[Erenisch] Novella.
- Thread starter xxfluffydeathxx
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timbob
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Hi wivers, just saw all your today`s postings recycled at SVS... Funny thing...
wivers
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Well I just checked. At least, since they also posted the covers, the name of the author's going to be pretty visible alongside their art. And they didn't shit on the pictures by compressing and converting them badly, nor blowing them up with awful "upscaling" into huge pixelated messes they'd call "HD". That's quite common.
I don't really get how these people profit from this, but much of this art is shared by Erenisch on their socials media, and these galleries don't contain the text, so it's more publicity for the complete "products".
timbob
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Easy Cash for People clicking previews of deadly slow k2s downloads...
timbob
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Fuckin` cool
xxfluffydeathxx
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I'll try and update either today or tomorrow for you guys.
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Summer Special:
âA party special?â Sloppyslut wheezed.
âYes, they called it that. Girl-Mart Summer Special was the full name, if I remember correctly. Six-pack of cheap cunts, and a big box of party stuff like paper plates, dixie cups, trash bags and other disposable stuff. They even delivered to location, but our guy personally picked us with his van.â
The small audience of five public slaves were fascinated by Loo-Looâs story. Each had their own sob stories with wild twists, violent crescendos, brutal villains, and tragic endings, of course. Every one of their tales had similar story beats. All started with the same radical event, enslavement: The traumatic end of their pseudo-humanity and the beginning of their full objecthood. Most of these transitions were brutal and painful. Forced enslavement was the most common, of course, especially among public slaves. The stories that start with âromantic surrenderâ rarely ended up in dirty back alleys like this.
More often than not, CMRs would get rid of women because of financial reasons. Many pubbies came from poorer families that could not afford the intentionally exorbitant freedom fee. The government made it virtually impossible for a working class girl to keep her freedom longer than a couple weeks after turning rape-age. They kept raising the fees on the permit side, and regularly offered special slave-tax breaks for the lower classes to encourage pussy circulation. If a blue collar male wanted to have his own slave, he had to sell the women in his house.
Eloise came from such a family. Her father was not an unfeeling monster or anything. Just poor. He never treated her badly. He was indifferent and cold, yes, but not cruel or violent. He simply saw Eloise and her sister Vivienne as long term investments. Viv was two years older then Lis, so she was the first to go. It was a truly traumatic experience for the family. Even though they knew what would happen eventually, the women of the house cried and begged to change the manâs mind for days and days prior to the sale⌠to no avail. Her father was truly despondent too, but he simply had no choice. The alternative was back-breaking fees they couldnât afford, only to keep an extra mouth to feed. Neither Viv or Lis had the skills or educational background to earn their keep. All they had was three warm tight holes.
Viv was eventually sold to a middle-aged man who had a high-end clothing store at Leashing, one of the wealthier neighborhoods of the city. For a poor girl from Harlett, this could be seen as a rapid ascension in social status. Eloise chose to imagine her sister âworkingâ in a fancy boutique, wearing nice clothes and floating around like a princess. She was deluding herself of course, but ironically, her fantasy wasnât too far from the truth. Unbeknownst to her, Vivienne was now one of the fuckable mannequins in that store. She had never seen her sister again, so the unlikely fairy tale she concocted remained intact.
When it was her turn to go a couple of years later, Eloise assumed that she was going to be purchased by a wealthier man just like her sister. She was of two minds about it. Leaving her home, especially her mother, was terribly sad and scary, but she was somewhat excited too. She wanted to see what was out there, beyond her miserable existence. So what if the price to pay for that was opening her legs for some old guy a couple of times a day⌠She made her peace with the idea. She was already sucking a lot of dicks at school anyway. She knew she could take it. She was a strong, resilient girl.
Almost two full weeks after her registration, her father came to pick her up from school. He had never done that before, so Eloise immediately knew that it was time. Having learned his lesson from Vivâs tempestuous sale, the man decided to do it after school, without any warning. She and her mother expected him to do something like this anyway. Thatâs why they said their goodbyes every morning like it was their last.
When he put her at the back of his rusty sedan, her mind was already on fire. A million questions ricocheted around in her head. What would her new life look like? New neighborhood, new home, new clothes, new diet⌠What about her master? Would he be good-looking, kind, generous? She didnât expect prince charming, of course. Sheâd take anything not covered in soot, boils, or warts.
To her disappointment, they ended up in a Girl-Mart parking lot. For a few minutes, she hoped that her new master was going to meet them there to take her inside the popular slave-store for registration. That hope died quickly when her father took her to the loading bay at the back and dropped her there.
She was sold to Girl-Mart for 1000 bucks plus a cut from her sales.
It happened so quickly. Her father handed her to the two huge guys on the platform and disappeared in the blink of an eye with a handful of cash. She didnât understand. Why was she so cheap? Was there something wrong with her?
If there was, they never told her. She didnât remember much about what they said during the brief transaction anyway. She just remembered what followed. Her first proper rape. A brutal spitroasting, to be accurate.
One of the men held her by the hair and started ripping her flimsy clothes. The shirt, the skirt, the bra and the panties. She held her breath and froze like a deer caught in headlights. So, that was her panic response. Once she was fully naked, he admired her trembling young body for a few seconds, then pushed her head down violently, forcing her to bend from the waist. She received a few slaps and spanks until she assumed the proper position they wanted her in.
It was the only form of communication she got: Slaps and spanks. They never spoke to her, or gave her verbal commands. They grabbed and pulled, putting her in the positions they wanted, then kept hitting her until she found the proper form. They kept talking to each other as they did, about the game last night, some beef with a coworker they had, or whatever. They talked about anything and everything but her. The message was clear, of course. She was no longer human. She was a commodity to pack up and store away.
She obeyed each and every order to her best ability, without really understand why. She joined her hands at the back after a few well-placed slaps, which allowed the men to tie her wrists and elbows together. They tied her thighs together next, leaving only her lower legs free. She followed them to the next room on tiptoes.
The first thing she saw when she entered was a number of hogtied naked girls lined up on the floor, lying on their bellies. The chorus of moans and sobs stopped immediately when they arrived. The fear and desperation in the room was palpable. She immediately noticed the red cheeks, unsightly bruises, and large amount of cum oozing out of various holes.
The two men dragged her to a small work table at the other end of the large room, walking past the line of well-raped beauties. They threw her on the table on her belly, slapped her a few times until she found the proper position, then entered her from both sides.
Just like that.
Before she could realize what was happening, her virginity was gone. In the blink of an eye. In the most anticlimactic, mundane fashion. Her mind was unable to process it. It was a surreal moment. An out of body experience. Two cocks were now in her, pumping her on both ends, fucking her throat and pussy. Slaps and smacks continued to land left and right, but she no longer understood why. They didnât seem to have any purpose beyond augmenting her pain and humiliation.
After a few minutes, they pulled out and switched places. The man who took her innocence shoved his sloppy dick in her reluctant mouth. Defenseless, she tasted herself for the first time in her life. The other guy had something else in mind. He rubbed the tip of his member in her wet slit for a few seconds, slathering it in her juices, then brutally penetrated her in the ass.
Once again, no warning, no mercy.
A wild string of firsts: Deflowered, spitroasted, and now fully threeholed. Poor Eloise was unable to catch her breath even for a moment. the rape kept speeding up, getting more and more violent and humiliating at every step.
They changed places again, then again. They ejaculated in her mouth after every round, never in her primary or secondary. A couple slaps instructed her to swallow the loads. They didnât have to hit her a lot, because she already knew that women were supposed to swallow while serving multiple rapists. A female didnât even have to ask permission in such cases. It was the standard procedure and the polite thing to do. That was what she learned in class, and that was what she practiced whenever her classmates cornered her to fuck her mouth.
Of course, this nightmare was nothing compared to after school blowbangs or bathroom rape-raids she was used to. When the boys used her, they ejaculated fairly quickly and disappeared. That was more like a hit-and-run type of abuse. These men, on the other hand, were professionals with high endurance. They werenât pimply teenagers with hyperactive hormones. Breaking in women was their job. Even after they ejaculated, they kept going and going.
It didnât matter anyway, because they also had coworkers. About 15 minutes into Eloiseâs first rape, new men arrived to take over. Two new cocks replaced the originals brutalizing her fuckholes. Her violent threeholing continued without respite.
âSo, what happened then?â Asked Sloppyslut, pulling her out of her trance. âYou were sixpacked, thrown into a van⌠I assume it was an outdoor gangbang you were heading to.â
âNo,â dismissed Eloise. âIt was a large house. The guy was loaded for sure.â
âOf course,â Harlotbuns huffed. âBought a sixpack of girls just for a party? That guy probably had a big harem already... full of expensive high-grade cunts. Too delicate for orgy use.â
âIf he had, I never saw them,â Eloise continued. He placed six of us by the pool. Visitors dragged us to different rooms to rape. Most rooms were themed torture dungeons, so I assume it wasnât the first such party he had thrown.â
âThemed?â
âYeah, like a pirate cove, or a medieval dungeon, you know? The last one I was raped in had a horror theme. A dirty butcher shop, with real cutlery and stuff.â
âReal cutlery?â Wheezed Creamycunt, turning heads. The other alleycunts often forgot the strawberry blonde was there because the asshole who held her kept the girl in a sealed cardboard box when he wasnât around.
âYes, and thatâs where I was-â
âThatâs enough gossip for now, whores!â Interrupted a raspy voice. It was Tommy Two-cheeks, the rotund bum with a pronounced knife scar across his face, who claimed Harlotbuns and Sloppylut. The two middle aged pubbies got up quietly and crawled to him without hesitation. The rest of the women in the alley straightened up on their knees and waited respectfully as their friends began serving the man at the far corner. Each alleycunt had her own âpseudo-master,â of course, but the clan had a collective reward and punishment system. If a woman crossed a line, violated a clan rule, disrespected a member, or simply stirred up some trouble, she could be punished by any male member. Swift and brutal punishments worked best to maintain discipline in the group.
