs Ulfbock was killed in a car accident less than three months ago. “After her passing, I decided to get rid of the rest of my harem too. Donated them to charities, to be exact. I had my reasons. That’s not important.” He leaned forward and looked into Sofia’s widened eyes. “Long story short, I’m getting sick of the rentals I’ve been fucking since. I decided to build a new one.”

“A new one?”

“A new harem,” he smiled. “And yes, you guessed it. You are one of the candidates I‘m considering to acquire.”

Sofia opened her mouth but was unable to produce a sound. While she tried to find something to say, the sexretary returned with a tray and served the drinks.

“I had the same talk with Shani last week,” the man said and leaned back with a wider smile. “After some soul searching she agreed to be put on enslavement track. I’ll be testing and training her throughout the month. At the end of this trial period, I’ll decide whether or not to enslave her. So far, she is doing a very good job. I'm especially impressed with her morning ritual technique. And of course, this wonderful ass. Simply a delight to fuck.”

He reached and squeezed the young woman’s butt. To Sofia’s surprise this didn’t make him look like a dirty old man abusing an employee. Somehow, he managed to appear like an affectionate fatherly figure.

Shani thanked for the lewd gesture with a smile. Sofia searched the woman’s face for a sign of fear or deception, but couldn’t find any.

“And that’s why I invited you here today, masterless slut Necia. You are just the type of woman I want in my harem. Not too young and stupid to have a meaningful conversation, and not too old to fuck. I had the company detectives prepare a thorough report on you, and their results support my initial opinion. Just the perfect combination of brains and pussy to satisfy both my intellectual and sexual needs.”

He pulled a document from the file and handed it to the stunned young woman. “I’m officially putting you on executive enslavement track, Sofia. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be working here, on this floor. You'll join Shani and two others who are on the same program. You’ll be given a spacious office with a nice view. In addition to all the essentials you need to perform your usual duties, you’ll also have a bed in there for me to rape you whenever I want. You’ll allocate 40 percent of your time on learning new pleasuring techniques and improving your sex skills. You’ll accompany me to meetings and serve me under the desk from now on. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, I’m sure.”

Sofia looked on with her mouth wide open. Her mind was gone blank. Her ears were ringing. Was this a nightmare?

“Of course, as a freewoman, you can reject this generous, once-in-a-lifetime offer,” the man continued. “Just know that such a decision will effectively end your employment with the firm.”

She shivered. They both knew that she wouldn’t be able to find another job in her field of expertise as a twenty-six year old woman, and it would be impossible for her to pay for her next freedom permit. Her current permit was going to run out in less than a month, after which point he could simply confiscate her for free. Surely the timing of this offer wasn’t a coincidence. There was no way out. It was a hostile takeover of her body.

“How long do I have to think about your… g-generous offer, Sir?” she stammered after a long silence. “This is a very big deci-”

“You have ten seconds,” replied the man and smiled. “I’ll count to ten, and when I’m finished, I want to see you totally naked, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth.”

 

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Slavecop Academy 17: Catching-up​

“Sit!”

She hesitated for a moment. It was an unusual order. For the past week, she had heard a lot of kneels, all-fours and bend overs, but not a single “sit.”

Amused by her confusion, Master-Agent Yeoman calmly tapped on his desk. “Come here, Cadet Whoreswine.”

Willow shuddered. Even after a full week at the Academy, she was unable to get used that horrible servonym she was given. It was probably the worst one among the girls who were named so far.

“You don’t like your servonym, Whoreswine?” asked the man, as she obediently walked over and sat on his desk.

“No, master,” she replied.

“Who named you again?”

“Master-Agent Hinkle, master,” she blurted quickly. “After the… betrayal room.”

“Yes, of course. You won your first encounter. Defeated your friend, the blonde… er…”

“Daphn-… Cadet Rapetoy, master.”

“That’s right. Rapetoy, Supplecunt, and Whoreswine! The three "besties.”

Willow swallowed nervously. She knew that River and Daphne spent full nights with the man since they were brought in. She didn’t have to be a genius to guess that it was her turn to serve him throughout the night.