âLoo-loo!â The man yelled from the corner after finishing in Harlotbunsâ mouth. âOld Buck wants you by the fountain in five minutes. Itâs almost opening time for the clu bs and pubs. Soon the park will be crawling with drunks will full bladders.â
âYes Tommy,â sighed Eloise. It was time for her to earn her keep.
The Alleycunts -1
âA party special?â Sloppyslut wheezed.
âYes, they called it that. Girl-Mart Summer Special was the full name, if I remember correctly. Six-pack of cheap cunts, and a big box of party stuff like paper plates, dixie cups, trash bags and other disposable stuff. They even delivered to location, but our guy personally picked us with his van.â
The small audience of five public slaves were fascinated by Loo-Looâs story. Each had their own sob stories with wild twists, violent crescendos, brutal villains, and tragic endings, of course. Every one of their tales had similar story beats. All started with the same radical event, enslavement: The traumatic end of their pseudo-humanity and the beginning of their full objecthood. Most of these transitions were brutal and painful. Forced enslavement was the most common, of course, especially among public slaves. The stories that start with âromantic surrenderâ rarely ended up in dirty back alleys like this.
More often than not, CMRs would get rid of women because of financial reasons. Many pubbies came from poorer families that could not afford the intentionally exorbitant freedom fee. The government made it virtually impossible for a working class girl to keep her freedom longer than a couple weeks after turning rape-age. They kept raising the fees on the permit side, and regularly offered special slave-tax breaks for the lower classes to encourage pussy circulation. If a blue collar male wanted to have his own slave, he had to sell the women in his house.
Eloise came from such a family. Her father was not an unfeeling monster or anything. Just poor. He never treated her badly. He was indifferent and cold, yes, but not cruel or violent. He simply saw Eloise and her sister Vivienne as long term investments. Viv was two years older then Lis, so she was the first to go. It was a truly traumatic experience for the family. Even though they knew what would happen eventually, the women of the house cried and begged to change the manâs mind for days and days prior to the sale⌠to no avail. Her father was truly despondent too, but he simply had no choice. The alternative was back-breaking fees they couldnât afford, only to keep an extra mouth to feed. Neither Viv or Lis had the skills or educational background to earn their keep. All they had was three warm tight holes.
Viv was eventually sold to a middle-aged man who had a high-end clothing store at Leashing, one of the wealthier neighborhoods of the city. For a poor girl from Harlett, this could be seen as a rapid ascension in social status. Eloise chose to imagine her sister âworkingâ in a fancy boutique, wearing nice clothes and floating around like a princess. She was deluding herself of course, but ironically, her fantasy wasnât too far from the truth. Unbeknownst to her, Vivienne was now one of the fuckable mannequins in that store. She had never seen her sister again, so the unlikely fairy tale she concocted remained intact.
When it was her turn to go a couple of years later, Eloise assumed that she was going to be purchased by a wealthier man just like her sister. She was of two minds about it. Leaving her home, especially her mother, was terribly sad and scary, but she was somewhat excited too. She wanted to see what was out there, beyond her miserable existence. So what if the price to pay for that was opening her legs for some old guy a couple of times a day⌠She made her peace with the idea. She was already sucking a lot of dicks at school anyway. She knew she could take it. She was a strong, resilient girl.
Almost two full weeks after her registration, her father came to pick her up from school. He had never done that before, so Eloise immediately knew that it was time. Having learned his lesson from Vivâs tempestuous sale, the man decided to do it after school, without any warning. She and her mother expected him to do something like this anyway. Thatâs why they said their goodbyes every morning like it was their last.
When he put her at the back of his rusty sedan, her mind was already on fire. A million questions ricocheted around in her head. What would her new life look like? New neighborhood, new home, new clothes, new diet⌠What about her master? Would he be good-looking, kind, generous? She didnât expect prince charming, of course. Sheâd take anything not covered in soot, boils, or warts.
To her disappointment, they ended up in a Girl-Mart parking lot. For a few minutes, she hoped that her new master was going to meet them there to take her inside the popular slave-store for registration. That hope died quickly when her father took her to the loading bay at the back and dropped her there.
She was sold to Girl-Mart for 1000 bucks plus a cut from her sales.
It happened so quickly. Her father handed her to the two huge guys on the platform and disappeared in the blink of an eye with a handful of cash. She didnât understand. Why was she so cheap? Was there something wrong with her?
If there was, they never told her. She didnât remember much about what they said during the brief transaction anyway. She just remembered what followed. Her first proper rape. A brutal spitroasting, to be accurate.
One of the men held her by the hair and started ripping her flimsy clothes. The shirt, the skirt, the bra and the panties. She held her breath and froze like a deer caught in headlights. So, that was her panic response. Once she was fully naked, he admired her trembling young body for a few seconds, then pushed her head down violently, forcing her to bend from the waist. She received a few slaps and spanks until she assumed the proper position they wanted her in.
It was the only form of communication she got: Slaps and spanks. They never spoke to her, or gave her verbal commands. They grabbed and pulled, putting her in the positions they wanted, then kept hitting her until she found the proper form. They kept talking to each other as they did, about the game last night, some beef with a coworker they had, or whatever. They talked about anything and everything but her. The message was clear, of course. She was no longer human. She was a commodity to pack up and store away.
She obeyed each and every order to her best ability, without really understand why. She joined her hands at the back after a few well-placed slaps, which allowed the men to tie her wrists and elbows together. They tied her thighs together next, leaving only her lower legs free. She followed them to the next room on tiptoes.
The first thing she saw when she entered was a number of hogtied naked girls lined up on the floor, lying on their bellies. The chorus of moans and sobs stopped immediately when they arrived. The fear and desperation in the room was palpable. She immediately noticed the red cheeks, unsightly bruises, and large amount of cum oozing out of various holes.
The two men dragged her to a small work table at the other end of the large room, walking past the line of well-raped beauties. They threw her on the table on her belly, slapped her a few times until she found the proper position, then entered her from both sides.
Just like that.
Before she could realize what was happening, her virginity was gone. In the blink of an eye. In the most anticlimactic, mundane fashion. Her mind was unable to process it. It was a surreal moment. An out of body experience. Two cocks were now in her, pumping her on both ends, fucking her throat and pussy. Slaps and smacks continued to land left and right, but she no longer understood why. They didnât seem to have any purpose beyond augmenting her pain and humiliation.
After a few minutes, they pulled out and switched places. The man who took her innocence shoved his sloppy dick in her reluctant mouth. Defenseless, she tasted herself for the first time in her life. The other guy had something else in mind. He rubbed the tip of his member in her wet slit for a few seconds, slathering it in her juices, then brutally penetrated her in the ass.
Once again, no warning, no mercy.
A wild string of firsts: Deflowered, spitroasted, and now fully threeholed. Poor Eloise was unable to catch her breath even for a moment. the rape kept speeding up, getting more and more violent and humiliating at every step.
They changed places again, then again. They ejaculated in her mouth after every round, never in her primary or secondary. A couple slaps instructed her to swallow the loads. They didnât have to hit her a lot, because she already knew that women were supposed to swallow while serving multiple rapists. A female didnât even have to ask permission in such cases. It was the standard procedure and the polite thing to do. That was what she learned in class, and that was what she practiced whenever her classmates cornered her to fuck her mouth.
Of course, this nightmare was nothing compared to after school blowbangs or bathroom rape-raids she was used to. When the boys used her, they ejaculated fairly quickly and disappeared. That was more like a hit-and-run type of abuse. These men, on the other hand, were professionals with high endurance. They werenât pimply teenagers with hyperactive hormones. Breaking in women was their job. Even after they ejaculated, they kept going and going.
It didnât matter anyway, because they also had coworkers. About 15 minutes into Eloiseâs first rape, new men arrived to take over. Two new cocks replaced the originals brutalizing her fuckholes. Her violent threeholing continued without respite.
âSo, what happened then?â Asked Sloppyslut, pulling her out of her trance. âYou were sixpacked, thrown into a van⌠I assume it was an outdoor gangbang you were heading to.â
âNo,â dismissed Eloise. âIt was a large house. The guy was loaded for sure.â
âOf course,â Harlotbuns huffed. âBought a sixpack of girls just for a party? That guy probably had a big harem already... full of expensive high-grade cunts. Too delicate for orgy use.â
âIf he had, I never saw them,â Eloise continued. He placed six of us by the pool. Visitors dragged us to different rooms to rape. Most rooms were themed torture dungeons, so I assume it wasnât the first such party he had thrown.â
âThemed?â
âYeah, like a pirate cove, or a medieval dungeon, you know? The last one I was raped in had a horror theme. A dirty butcher shop, with real cutlery and stuff.â
âReal cutlery?â Wheezed Creamycunt, turning heads. The other alleycunts often forgot the strawberry blonde was there because the asshole who held her kept the girl in a sealed cardboard box when he wasnât around.
âYes, and thatâs where I was-â
âThatâs enough gossip for now, whores!â Interrupted a raspy voice. It was Tommy Two-cheeks, the rotund bum with a pronounced knife scar across his face, who claimed Harlotbuns and Sloppylut. The two middle aged pubbies got up quietly and crawled to him without hesitation. The rest of the women in the alley straightened up on their knees and waited respectfully as their friends began serving the man at the far corner. Each alleycunt had her own âpseudo-master,â of course, but the clan had a collective reward and punishment system. If a woman crossed a line, violated a clan rule, disrespected a member, or simply stirred up some trouble, she could be punished by any male member. Swift and brutal punishments worked best to maintain discipline in the group.
âLoo-loo!â The man yelled from the corner after finishing in Harlotbunsâ mouth. âOld Buck wants you by the fountain in five minutes. Itâs almost opening time for the clu bs and pubs. Soon the park will be crawling with drunks will full bladders.â
âYes Tommy,â sighed Eloise. It was time for her to earn her keep.
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Summer Special:
âYou did well tonight, Loo-Loo. Attagirl!â
âThank you, Buckâ smiled Eloise. She often called the old man by his name when they were alone. He didnât mind. He was not a strict âmaster.â None of the male members of the clan cared about such things. Formal Cuntspeak was not meant for the streets anyway. It was for the pretentious rich folk who raped with a pinky sticking up.
She knew very little about the man who claimed her. He looked old, but she had no idea how old he was under that thick crust of dirt and disheveled bushy beard. Somewhere between 40 and 80, perhaps? He certainly was older than the Glorious Androcratic Revolution. She knew that because he occasionally told her weird, inappropriate, even legally dangerous stories from the past featuring women with a lot of âagency.â It always gave her an adrenaline boost when he did that. They were scary and fascinating at the same time.
That kind of extra stimulation helped while she sucked him off. He probably knew that, because he usually preluded facerapes with a little story. She didnât mind the chore, anyway. His cock wasnât too big or ugly. He was relatively clean too, at least down there. He had to be, since she licked it clean several times a day. He liked soft-and-slows and rarely slapped her, which allowed Eloise to enjoy it too. She liked the calm and silence, soothing, meditative repetition. These relaxing blowies were nothing like the brutal skullfucks she had to endure before he claimed her as his pubbie about a year ago.
The only thing she didnât like about sucking Buckâs cock was the taste of her ultimate reward. Probably because of his unhealthy diet of expired tuna, cheap beer, and cigarette butts, his semen tasted like rotten fish or something. Perhaps thatâs why she prolonged the sessions as womanly possible, in order to postpone the unpleasant finale.
Thankfully, Old Buck never complained about her speed. He was not the type to rush things anyway.
âYou hungry?â Asked the man after dipping her head in the pool at the center of the small park for the last time. This tacky fountain served as her bathtub-slash-trough. It was where he watered her every day and washed her after toilet duty.
âYes Sir,â she nodded, hoping for a sweet treat. She felt like she deserved something. He had already given her an attagirl for her performance.
âLetâs go see if Manny has something for you.â
Her face dropped. Manny sold bird seed to people to feed the pigeons at the park. He looked so ancient, Eloise assumed that he was already sitting on his round rock even before the municipality decided to build this park. He was harmless and quiet, and generous enough to share his leftover merchandise with starving pubbies at the end of the day. The girls appreciated the kind gesture, of course, but none really liked licking birdseed off the ground. That stuff had no significant nutritional value, and it simply tasted like dirt.
Nevertheless, she thanked him and fell on her hands and knees like a good girl. Buck picked up the thick frayed rope tied around her neck and pulled her gently towards Mannyâs rock. She followed obediently.
The elderly bum was happy to see Loo-loo. He patted her on the head with a warm smile and poured a cup of seed on the ground in front of her. She bowed down and started to lick and slurp the stuff meant for birds. It was better than nothing.
Manny and Buck made small talk as she pecked away. The main topic was the surprise handjob her handler got from a college girl earlier. It was the highlight of his day. A handjob was no blowjob, of course. But it excited the old man more because it was delivered by a fancy A-grade babe in expensive slutwear. Loo-loo knew well that he was going to tell that story a few more times when they got back to the alley.
âThe alley,â the narrow dead-end behind the new Bessy Boobs Milkshakes, was her new home now. It was spacious enough to house the clan of four men and the six âalleycuntsâ claimed by them. The area was relatively clean since the women were ordered to sweep it thoroughly twice a day.
Her clan was a good one too. She had no frame of reference, of course, since it was the only bum-clan she had ever been claimed by, but she had seen enough unaffiliated pubbies getting dragged around and utilized violently to feel grateful to be a part of her current group.
The most violent member they had was Gobble, a lanky man in his mid-thirties, who looked like a cartoon rooster while he raped. He once told the girls he was an ex-cop, but Loo had a hard time believing that claim. He was not a known bullshitter or anything⌠He simply didnât have the look⌠the posture. He claimed two of the alleycunts: the jovial Quickytramp, a thirty-something bimbo with the biggest tits ever, and Justahole, a bland, quiet middle-aged brunette. Gobble was a slapper. He also had a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder, which made his frequent slapping sessions extremely painful and taxing.
A few meters from Gobbleâs tent lay Sloppyslut and Harlotbuns, two discarded breeder-milfs claimed by Tommy Two-cheeks. Tommy was a big man with a very big cock. If their clan were a pride, heâd be the alpha lion. And just like one, he lay in his corner all-day, getting served by the two ex-breeders. He had a pronounced scar running from the bottom of his left eye to his right earlobe. Nobody knew exactly what happened to him. His story changed drastically with every telling. One thing was for sure. It was old, and it was made by a knife.
To Eloise, that particular detail made him a bit more likeable. She was a victim of a knife attack herself. At the orgy after which she was dumped, a few of her rapists got carried away and slashed her tits, leaving her scarred. They also broke her tibia in two places before throwing her well-raped body away like trash. She thought it was the end. It was Old Buck who found her in the dumpster the following morning, bleeding out. He took her to an ex-vet friend and saved her life.
Buck was a good man, relatively speaking, Eloise later decided. But saving her was not entirely a selfless act on his part. She was free pussy, after all. The bum claimed her immediately as his new pet. Once the ex-vet was done tending to her wounds, Buck tied a rope around her bruised neck and dragged her back to the clan camp in the alley. She wasnât able to walk with a fractured tibia, but she could bitchwalk on her hands and knees. Thankfully, the street healer had an expired box of painkillers to help her complete the excruciating trip through the park. There Buck made her a bed out of cardboard and tied her to a pipe, where she recuperated and served him as a rapetoy for the next four months.
Her memory of the first week or two was a bit hazy because the old man kept her sedated until he ran out of pills. The other women, now her fellow alleycunts, later told her that she kept them awake for an entire week with her constant sobbing and moaning. She remembered Harlotbuns helping her a lot, bringing her water and food from the nearby public park and helping her clean herself after rapes. Others helped as much as they could too, whenever they were not restrained or being utilized. It was a kindness she wasnât used to. She was grateful. The women, they quickly developed a strong bond since then. It was a âcamaraderie of the raped,â as Creamycunt called it.
Creamycunt, the sixth and final pussy of the clan, was an odd case. She was a petite college student with strawberry blonde hair and a tragic story. Betrayed and enslaved by her boyfriend the day after her first permit expired, she was forced to serve an entire dorm for the next two years in a dark basement. The asshole whored the girl illegally throughout college, and dumped her on the graduation day to âget rid of the evidence.â
Creamie was a law student before tragedy struck, a fact she constantly reminded others by using fancy legal terms whenever she could. Eloise suspected that half the words the girl used were made-up. She was utilized by several clans since her dumping, before eventually finding her way to this one. Here in the "Alley," she belonged to Ignat, a quiet, mysterious man. Nobody new where he came from. When pressed, he spoke with a foreign accent. He took good care of Creamie, shared his own food with her and even took her to a proper whorewash regularly. When he had to, he fought fiercely to protect his pet. She simply loved him for that.
There was only one downside. He kept the girl in a box whenever he was away. Literally. He placed her in an old dishwasher box, sealed it shut with duct tape, and chained the package to the nearby pipe. Creamy sat in darkness and waited for her master to return, sometimes for hours. The only connection to the outside world she had was the cock-sized hole on the side of the box.
Because of that particularly restricting living condition, Creamy was often left out of collective activities, but the women managed to develop a close relationship regardless. She and Eloise bonded easily because they were closer in age. They were the product of the same world. The rest of the alleycunts were all âoldlifersâ between the ages of 36 and 47, who were raised before the revolution. Harlotbuns once told them that she was registered on the day of. Justahole claimed to be a high level manager at a major company before she was enslaved. The others also lived different lives before the Androcratic takeover. They simply had a different vibe, the oldlifers.
Creamie and Eloise hit it up pretty quickly, despite the cum-soaked cardboard wall between them. As post-law ânewbreed,â they had similar upbringings, similar problems, similar dreams⌠The others, they never had to deal with bathroom raperaids at their school. They werenât forced to suck hundreds of cocks even before they graduated. They werenât forced to practice poorly-disguised sex positions every single day in phys-ed, they never had to attend classes like âblowjob etiquetteâ or âbasics of general sluttery.â They were not-
âHurry up and finish your seedâ Buck interrupted Eloise's daydream. She picked up the pace. âI know youâre tired, Loo-loo. Iâm beat too. But this handjob from that chick⌠it got me very excited, you know? I want to fuck you before bed. Twice perhaps? Maybe properly threehole you, even. Have I ever threeholed you before, by the way?â
âNo Sir,â she said with a forced smile, then quickly finished her bird-meal. She was still hungry. Perhaps a few loads of semen would hit the spot better.
The Alleycunts -2
âYou did well tonight, Loo-Loo. Attagirl!â
âThank you, Buckâ smiled Eloise. She often called the old man by his name when they were alone. He didnât mind. He was not a strict âmaster.â None of the male members of the clan cared about such things. Formal Cuntspeak was not meant for the streets anyway. It was for the pretentious rich folk who raped with a pinky sticking up.
She knew very little about the man who claimed her. He looked old, but she had no idea how old he was under that thick crust of dirt and disheveled bushy beard. Somewhere between 40 and 80, perhaps? He certainly was older than the Glorious Androcratic Revolution. She knew that because he occasionally told her weird, inappropriate, even legally dangerous stories from the past featuring women with a lot of âagency.â It always gave her an adrenaline boost when he did that. They were scary and fascinating at the same time.