“Hinkle is a cruel asshole for sure,” Yeoman grinned. “But he doesn’t name cunts randomly. I assume you had done something in that betrayal room that warrants the name.”

Willow’s face changed subtly, but she didn’t respond.

“Doesn’t matter,” said the agent as he continued to walk around the desk. “This report says that you’re kind of a a genius. Top marks in all general and female-only classes. In addition to those, you unofficially audited male-only courses too. I’m sure you’d have performed better than those dickheads if girls were allowed to take the exams.” He stopped in front of the shivering cadet and leaned in with inquisitive eyes. “You would have, right?”

Willow took a deep breath. “This cunt believes so, Master-agent, Sir.”

“You were smarter than them all. Their incompetence and stupidity flabbergasted... even disgusted you, eh?”

“Yes, Sir,” she admitted after a long pause. She wouldn’t have answered truthfully if she knew nothing about Yeoman. Thankfully River had warned her and Daph about the man’s unusual character. “Be honest and answer his questions genuinely,” River recommended at their first meaningful chat after their enslavement. “If you serve him as enthusiastically as possible, he treats and rewards you fairly.” River was a smart girl and Wil trusted her judgment, of course, but she had a hard time imagining a man, a veteran BFA officer, treating a female almost like a human being. Even after Daphne returned from her all-nighter with the man with a similar positive impression, she still had her suspicions.
Regardless, she chose to take her friends’ suggestions and answer truthfully, even though her own mind screamed “no.”
Cadet Supplecunt speaks highly of you,” the man continued, ignoring her timid irreverence. “She says you’re too smart to be a simple hound.”
Willow didn’t respond. Like all the recruits in her class, she had learned not to speak without permission… the hard way. But of course, she fully agreed with the statement.

“That girl has great instincts,” continued Yeoman. “She’ll be an exemplary slavecop, I have no doubt. The blonde too. She’s not as vicious a predator, but she’ll make a good hound and navigator. And most importantly, an exceptional cocksucker.” Wil took another deep breath nervously.

“But with you… I’m not sure. Perhaps…” He stopped in front of her and looked into her big green eyes. “Tell me, why are you still fully naked, Whoreswine?

“Um… This cunt was unable to earn any clothing items yet, Master,” replied Wil, with her voice shaking. She was truly ashamed of that fact. In contrast, River was now in complete cadet uniform, which was comprised of a white tank top, blue panties, thigh-high leggings, and a pair of high heeled boots. It was the most ridiculously skimpy slutfit ever, but it somehow made her friend look like a real warrior among her naked and semi-naked sisters. Even Daphne had earned a tank top and leggings. Willow, on the other hand, was still one of the slowly decreasing number of recruits who still wandered around in their birthday suits.

“That I can see. Question is why. Why are you still naked?”

“This cunt was… unable to show her skills, Master. Never had a good chance to…”

“Utilization record,” interrupted the agent with a dismissive hand wave.

“This cunt served with her mouth 62 times since her enslavement, Master-Agent,” she replied quickly. “Utilized only once in the primary... briefly.”

“62 facerapes, but no clothes,” summarized the man. “How embarrassing!”

His words brought the girl to the brink of tears. Was she really ashamed of her sub-par blowjobs?

“Are you useless as a fucktoy, Whoreswine?” asked the man immediately, twisting the dagger inside.

She didn’t know the answer. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. “T-this cunt…” she started, but the man silenced her by bringing his finger to her lips.

“Let's find out, huh? Lie down. On your back.”

She swallowed and did as told. It was time. She was about to get raped properly for the first time since her haphazard devirginization.

“Cross your wrists over your head. You’re restrained until I say otherwise”

“Yes Master.”

“Open your legs.”

She obeyed without hesitation. Yeoman approached the desk, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to the edge, leaving her inexperienced holes at the mercy of his throbbing hard cock.

“I think I’ll start your first threeholing with your primary, Whoreswine. I’ll switch to your secondary in exactly three minutes. I’ll fuck your ass for another three, and finish in your mouth. You are allowed to climax once during this process, but only if you properly beg for it beforehand. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master, thank you.” She already knew that she wouldn't be able to cum. Not while getting raped by a stranger.