That kind of extra stimulation helped while she sucked him off. He probably knew that, because he usually preluded facerapes with a little story. She didnât mind the chore, anyway. His cock wasnât too big or ugly. He was relatively clean too, at least down there. He had to be, since she licked it clean several times a day. He liked soft-and-slows and rarely slapped her, which allowed Eloise to enjoy it too. She liked the calm and silence, soothing, meditative repetition. These relaxing blowies were nothing like the brutal skullfucks she had to endure before he claimed her as his pubbie about a year ago.
The only thing she didnât like about sucking Buckâs cock was the taste of her ultimate reward. Probably because of his unhealthy diet of expired tuna, cheap beer, and cigarette butts, his semen tasted like rotten fish or something. Perhaps thatâs why she prolonged the sessions as womanly possible, in order to postpone the unpleasant finale.
Thankfully, Old Buck never complained about her speed. He was not the type to rush things anyway.
âYou hungry?â Asked the man after dipping her head in the pool at the center of the small park for the last time. This tacky fountain served as her bathtub-slash-trough. It was where he watered her every day and washed her after toilet duty.
âYes Sir,â she nodded, hoping for a sweet treat. She felt like she deserved something. He had already given her an attagirl for her performance.
âLetâs go see if Manny has something for you.â
Her face dropped. Manny sold bird seed to people to feed the pigeons at the park. He looked so ancient, Eloise assumed that he was already sitting on his round rock even before the municipality decided to build this park. He was harmless and quiet, and generous enough to share his leftover merchandise with starving pubbies at the end of the day. The girls appreciated the kind gesture, of course, but none really liked licking birdseed off the ground. That stuff had no significant nutritional value, and it simply tasted like dirt.
Nevertheless, she thanked him and fell on her hands and knees like a good girl. Buck picked up the thick frayed rope tied around her neck and pulled her gently towards Mannyâs rock. She followed obediently.
The elderly bum was happy to see Loo-loo. He patted her on the head with a warm smile and poured a cup of seed on the ground in front of her. She bowed down and started to lick and slurp the stuff meant for birds. It was better than nothing.
Manny and Buck made small talk as she pecked away. The main topic was the surprise handjob her handler got from a college girl earlier. It was the highlight of his day. A handjob was no blowjob, of course. But it excited the old man more because it was delivered by a fancy A-grade babe in expensive slutwear. Loo-loo knew well that he was going to tell that story a few more times when they got back to the alley.
âThe alley,â the narrow dead-end behind the new Bessy Boobs Milkshakes, was her new home now. It was spacious enough to house the clan of four men and the six âalleycuntsâ claimed by them. The area was relatively clean since the women were ordered to sweep it thoroughly twice a day.
Her clan was a good one too. She had no frame of reference, of course, since it was the only bum-clan she had ever been claimed by, but she had seen enough unaffiliated pubbies getting dragged around and utilized violently to feel grateful to be a part of her current group.
The most violent member they had was Gobble, a lanky man in his mid-thirties, who looked like a cartoon rooster while he raped. He once told the girls he was an ex-cop, but Loo had a hard time believing that claim. He was not a known bullshitter or anything⌠He simply didnât have the look⌠the posture. He claimed two of the alleycunts: the jovial Quickytramp, a thirty-something bimbo with the biggest tits ever, and Justahole, a bland, quiet middle-aged brunette. Gobble was a slapper. He also had a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder, which made his frequent slapping sessions extremely painful and taxing.
A few meters from Gobbleâs tent lay Sloppyslut and Harlotbuns, two discarded breeder-milfs claimed by Tommy Two-cheeks. Tommy was a big man with a very big cock. If their clan were a pride, heâd be the alpha lion. And just like one, he lay in his corner all-day, getting served by the two ex-breeders. He had a pronounced scar running from the bottom of his left eye to his right earlobe. Nobody knew exactly what happened to him. His story changed drastically with every telling. One thing was for sure. It was old, and it was made by a knife.
To Eloise, that particular detail made him a bit more likeable. She was a victim of a knife attack herself. At the orgy after which she was dumped, a few of her rapists got carried away and slashed her tits, leaving her scarred. They also broke her tibia in two places before throwing her well-raped body away like trash. She thought it was the end. It was Old Buck who found her in the dumpster the following morning, bleeding out. He took her to an ex-vet friend and saved her life.
Buck was a good man, relatively speaking, Eloise later decided. But saving her was not entirely a selfless act on his part. She was free pussy, after all. The bum claimed her immediately as his new pet. Once the ex-vet was done tending to her wounds, Buck tied a rope around her bruised neck and dragged her back to the clan camp in the alley. She wasnât able to walk with a fractured tibia, but she could bitchwalk on her hands and knees. Thankfully, the street healer had an expired box of painkillers to help her complete the excruciating trip through the park. There Buck made her a bed out of cardboard and tied her to a pipe, where she recuperated and served him as a rapetoy for the next four months.
Her memory of the first week or two was a bit hazy because the old man kept her sedated until he ran out of pills. The other women, now her fellow alleycunts, later told her that she kept them awake for an entire week with her constant sobbing and moaning. She remembered Harlotbuns helping her a lot, bringing her water and food from the nearby public park and helping her clean herself after rapes. Others helped as much as they could too, whenever they were not restrained or being utilized. It was a kindness she wasnât used to. She was grateful. The women, they quickly developed a strong bond since then. It was a âcamaraderie of the raped,â as Creamycunt called it.
Creamycunt, the sixth and final pussy of the clan, was an odd case. She was a petite college student with strawberry blonde hair and a tragic story. Betrayed and enslaved by her boyfriend the day after her first permit expired, she was forced to serve an entire dorm for the next two years in a dark basement. The asshole whored the girl illegally throughout college, and dumped her on the graduation day to âget rid of the evidence.â
Creamie was a law student before tragedy struck, a fact she constantly reminded others by using fancy legal terms whenever she could. Eloise suspected that half the words the girl used were made-up. She was utilized by several clans since her dumping, before eventually finding her way to this one. Here in the "Alley," she belonged to Ignat, a quiet, mysterious man. Nobody new where he came from. When pressed, he spoke with a foreign accent. He took good care of Creamie, shared his own food with her and even took her to a proper whorewash regularly. When he had to, he fought fiercely to protect his pet. She simply loved him for that.
There was only one downside. He kept the girl in a box whenever he was away. Literally. He placed her in an old dishwasher box, sealed it shut with duct tape, and chained the package to the nearby pipe. Creamy sat in darkness and waited for her master to return, sometimes for hours. The only connection to the outside world she had was the cock-sized hole on the side of the box.
Because of that particularly restricting living condition, Creamy was often left out of collective activities, but the women managed to develop a close relationship regardless. She and Eloise bonded easily because they were closer in age. They were the product of the same world. The rest of the alleycunts were all âoldlifersâ between the ages of 36 and 47, who were raised before the revolution. Harlotbuns once told them that she was registered on the day of. Justahole claimed to be a high level manager at a major company before she was enslaved. The others also lived different lives before the Androcratic takeover. They simply had a different vibe, the oldlifers.
Creamie and Eloise hit it up pretty quickly, despite the cum-soaked cardboard wall between them. As post-law ânewbreed,â they had similar upbringings, similar problems, similar dreams⌠The others, they never had to deal with bathroom raperaids at their school. They werenât forced to suck hundreds of cocks even before they graduated. They werenât forced to practice poorly-disguised sex positions every single day in phys-ed, they never had to attend classes like âblowjob etiquetteâ or âbasics of general sluttery.â They were not-
âHurry up and finish your seedâ Buck interrupted Eloise's daydream. She picked up the pace. âI know youâre tired, Loo-loo. Iâm beat too. But this handjob from that chick⌠it got me very excited, you know? I want to fuck you before bed. Twice perhaps? Maybe properly threehole you, even. Have I ever threeholed you before, by the way?â
âNo Sir,â she said with a forced smile, then quickly finished her bird-meal. She was still hungry. Perhaps a few loads of semen would hit the spot better.
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âThatâs enough. Letâs do the dog thing. Iâll do you from behind.â
âThank you, Sir.â Eloise waited for Buck to take his fat dick out of her pussy with a smile on her pretty face, then rose from the cardboard bed he made for her. She turned around and got on all-fours, raised her butt and arched her back. She still remembered what she had learned from the Girl-Mart crash course she was put through.
âCrash courseâ was what they called it. She thought âmonth-long gangrapes and beatingsâ was a more accurate name for it, albeit a bit longer. Was it really a month? More or less. She was kept in a large windowless room with 20-or-so other girls for weeks. After a while they lost count. There was no day-night cycle down there. Just shifts. She counted 12 different instructors, who "worked" in 4 shifts. She assumed that a complete cycle lasted a single day. She didnât know the names of her rapists, so in her mind she named them by times of day to keep track of time. Morning-Two was the most brutal one. Evening-One had the biggest dick, Night-Three never took off his sunglasses⌠The girls were just numbers to them, so it was her attempt to get even, dehumanize them back. They didnât look or act like humans anyway.
Theirs was not the biggest GirlMart in town. It served the Harlett-Whorrow-Sorbich area, where the customer base was poor and the merchandise was low-grade. Most of the girls in her group were fairly fuckable, but there were no true A-grades in that room. The training system was not top notch either. The guards would come in, divide them into three groups, and rape them as if they were their personal harems. There was no structure or discernible purpose. Sometimes girls would fail to comply in time, or fail at a random task of endurance and humiliation. Failure of a fellow trainee always triggered corporal punishment for the entire group. If they were lucky, it would be just a slap-and-spank. More often than not, the motherfuckers would use floggers, whips, canes, and even metal pipes.
Pain was a very good teacher. Hunger was another. Between regular beatings and starvation, the girls learned very quickly, even with the chaotic, arbitrary training system they had. Their conformations, positions, and transitions were uneven and sub-par, but their obedience was perfect.
In the very beginning, like in any group of females, there were a few defiant bitches who constantly rolled their eyes, cursed and protested, even defied commands occasionally. A couple weeks into the âprogram,â all were fully âcuredâ of their improper behavior. The olâ carrot and stick system worked well. They were all perfect submissive fuckmeat in the end.
For Eloise, this quick transition to fucktoyhood was very hard. The beatings were the worst, of course. She was not raised in a violent household. Her father never lay a finger on her even when she acted out or talked back occasionally. Working two shifts to make ends meet, he was never home, anyway. He came late at night, fucked her mom, got some zees and left early in the morning. These men, her trainers, were nothing like him⌠like nobody she had met. Even the boys who raped her mouth regularly at school were not this callous and unfeeling. Maybe these assholes had their own training program that turned them into monsters?
Their treatment was so arbitrary and violent, many of the trainees started to think that there was something fishy about it. Some girls claimed that theirs was not a real training program at all. The real slave training, they said, should be given at a central GirlMart facility, where hundreds and thousands of women were kept. They were convinced that these guys were âembezzling pussy,â using the girls as their personal fucktoys without the knowledge of corporate. When a few girls were removed and never came back, an even darker rumor started. What if they were getting rid of evidence?
Turned out, there was no embezzlement or misrape. It was all by the book, in line with corporate regulations. They were simply cheap low-grade cunts, and cheap pussy were trained in-house, by the male personnel working in that store. The guys who were âtrainingâ them were the guards, janitors, and admin guys at Harlett GirlMart, not proper instructors.
Eloise learned that on her very last day in that basement. After a particularly long and hard threeholing and arbitrary-slap session, she and eleven others were taken out of the room and led to the showers. All were terrified, fully convinced that they were going to be disposed of. None even thought of resisting anyway. They were hosed down, coiffed and collared, then shackled together in two groups of six before being led upstairs.
Eloise was confused. Was all this a distraction? Perhaps to throw them off so they would remain calm and complacent as they crawled towards slaughter⌠She thought that they were going to end up in a ditch up until the very moment they entered the main store area.
She held her breath when they reached the top of the stairs and found themselves facing an ominous looking red door. It opened with a loud clank. Instead of a slaughterhouse, they found themselves in a big hall. After living in a dimly-lit damp basement for weeks, her senses were overwhelmed by the bright lights and cool fresh air. Rows and rows of women in varying degrees of restraint welcomed the stunned newcomers. Some were standing in simple shackles, some were caged, and some were rendered completely defenseless in heavy irons and straight jackets. All had big price tags slapped on their thighs and chests, ironically making them look worthless.
As the two six-packs were dragged through aisles of second-hand milfs, fresh eighteeners, and all other types of pussy in between, Eloise couldnât help but read their tags and descriptions, all written with the most debasing terms one could think of: Fresh cunt of the day⌠best butt youâll ever fuck⌠free cocksucker with purchase⌠buy two, get three... single use... breeder... ass to pound⌠mouth to fuck⌠throat to stretch⌠meat to tenderizeâŚ
All these women were semi-humans once. Now they were completely objectified and reduced to their very essence: Sets of warm holes. Cockwarmers. Rapemeat. And Eloise was about to become one of them. Another toy sitting on a shelf, obediently waiting for her future master.
She was being too optimistic, it turned out. She found no master. She and her five sisters were purchased later that day as disposable party treats. She was taken to an orgy-party, got raped and tortured within an inch of her life, and thrown out like trash afterwards.
And now, almost a year later, she was a worthless public slave serving an old bum in a dirty back alley. The worst part was, she wasnât sure if this was better or worse than the possible alternatives. Would her life be better had she belonged to a ânormalâ master? How would this man treat her? Like a companion, a fucktoy, or a pet? What would he feed her? Would he let her talk or bark? Let her stand up and walk on two feet, or drag her on all-fours? Would he breed her or not? She knew well that it was all a crap shoot. Odds were against her. Especially as a cheap low-grader from Harlett.
That was why she was grateful. Serving Buck wasnât that bad. When he fucked her, he often did it doggie style. She liked that. She didnât have to look at him drool all over her face while she was taking it from behind. She often fantasized whenever he reamed her ass. Perhaps she was the chamber slave of a charming prince, or the office-cunt of a handsome CEO. She often daydreamed about getting raped by a muscular lifeguard on the beach, at sunset. Sometimes there were two, even three lifeguards. A spitroasting and airtighting⌠Two things she experienced for the first time at that horrible orgy party and never again.
Old Buck wasnât much to look at, but he had a good rapestick and he used it fairly well. He even had some special tricks Eloise liked. He also had a nice curve in his dick, which she appreciated. It stimulated her in unexpected ways, especially when he is doing the âdog thingâ as he liked to call it.
Her pseudo-master fucked her for a few minutes, but suddenly pulled out before she could start âreallyâ enjoy it. Ever the obedient puppy, Loo-Loo let out a frustrated sigh. Of course, Buck was not a young man any more, not a charming prince, a well-groomed CEO, or an athletic lifeguard. He needed a few seconds to catch his breath. He gave her a appreciative spank on the left cheek, took a few sips from his cheap wine, and penetrated her again after a few seconds. She moaned gratefully. He started to fuck her slowly, picking up the pace as he went.
She was ready to close her eyes and transport her mind to the beach where her fantasy rapists were waiting for her, but she was distracted momentarily by the unusual activity in the alley. Tommy was renting Harlotbuns and Sloppyslut to local teenagers again. Eloise recognized one of the boys assfucking the milfs. One of her classmates from school, a quiet and harmless boy. Kenny was his name. Or perhaps Lenny? She didnât remember. He wasnât one of the bullies who regularly raped her mouth. She was surprised to see him there, renting a pubbie.
The boy noticed her staring and turned to her. She immediately lowered her head in shame. She felt silly. Even after all she had gone through, after all the inhuman torment and extreme humiliation, she still felt shame? He wouldnât be able to recognize her anyway. Her hair was different now. The alley was not well-lit, and they were far away. She mustered the courage to raise her head for a moment and sneak a peek. He wasnât paying attention to her at all. She felt relief at first, but also⌠a tiny bit of disappointment?
Everyone wanted to be memorable, right?
While she was struggling to make sense of her confusing emotions, a beautiful distraction entered the alley from the other side. It was her bestie Creamycunt crawling at the end of Ignatâs leash, returning from her weekly whorewash visit. She looked as pale and white as ever. So pretty, so lickable! Ignat dragged her to their spot, sat down and opened his zipper without wasting time. Creamie obediently began serving her pseudo-master with her full lips ans skilled tongue.
âYou feel tighter and wetter today, Loo-loo,â commented Buck, breathless. âI donât think Iâll last long. Iâm almost...â
Eloise panicked a little when the old man gave her the unexpected compliments. No, it was too early. She didnât have the chance to meet the cute lifeguards yet. She desperately tried to relax her hole to let him last longer.
Unfortunately, she wasnât able to stop him from exploding a few seconds later. It was so quick, he didnât even had the time to shove it in her mouth to ejaculate. No beach fun, and no dinner either? What a disaster! And it was all because of her stupid tight pussy.
âPlease!â she begged in desperation. âPlease do me again, Sir. Please, do the dog thing again!â
The Alleycunts -3
âThatâs enough. Letâs do the dog thing. Iâll do you from behind.â
âThank you, Sir.â Eloise waited for Buck to take his fat dick out of her pussy with a smile on her pretty face, then rose from the cardboard bed he made for her. She turned around and got on all-fours, raised her butt and arched her back. She still remembered what she had learned from the Girl-Mart crash course she was put through.
âCrash courseâ was what they called it. She thought âmonth-long gangrapes and beatingsâ was a more accurate name for it, albeit a bit longer. Was it really a month? More or less. She was kept in a large windowless room with 20-or-so other girls for weeks. After a while they lost count. There was no day-night cycle down there. Just shifts. She counted 12 different instructors, who "worked" in 4 shifts. She assumed that a complete cycle lasted a single day. She didnât know the names of her rapists, so in her mind she named them by times of day to keep track of time. Morning-Two was the most brutal one. Evening-One had the biggest dick, Night-Three never took off his sunglasses⌠The girls were just numbers to them, so it was her attempt to get even, dehumanize them back. They didnât look or act like humans anyway.
Theirs was not the biggest GirlMart in town. It served the Harlett-Whorrow-Sorbich area, where the customer base was poor and the merchandise was low-grade. Most of the girls in her group were fairly fuckable, but there were no true A-grades in that room. The training system was not top notch either. The guards would come in, divide them into three groups, and rape them as if they were their personal harems. There was no structure or discernible purpose. Sometimes girls would fail to comply in time, or fail at a random task of endurance and humiliation. Failure of a fellow trainee always triggered corporal punishment for the entire group. If they were lucky, it would be just a slap-and-spank. More often than not, the motherfuckers would use floggers, whips, canes, and even metal pipes.
Pain was a very good teacher. Hunger was another. Between regular beatings and starvation, the girls learned very quickly, even with the chaotic, arbitrary training system they had. Their conformations, positions, and transitions were uneven and sub-par, but their obedience was perfect.
In the very beginning, like in any group of females, there were a few defiant bitches who constantly rolled their eyes, cursed and protested, even defied commands occasionally. A couple weeks into the âprogram,â all were fully âcuredâ of their improper behavior. The olâ carrot and stick system worked well. They were all perfect submissive fuckmeat in the end.