“If I find you satisfactory, I’ll let you stay and serve me tonight.”

Wil took a deep breath to calm herself down. He took his member out, placed it at the entrance of her pussy, and shoved it in slowly. She gasped as the big organ stretched her panicking womanhood and hit her cervix like a battering ram. It was nothing like the two-second assault she suffered earlier that week. He was a lot gentler to start with, which was utterly surprising. Even though Yeoman’s cock felt a lot bigger inside her, it didn’t hurt as much as the first one.

The man gave her a moment to breathe, then started to move like a piston, immediately overwhelming her brain with sensations she had never felt before. He continued to fuck her, slowly at first, altering his speed and depth occasionally. Like any good explorer, he was searching and looking, poking around, testing her limits, observing her reactions, and certainly enjoying her pleasure induced confusion.

Her first proper rape! It was… surprisingly painless... even pleasant.

Then, as suddenly as he entered her, he pulled out. Wil almost screamed in frustration when his cock popped out of her gaping fuckhole. She shrieked in pain instead when he rammed the steely rod into her asshole half a second later. Just like that, the only virginity she had retained so far was gone.

As she feared, the assrape was a lot more painful. Tears gushed out of her eyes. She bit her lower lip in order not to scream.

Yeoman wasn’t going easy on her this time. He didn’t seem to enjoy it much either. There was no exploration or pace variation, just a soulless, monotonous reaming of her tight little secondary hole. Whether he liked it or not, he continued to fuck her in the butt for exactly three minutes before he finally pulled out.

She expected an “on your knees” order to follow, but it never came. Instead, he leaned over and yanked her by her hair to rotate her body around. Her head dropped down the edge of the table, which caused her full lips to part naturally. Without wasting any time, he placed his dick between them and forced his way into her mouth without mercy. As she struggled to adapt to this violent assault, he grabbed her slender neck with both hands and started to fuck her throat as if it was nothing but a silicone cocksleeve. Thankfully, he was already close to the point of no return, so Wil somehow managed not to choke before he exploded in her gullet.

His cock remained lodged in her throat until he finished unloading and caught his breath. Ignoring her obvious discomfort, he took his time pulling out. Once it popped out of her mouth, he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up like a ragdoll.

“Well done, Whoreswine,” he said with a soft voice. “Take a deep breath. Wrists unrestrained. You can relax now. Turns out you’re indeed a pleasure to fuck. I’ll let you stay the night. And if you serve well, you can leave this room in full uniform. How do you like the sound of that?”

“Thank you Master-Agent Yeoman, Sir,” she exhaled excitedly. For the first time since she was brought in this horrible place, she felt a strong urge to make an effort and… excel in her tasks.

“And perhaps, we can finally answer the big question that has been ricocheting in your head since you arrived, sweetheart.”

Wil looked up with inquiring eyes.

“As the only man who nine-holed you, at the end of the night I will be able to tell who’s the best fucktoy out of you three.” He smiled. “Are you ready to show me your skills, Cadet Whoreswine?

 

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The Contract​

“Are you ready?”

Sofia nodded. She felt like she had been nodding constantly since that moment she agreed to be put on “executive enslavement track” by her boss Erhard Ulfbock. It was almost like she was already a slave, mentally.

“You brought your copy with you, I’m sure?”

She nodded again, and tapped on the file she was holding in front of her crotch like a shield. Shani smiled. “Very good. Follow me. There is an unoccupied meeting room around the corner. We’ll go over the contract before you meet Mr Ulfbock.”

Another nod and a nervous smile, then she followed the tall sexretary into a mid-size glass-walled room with an oval table and a few chairs. It was one of the so-called “aquariums” they used to meet clients in. She sat down across her and put her file on the table.

Shani opened her own copy of the EET contract and looked at the nervous paralegal with a warm smile. “Try to relax, Sofia. This is standard boiler-plate stuff. I’m sure you have gone through a million of these.”

“Actually,” the redhead started, “I worked… specialized in involuntary female acquisitions. I’ve never seen one of these before.”