For Eloise, this quick transition to fucktoyhood was very hard. The beatings were the worst, of course. She was not raised in a violent household. Her father never lay a finger on her even when she acted out or talked back occasionally. Working two shifts to make ends meet, he was never home, anyway. He came late at night, fucked her mom, got some zees and left early in the morning. These men, her trainers, were nothing like him⌠like nobody she had met. Even the boys who raped her mouth regularly at school were not this callous and unfeeling. Maybe these assholes had their own training program that turned them into monsters?
Their treatment was so arbitrary and violent, many of the trainees started to think that there was something fishy about it. Some girls claimed that theirs was not a real training program at all. The real slave training, they said, should be given at a central GirlMart facility, where hundreds and thousands of women were kept. They were convinced that these guys were âembezzling pussy,â using the girls as their personal fucktoys without the knowledge of corporate. When a few girls were removed and never came back, an even darker rumor started. What if they were getting rid of evidence?
Turned out, there was no embezzlement or misrape. It was all by the book, in line with corporate regulations. They were simply cheap low-grade cunts, and cheap pussy were trained in-house, by the male personnel working in that store. The guys who were âtrainingâ them were the guards, janitors, and admin guys at Harlett GirlMart, not proper instructors.
Eloise learned that on her very last day in that basement. After a particularly long and hard threeholing and arbitrary-slap session, she and eleven others were taken out of the room and led to the showers. All were terrified, fully convinced that they were going to be disposed of. None even thought of resisting anyway. They were hosed down, coiffed and collared, then shackled together in two groups of six before being led upstairs.
Eloise was confused. Was all this a distraction? Perhaps to throw them off so they would remain calm and complacent as they crawled towards slaughter⌠She thought that they were going to end up in a ditch up until the very moment they entered the main store area.
She held her breath when they reached the top of the stairs and found themselves facing an ominous looking red door. It opened with a loud clank. Instead of a slaughterhouse, they found themselves in a big hall. After living in a dimly-lit damp basement for weeks, her senses were overwhelmed by the bright lights and cool fresh air. Rows and rows of women in varying degrees of restraint welcomed the stunned newcomers. Some were standing in simple shackles, some were caged, and some were rendered completely defenseless in heavy irons and straight jackets. All had big price tags slapped on their thighs and chests, ironically making them look worthless.
As the two six-packs were dragged through aisles of second-hand milfs, fresh eighteeners, and all other types of pussy in between, Eloise couldnât help but read their tags and descriptions, all written with the most debasing terms one could think of: Fresh cunt of the day⌠best butt youâll ever fuck⌠free cocksucker with purchase⌠buy two, get three... single use... breeder... ass to pound⌠mouth to fuck⌠throat to stretch⌠meat to tenderizeâŚ
All these women were semi-humans once. Now they were completely objectified and reduced to their very essence: Sets of warm holes. Cockwarmers. Rapemeat. And Eloise was about to become one of them. Another toy sitting on a shelf, obediently waiting for her future master.
She was being too optimistic, it turned out. She found no master. She and her five sisters were purchased later that day as disposable party treats. She was taken to an orgy-party, got raped and tortured within an inch of her life, and thrown out like trash afterwards.
And now, almost a year later, she was a worthless public slave serving an old bum in a dirty back alley. The worst part was, she wasnât sure if this was better or worse than the possible alternatives. Would her life be better had she belonged to a ânormalâ master? How would this man treat her? Like a companion, a fucktoy, or a pet? What would he feed her? Would he let her talk or bark? Let her stand up and walk on two feet, or drag her on all-fours? Would he breed her or not? She knew well that it was all a crap shoot. Odds were against her. Especially as a cheap low-grader from Harlett.
That was why she was grateful. Serving Buck wasnât that bad. When he fucked her, he often did it doggie style. She liked that. She didnât have to look at him drool all over her face while she was taking it from behind. She often fantasized whenever he reamed her ass. Perhaps she was the chamber slave of a charming prince, or the office-cunt of a handsome CEO. She often daydreamed about getting raped by a muscular lifeguard on the beach, at sunset. Sometimes there were two, even three lifeguards. A spitroasting and airtighting⌠Two things she experienced for the first time at that horrible orgy party and never again.
Old Buck wasnât much to look at, but he had a good rapestick and he used it fairly well. He even had some special tricks Eloise liked. He also had a nice curve in his dick, which she appreciated. It stimulated her in unexpected ways, especially when he is doing the âdog thingâ as he liked to call it.
Her pseudo-master fucked her for a few minutes, but suddenly pulled out before she could start âreallyâ enjoy it. Ever the obedient puppy, Loo-Loo let out a frustrated sigh. Of course, Buck was not a young man any more, not a charming prince, a well-groomed CEO, or an athletic lifeguard. He needed a few seconds to catch his breath. He gave her a appreciative spank on the left cheek, took a few sips from his cheap wine, and penetrated her again after a few seconds. She moaned gratefully. He started to fuck her slowly, picking up the pace as he went.
She was ready to close her eyes and transport her mind to the beach where her fantasy rapists were waiting for her, but she was distracted momentarily by the unusual activity in the alley. Tommy was renting Harlotbuns and Sloppyslut to local teenagers again. Eloise recognized one of the boys assfucking the milfs. One of her classmates from school, a quiet and harmless boy. Kenny was his name. Or perhaps Lenny? She didnât remember. He wasnât one of the bullies who regularly raped her mouth. She was surprised to see him there, renting a pubbie.
The boy noticed her staring and turned to her. She immediately lowered her head in shame. She felt silly. Even after all she had gone through, after all the inhuman torment and extreme humiliation, she still felt shame? He wouldnât be able to recognize her anyway. Her hair was different now. The alley was not well-lit, and they were far away. She mustered the courage to raise her head for a moment and sneak a peek. He wasnât paying attention to her at all. She felt relief at first, but also⌠a tiny bit of disappointment?
Everyone wanted to be memorable, right?
While she was struggling to make sense of her confusing emotions, a beautiful distraction entered the alley from the other side. It was her bestie Creamycunt crawling at the end of Ignatâs leash, returning from her weekly whorewash visit. She looked as pale and white as ever. So pretty, so lickable! Ignat dragged her to their spot, sat down and opened his zipper without wasting time. Creamie obediently began serving her pseudo-master with her full lips ans skilled tongue.
âYou feel tighter and wetter today, Loo-loo,â commented Buck, breathless. âI donât think Iâll last long. Iâm almost...â
Eloise panicked a little when the old man gave her the unexpected compliments. No, it was too early. She didnât have the chance to meet the cute lifeguards yet. She desperately tried to relax her hole to let him last longer.
Unfortunately, she wasnât able to stop him from exploding a few seconds later. It was so quick, he didnât even had the time to shove it in her mouth to ejaculate. No beach fun, and no dinner either? What a disaster! And it was all because of her stupid tight pussy.
âPlease!â she begged in desperation. âPlease do me again, Sir. Please, do the dog thing again!â
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Sleep. Sweet sweet sleep. It was Eloiseâs favorite âactivityâ ever.
Past-midnight was the best time of her day. Old Buck rarely used her that late, and never more than once. After her evening rape around 9 oâclock, she would put him to sleep with a soft-and-slow. She didnât see it as a chore. It was a repetitive but relaxing task. As usual, she daydreamed while she performed... the charming prince, the suave CEO, the lifeguardsâŚ
The alley generally went quiet around 3 in the morning unless Tommyâs two whores Harlotbuns and Sloppyslut had very late customers. The two ex-breeders were long past their prime, but one could tell that they used to be high-grade fuckmeat back in the day. They had to be, to get breeder-designation. Were those two really breeders? Loo-loo wasnât sure. Tommy told everyone they were, but it could well be a marketing thing. A big lie, or perhaps just a simple embellishment.
She knew the two whores had children, a number of them, somewhere out there⌠They often talked about their pre-revolutionary families and cried their eyes out⌠but that didnât mean they were breeders. As far as Loo knew, the specific label was a relatively recent invention. âBreedersâ were supposed to be high-grade, high-demand, high-yield women who were kept under lock and key. Such specimens rarely ended up on the streets. When they outlived their usefulness and could no longer âproduce,â they were⌠properly disposed of.
It didnât really matter. Lie or truth, the two oldlifers were quite popular among local teenagers who had no pussy of their own. The boys would come in groups late at night and sprit-roast the milfs in synch. Both âBuns and Sloppy had a lot of repeat customers, and among them personal favorites whom they privately called âboyfriends.â Above the old mattress they served on hanged a cardboard sign that read âa buck for a fuck,â but the women often gave their favorite rapists free quickies and blowies whenever Tommy was away or distracted. They were doing nothing wrong, of course. They were âpublicâ slaves after all. Their holes belonged to the entire citizenry.
Fortunately there were no late customers that night. The alley was all quiet, except for the barely audible slurps in the distance. When Eloise raised her head and looked for he source of the noise, her eyes immediately spotted the rhythmic bobbing of Sloppyslutâs head. Apparently the blonde was on soft-and-slow duty that night. Tommy was a terrible snorer, so his cunts were tasked to keep watch all night and gently relieve him whenever he got too loud. In the distance, Justahole was providing a similar service for her master Gobble.
The repetitive noise wasnât too annoying. It was quite relaxing even, like white noise. Eloise put her head back down, closed her eyes, and prepared to meet her prince charming. But before she could make the journey to the land of dreams, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned around, ready to serve. She already knew what was in store for her. Buck was awake, and he had a full bladder.
Loo-loo knew her main purpose of course. Buck would never let her forget anyway. It was in her name. It was how she earned her keep. Without any protest, she slid down to reach his member, took the semi-flaccid organ out of his pants, and wrapped her full lips around it. He immediately started to urinate. She swallowed the liquid that filled her mouth without hesitation, and began drinking the steady stream that followed. She was used to it. She performed her main duty a few times every night, and got better and better at it.