“No problem,” the other waved. “It is simple and straightforward. A comprehensive list of your duties and obligations as an enslaveable femployee, some new restrictions you should be aware of, and some other legalese you’d be better equipped to understand than a simple sexretary like me.”

“You signed the same contract?”

“Yes, I have. Exactly a week ago.”

“Any... regrets?”

“No. I mean, I…. No, of course not.”

Sofia nodded like a puppet, again. At least her neck was getting some exercise. She needed the flexibility for the endless under-the-table-blowjobs anyway.

“He mentioned that… he liked the morning rituals you performed,” started Sofia after a long awkward silence. “Does this mean-”

“Yes, he took me home a few times for overnight utilization,” interrupted the young woman. “I performed it twice so far, as well I could. I never had a relationship before, so it was my first time too. Kinda winged it. Luckily, my performance was satisfactory for Mr Ulfbock.”

She turned the page and moved her index finger down until she found the section she was looking for.

“Here. Page 3, section c, article 5 clarifies the times and locations you can be utilized. It’s a thorough list. To be honest, you’d basically agree to serve wherever and whenever the boss wants… including his home after work hours, obviously. See the following clause. Even in your own home, he’ll be entitled to visit anytime to rape you.”

“Of course,” Sofia mumbled, trying hard to hide her terror. “Did he-”

“Yes, once,” Shani replied quickly. “I don’t think he liked my bed though. Bought me a new one the next day, with integrated shackles and stuff. So, I expect him to visit again soon, and often.” She paused. “You should too, I guess.”

Sofia straightened up and cleared her throat. “I’m more concerned about the work hours,” she started with a shaky voice. “Mr Ulfbock… um… or is it Master Ulfbock? What should I-”

“Mister is fine for now,” Shani smiled. “You don’t have to change the way you address him until he makes the decision about you at the end of the trial month. I have to admit, I made the same mistake once. In front of one of his clients too. He gave me an immediate corrective spanking. Fully nude, of course. Once again, expect it to happen to you if you screw up. It’s a part of the training process.”

“So… Mr Ulfbock said yesterday, that I have to perform my usual duties… but I also have to devote forty percent of my time here to develop sexual service skills.” She nervously looked down to find the relevant section in her copy of the EET contract. “These skills are not specified here, but a reference is made to an official guideline. I don’t have any idea what that is.”

“Yes,” said Shani and put a handbook on the table. She put her slender fingers on it and pushed it towards the redhead. “The latest S2C Transition guidelines published by the BFA Department of Female Allocation and Management. It’s mostly about legal procedures and financial matters, but there is a section listing all the skills a woman is expected to acquire at the end of her transition from ‘masterless slut’ to ‘owned cunt’ status. The instructions are very clear and easy to understand for females. The detailed illustrations are helpful too.”

Sofia picked up the manual with another robotic nod, and quickly shuffled through it. Humiliating homework. That’s what it basically was. She had participated in a lot of S2C cases throughout her career, of course, but they were all hostile takeovers and confiscations, not voluntary transitions the client had ample time to prepare herself by studying manuals. She herself never had to deal with the transition part. Her job generally ended when the contested woman is enslaved, or in the rarest cases, survived with her freedom.

“Of course, this is just theoretical stuff,” Shani clarified. “In practice, you’ll probably do what I have been doing. Watch instructional BFA videos and porn… Lots and lots of porn. Mister Ulfbock gave me a long list of materials he personally approved. I’ll share it with you.”

“Thanks,” Sofia mumbled. She was going to be paid to watch porn at work?

“If we take my experience as a template for what you’ll be doing,” started the sexretary, “you’ll be performing what you had learned immediately and often, especially in the first few days. As you might know, there are four of us. It’s you, me, Hannah Sanderson and Juliana West. We don’t know how many of us Mr Ulfbock plans to enslave in the end. It could be all of us, or perhaps none of us. We will be both competing and collaborating to serve his cock to our best abilities. You’ll experience that duality in action every morning. The procedure is simple. We will welcome him at the door of his office, in sheer stockings and high heels and nothing else, follow him to his office, suck his cock one by one and in combinations until he decides to pick one of us to threehole thoroughly. He has a fully equipped raperoom at the back of his office.” She paused to let her description sink in. “Don’t be discouraged if he doesn’t pick you to fuck a few times in a row. It doesn’t necessarily mean you failed, or the other candidate won. It’s just the way he trains women. Keeps us constantly on our toes.” She smiled. “I mean, literally. You’ll always be on your toes, high heels or not. It’s his preference.”

Sofia kept nodding absentmindedly. This entire thing sounded surreal. “You said there’s a chance that he won’t enslave some of us,” she said after a while. “What happens if I’m not chosen at the end of the month? How will the next day look like?”

“Simple,” Shani smiled. “You’ll go back to the 42nd.”

“So... I’m not going to be fired?”

“Of course not. You’re one of the best femployees the firm has. I’ve seen all the glowing reports from your superiors. They love raping you down there.”

“I see,” mumbled Sofia. She should be relieved to hear that, but somehow, she wasn’t sure if that was an outcome she wanted.

“I know what you’re thinking, because I have gone through the same process,” said Shani, noticing the way Sofia’s face changed. “I’ll simplify it for you. You have three ways out of this. First and worst case scenario, you refuse to sign the EETC, lose your job, your permit runs out next month, after which Mr Ulfbock can immediately enslave you against your will. I know he will for a fact, because he made me buy a stock option on you just before yesterday's meeting. And believe me, he might be vindictive and brutal if you refuse him. Let’s be honest, he’s a successful cutthroat lawyer… and you know these guys well, they are all ruthless sociopaths.”

Sofia was surprised to hear these words coming out of the sexretary’s mouth. For the first time since the beginning of the conversation, she resisted the urge to nod in affirmation.

“Second and best case scenario, you agree to become his slave voluntarily. Your job is half way done, really. He had researched and watched you, and in the end decided to put you on EET already. Serve him well and impress him further, make sure he doesn’t change his mind. As masters go, he’s not the worst, believe me. He is very rich and very busy, he'll be surrounded by women to utilize here at the office and at home, leaving you alone most of the time. It’s the best life any of us could ever imagine.”

She paused and waited for Sofia to feel the need to nod this time. “And the third option is this. Fail to impress, go back your life of regular office gangrapes and an uncertain future. Actually, it is the real worst option, if you think about it. We both know that we girls are only postponing the inevitable here. One day, we'll all be enslaved and turned into a mindless fuckdoll by a random asshole, right? Can you imagine meeting anyone better than Mr Ulfbock? This is, as he said before, a once-in-lifetime opportunity for all of us lowly office sluts.”

“You’re right of course,” stammered Sofia. She certainly was.

“You read the contract many times already, I’m sure. Any questions?”

Sofia shook her head.

“Great,” Shani smiled. “Then let’s go in there and sign it, eh?” She stood up and Sofia followed. They headed towards the boss’s office. The twenty-six year-old redhead took a deep breath when the sexretary raised her fist to knock on the door. Her life was about to end… change… transform…

Shani turned to her one last time before she knocked. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but Mr Ulfbock had me reschedule his appointments to clear the next three hours. I think he will use that time to rape and torture you thoroughly. It will be brutal too. He will test your limits, see how much pain you can take. Maybe he’ll do us together, or use me to fluff and clean. That’s exactly what he did to me after I signed. Juliana was the fluffer to my first violation.”

She turned and knocked.

“Come in!”

Even though her mind started screaming in panic the moment she heard the boss’s voice, Sofia followed the sexretary inside, as if her body was taken over by a strange force. Ulfbock smiled as she approached his desk like a shy bride, his amusement grew when he noticed the confusion and reluctance on her blushing beautiful face. Despite all that, she picked up the pen and signed the document like a programmed robot. Everything felt like a lucid dream.

“Very well,” the man said and stood up. “Slut Mrembo, take slut Necia to the raperoom. Remove her clothes and restrain her with her arms up. I think I’ll begin with a full body flogging this time.” He put the contract in a drawer and started to unbutton his shirt. “I hope you don’t have any lunch plans, ladies. Because I’ll keep you two here for a while.”