Buck eventually stopped pissing and fell asleep immediately, but Eloise kept her lips sealed around his hose until she was sure that his bladder was completely empty. Turned out his bladder was, but his balls were full again. She felt him hardening in her mouth before she could detach. She let out a sigh and started to perform another soft-and-slow on her masterâs member. She was too tired at that point, but at least she was getting a late night snack out of it.
Buck lasted longer this time, perhaps because he was almost completely unconscious while she sucked. He didnât release much fluid either. She swallowed her meagre reward and lay back down exhausted. Buck kept her legs tied in folded position, so she could only sleep on her side. She wasnât sure why he chose to do that. She was obedient enough to remain on her hands and knees anyway. She had been living in these restraints since the ex-vet treated her wounds that day. The same leg-tie, the same noose-thing around her neck⌠They were dirty, frayed, and looser in places, but they still did their job. An entire year in the same ropes? Maybe Buck was too lazy to untie and retie them every now and then, or he just didnât care. She was just a worthless pet, after all. She knew that well.
She couldnât remember the last time she stood upright on two feet. Perhaps during her term at the Harlett QM, where the trainers sometimes let her walk, but only from one rape station to another? They were probably violating a lot of rules and regulations whenever they did that. The hall the girls were held in was covered wall to wall with metal placards urging the employees to keep the trainees leashed on their knees at all times, but the men rarely paid attention to official signage. She wasnât always properly leashed either.
She closed her eyes, opened her ears, and listened. Finally, complete silence. Sloppie and J-hole must have been finished serving their masters too. At least for the moment.
At last, time for sweet sleep. Now she could catch a few zees before the cycle of misery started again. She had only a few hours until sunrise, when the women in the clan had to get up and begin performing their morning rituals. Luckily these lazy bums rarely woke up that early. They often went back to sleep after their first blowie and sleep in until midday. The women had to be rape-ready regardless. They generally busied themselves cleaning the place and exchanging stories as they waited for their first proper utilization of the day.
Eloise liked that part too. It was a time for relaxation and socialization. Still, it was nothing like a good nightâs sleep. She didnât just want to rest. She wanted a good lucid dream. She had developed a special trick to do that, which worked most of the time. Open your eyes wide and look straight at a spot in front of you, visualize the face of that fantasy prince, and then imagine the dick you want to be impaled on. If you were lucky, youâd ride that stallion long enough before you were woken up by a rude smack on the bottom.
She finished her âhighly scientificâ routine, crossed her fingers, and closed her eyes. It was time to meet the boys.
âPsst!.. Loo-loo!â
Another interruption? She looked up, only to find Creamycunt staring back with a mischievous smile.
âCreamie?â She whispered, âWhat the hell are you doing over here? Master Ignat is going to-â
âHe forgot to tie me up tonight,â the other interrupted. âI was doing the cowgirl thing as usual, you know⌠then I realized that he passed out at some point. He drank a lot earlier, so I guess⌠Anyway, I think Iâm free to roam around tonight.â
âWhat are you saying?â whimpered Eloise with a worried face. âYou are not thinking about fleeing or something, are you?â
âOf course not,â Creamie dismissed. âDo I look like a crazy moron? This is the safest place I have ever lived since I was discarded.â She crawled closer and started to graze Eloiseâs thighs with her fingertips. âI just thought⌠Perhaps we can use this rare opportunity to⌠like⌠get to know each other better or something?â
âYou want to fuck?â exhaled Eloise with widened eyes. âMy master is right her-â
Creamie put her finger on Eloiseâs full lips to shush her. âIt will be okay. Go ahead and open your legs for me, sweetie.â She came even closer and knelt next to her bestie, slid her hands between her thighs and spread them apart with a gentle push. The blonde bit her lower lip and held her breath when the otherâs slender fingers began rubbing her clit and slit. A few seconds later, two of them found their way into her pussy, to explore the depths of her tight fuckhole. Amused by her shy response, Creamie gave her a kiss before she started to fingerfuck her primary. Eloise almost screamed when a third and then a fourth finger entered her, but Creamie covered her mouth just in time with her free hand.
To her surprise, she came almost immediately. She had been fingered before, of course⌠but never by another woman, and never with the intent to give her pleasure. And Creamie, she certainly knew what she was doing.
When the orgasm hit, Creamie increased the pressure on her victimâs mouth to keep her quivering body under control, but didnât stop fingering her. A few expertly timed pauses and gear shifts stretched a simple climax into a huge one. She slowed down only after Eloiseâs violent shudders abated.
âGood girl,â Creamie smiled and gave her willing captive another long kiss. Then she turned around and threw one leg over her, aligned her own pussy with Loo-looâs gaping mouth, and sat on her face. The girl didnât need an explicit command to start doing what she was supposed to do. Her mind was already on fire. She started kissing and licking and sucking her bestieâs pussy, and Creamie returned the favor immediately on the other end.
âScrew sleep!â Eloise thought, as Creamie brought her to another quick orgasm. âThis is my favorite activity of the day.â
The Alleycunts -4
Sleep. Sweet sweet sleep. It was Eloiseâs favorite âactivityâ ever.
Past-midnight was the best time of her day. Old Buck rarely used her that late, and never more than once. After her evening rape around 9 oâclock, she would put him to sleep with a soft-and-slow. She didnât see it as a chore. It was a repetitive but relaxing task. As usual, she daydreamed while she performed... the charming prince, the suave CEO, the lifeguardsâŚ
The alley generally went quiet around 3 in the morning unless Tommyâs two whores Harlotbuns and Sloppyslut had very late customers. The two ex-breeders were long past their prime, but one could tell that they used to be high-grade fuckmeat back in the day. They had to be, to get breeder-designation. Were those two really breeders? Loo-loo wasnât sure. Tommy told everyone they were, but it could well be a marketing thing. A big lie, or perhaps just a simple embellishment.
She knew the two whores had children, a number of them, somewhere out there⌠They often talked about their pre-revolutionary families and cried their eyes out⌠but that didnât mean they were breeders. As far as Loo knew, the specific label was a relatively recent invention. âBreedersâ were supposed to be high-grade, high-demand, high-yield women who were kept under lock and key. Such specimens rarely ended up on the streets. When they outlived their usefulness and could no longer âproduce,â they were⌠properly disposed of.
It didnât really matter. Lie or truth, the two oldlifers were quite popular among local teenagers who had no pussy of their own. The boys would come in groups late at night and sprit-roast the milfs in synch. Both âBuns and Sloppy had a lot of repeat customers, and among them personal favorites whom they privately called âboyfriends.â Above the old mattress they served on hanged a cardboard sign that read âa buck for a fuck,â but the women often gave their favorite rapists free quickies and blowies whenever Tommy was away or distracted. They were doing nothing wrong, of course. They were âpublicâ slaves after all. Their holes belonged to the entire citizenry.
Fortunately there were no late customers that night. The alley was all quiet, except for the barely audible slurps in the distance. When Eloise raised her head and looked for he source of the noise, her eyes immediately spotted the rhythmic bobbing of Sloppyslutâs head. Apparently the blonde was on soft-and-slow duty that night. Tommy was a terrible snorer, so his cunts were tasked to keep watch all night and gently relieve him whenever he got too loud. In the distance, Justahole was providing a similar service for her master Gobble.
The repetitive noise wasnât too annoying. It was quite relaxing even, like white noise. Eloise put her head back down, closed her eyes, and prepared to meet her prince charming. But before she could make the journey to the land of dreams, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned around, ready to serve. She already knew what was in store for her. Buck was awake, and he had a full bladder.
Loo-loo knew her main purpose of course. Buck would never let her forget anyway. It was in her name. It was how she earned her keep. Without any protest, she slid down to reach his member, took the semi-flaccid organ out of his pants, and wrapped her full lips around it. He immediately started to urinate. She swallowed the liquid that filled her mouth without hesitation, and began drinking the steady stream that followed. She was used to it. She performed her main duty a few times every night, and got better and better at it.
Buck eventually stopped pissing and fell asleep immediately, but Eloise kept her lips sealed around his hose until she was sure that his bladder was completely empty. Turned out his bladder was, but his balls were full again. She felt him hardening in her mouth before she could detach. She let out a sigh and started to perform another soft-and-slow on her masterâs member. She was too tired at that point, but at least she was getting a late night snack out of it.
Buck lasted longer this time, perhaps because he was almost completely unconscious while she sucked. He didnât release much fluid either. She swallowed her meagre reward and lay back down exhausted. Buck kept her legs tied in folded position, so she could only sleep on her side. She wasnât sure why he chose to do that. She was obedient enough to remain on her hands and knees anyway. She had been living in these restraints since the ex-vet treated her wounds that day. The same leg-tie, the same noose-thing around her neck⌠They were dirty, frayed, and looser in places, but they still did their job. An entire year in the same ropes? Maybe Buck was too lazy to untie and retie them every now and then, or he just didnât care. She was just a worthless pet, after all. She knew that well.
She couldnât remember the last time she stood upright on two feet. Perhaps during her term at the Harlett QM, where the trainers sometimes let her walk, but only from one rape station to another? They were probably violating a lot of rules and regulations whenever they did that. The hall the girls were held in was covered wall to wall with metal placards urging the employees to keep the trainees leashed on their knees at all times, but the men rarely paid attention to official signage. She wasnât always properly leashed either.
She closed her eyes, opened her ears, and listened. Finally, complete silence. Sloppie and J-hole must have been finished serving their masters too. At least for the moment.
At last, time for sweet sleep. Now she could catch a few zees before the cycle of misery started again. She had only a few hours until sunrise, when the women in the clan had to get up and begin performing their morning rituals. Luckily these lazy bums rarely woke up that early. They often went back to sleep after their first blowie and sleep in until midday. The women had to be rape-ready regardless. They generally busied themselves cleaning the place and exchanging stories as they waited for their first proper utilization of the day.
Eloise liked that part too. It was a time for relaxation and socialization. Still, it was nothing like a good nightâs sleep. She didnât just want to rest. She wanted a good lucid dream. She had developed a special trick to do that, which worked most of the time. Open your eyes wide and look straight at a spot in front of you, visualize the face of that fantasy prince, and then imagine the dick you want to be impaled on. If you were lucky, youâd ride that stallion long enough before you were woken up by a rude smack on the bottom.
She finished her âhighly scientificâ routine, crossed her fingers, and closed her eyes. It was time to meet the boys.
âPsst!.. Loo-loo!â
Another interruption? She looked up, only to find Creamycunt staring back with a mischievous smile.
âCreamie?â She whispered, âWhat the hell are you doing over here? Master Ignat is going to-â
âHe forgot to tie me up tonight,â the other interrupted. âI was doing the cowgirl thing as usual, you know⌠then I realized that he passed out at some point. He drank a lot earlier, so I guess⌠Anyway, I think Iâm free to roam around tonight.â
âWhat are you saying?â whimpered Eloise with a worried face. âYou are not thinking about fleeing or something, are you?â
âOf course not,â Creamie dismissed. âDo I look like a crazy moron? This is the safest place I have ever lived since I was discarded.â She crawled closer and started to graze Eloiseâs thighs with her fingertips. âI just thought⌠Perhaps we can use this rare opportunity to⌠like⌠get to know each other better or something?â
âYou want to fuck?â exhaled Eloise with widened eyes. âMy master is right her-â
Creamie put her finger on Eloiseâs full lips to shush her. âIt will be okay. Go ahead and open your legs for me, sweetie.â She came even closer and knelt next to her bestie, slid her hands between her thighs and spread them apart with a gentle push. The blonde bit her lower lip and held her breath when the otherâs slender fingers began rubbing her clit and slit. A few seconds later, two of them found their way into her pussy, to explore the depths of her tight fuckhole. Amused by her shy response, Creamie gave her a kiss before she started to fingerfuck her primary. Eloise almost screamed when a third and then a fourth finger entered her, but Creamie covered her mouth just in time with her free hand.
To her surprise, she came almost immediately. She had been fingered before, of course⌠but never by another woman, and never with the intent to give her pleasure. And Creamie, she certainly knew what she was doing.
When the orgasm hit, Creamie increased the pressure on her victimâs mouth to keep her quivering body under control, but didnât stop fingering her. A few expertly timed pauses and gear shifts stretched a simple climax into a huge one. She slowed down only after Eloiseâs violent shudders abated.
âGood girl,â Creamie smiled and gave her willing captive another long kiss. Then she turned around and threw one leg over her, aligned her own pussy with Loo-looâs gaping mouth, and sat on her face. The girl didnât need an explicit command to start doing what she was supposed to do. Her mind was already on fire. She started kissing and licking and sucking her bestieâs pussy, and Creamie returned the favor immediately on the other end.
âScrew sleep!â Eloise thought, as Creamie brought her to another quick orgasm. âThis is my favorite activity of the day.â
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She woke up with a smile on her face. It was the best sleep she had since forever, but the main reason for the warm feeling that permeated every cell in her body was the brief interaction she had with Creamycunt last night. With the pleasant memory swirling in her head, she dutifully started to suck Buck's cock. The old man stopped snoring but didn't wake up.
Last night certainly wasnât the first time she licked pussy and had hers licked in return. She was a trained cunt, after all. Her introduction to slavery at Girlmart was less then perfect of course, but her rapists followed the official instructions and hit every item on the list. Entertaining the masters with performance was an important section in all proper slave training programs. High-end ones would teach girls how to seduce and amuse via dance, acting, and even reciting poetry, among other things. Such pretentious BS! At the Harlett Girlmart where she was âgraduatedâ from, all they learned was awkwardly licking each otherâs slits for a few minutes, while their trainer watched with a cocksucker or two between his legs.
She liked a tongue on her clit as much as the next girl, but she wasnât the biggest fan of giving cunnies. She always had been a neat freak and thought genitals, penises and vaginas both, were weird, if not totally repulsive. The thought of having one near her face or even in her mouth made her stomach turn. Of course, the boys at school had a quick cure for that. They started her âtreatmentâ as soon as she turned legal-to-abuse, by raping her mouth at every opportunity. Extreme exposure therapy, baby! She eventually got used to the thing, of course. She was just a girl. She had no choice. She had the hole, and they had the rapesticks. It was the nature of things.
That was even before her enslavement. After a month in the Girlmart basement, she was fully rehabilitated by the tireless efforts of her trainers. She learned to stomach the activity without major problems.
Yet, somehow vaginas remained problematic for her even after she was turned into an obedient cocksucker. Something to do with pleasuring another inferior, perhaps? Even before her training, she understood why she was supposed to please men in however way they desire. It was the natural order, and women were created to serve men, of course. She wasnât happy about how things were, but she fully understood that she was lower than the penised ones.
But with other women⌠this natural hierarchy disappeared. After surviving countless rapes and beatings, the worst thing for Eloise was to be ordered to lick a fellow traineeâs freshly creampied fuckholes clean. The activity itself was painless in comparison, but the humiliation was unbearable. It made her sink even lower than the slavesister she was cleaning, who got ruthlessly beaten and violated before her eyes a minute ago.
It wasnât just a feeling, and not something only she experienced. Turned out this was a well-known tactic trainers used to break girls. The more defiant ones got hole-cleaning tasks more and more frequently than the âgoodâ girls. It didnât matter if you liked or disliked cunnilingus or analingus. That wasnât the point at all. It wasnât just oral sex, it was a way to punish failure and reward good performance. A way to place you in the pecking order. A hierarchy within a hierarchy.
It was simple and effective. And it required no real effort from the trainer too.
Eloise didnât like it, but accepted and rationalized the practice eventually. She saw it as necessary preparation for harem life. Could she be lucky enough to be purchased by someone with a harem? According to the law, at least three women made a harem, and only wealthy people could afford such an expensive thing.
No, it seemed unlikely. Why would a master with money buy a lowgrader like her?
Miraculously, she was purchased by a wealthy man. Unfortunately, only as a single-use party treat.
Actually, she wasnât sure about that part. Yes, she and another girl were discarded after that violent orgy because they were badly damaged and rendered unfuckable, but she had no idea about the fate of the remaining four girls in her âsix-pack.â She often wondered what had happened to them. Were they still alive and serving?
She had ample time thinking about that terrible night since her adoption by the clan. Was she really purchased as a single-use cunt? Or perhaps it was a test to see the best one of the pack and she failed miserably? Sheâd never know. It didnât matter anyway. Her new life in the alley was⌠fine. At least it was better than many alternatives she had witnessed.
It certainly was a great life lesson. Obedience and skills were important, yes. But there was one immensely important thing that determined a girlâs fate in this world, and it was luck. She often felt like a ball in a tilt machine. Out of control, being hurled around, taking a constant beating.
She was out of luck from the beginning. She was born and raised in Harlett, a poor working class neighborhood where girls had no prospects, no opportunities for proper education. She knew that a lot of women were able to to find their way to higher education, get degrees, get decent jobs, earn some money to buy freedom permits and somehow managed to avoid slavery for years. Most ended up in sexual service eventually, of course, but some, truly fortunate ones could see their thirties with a bare neck. It was a fact. A few even found fame and some sort of respect too.
She remembered watching celebrity journalist Kim Muttson on TV every night when she was younger. That woman was her hero. They famously called her âthe bust you trust,â but what really drew Eloiseâs attention was her confident eyes. She way she spoke without a shaky voice, the way she sat up straight, the way she moved⌠Everything about her signalled defiance in a way only another woman could sense. Eloise noticed that Muttson never lowered her head even she had to read something on the desk. She picked the paper up and raised it. She never put her wrists together. She never smiled like a servile whore.
And more importantly, the way she was dressed. They made her wear low-cut, revealing tops, of course. Muttson looked great even in such faux-elegant stuff. To male viewers, she was a cleavage. To Eloise, it was her neck. She was sure that the journalist was making the most of this humiliating dress code to give a secret message to sisters around the world. It was possible to keep a neck bare. It was possible to reject the band.
You just had to be⌠extremely lucky?
Eloiseâs heart was broken when Kim Muttson eventually disappeared without a trace. Nobody around her knew what happened to her, but everyone had a crazy theory ranging from heart-warming to absolutely horrifying. A girl at school claimed that she married her boss and quit her job, another claimed that she was kidnapped by an Ibernian gang for ransom and raped to death in captivity. Eloise chose to believe the first rumor. After all, if a celebrity journalist was taken and snuffed, that would be in the news, right?
She didnât have the chance to find out anyway. This was only a week or two before her E-day. And after that, she barely had a moment without a cock in her mouth. Her TV-watching days were over. Little did she know that she and Muttson were going thorough similar processes a few kilometers apart. While she was obediently taking it in both ends in Harlett, her defiant idol was getting brutally gangraped in a Cummypaws training facility in the outskirts of Snatchfield.
Even though it was impossible for a girl like her to rise to the level of Kim Muttson, it was stupfyingly easy for her idol to end up in her situation. In fact, the daily routines of the two young women were almost the same save a few details.
A rough tug on her leash pulled Eloise out of her thoughts. "Come on, Loo-loo," said Buck. "We are late to the park. Stop playing with it and finish me off."
"Yes Buck, thank you," said the girl and picked up the pace obediently. Somewhere not too far from the Alley, former journalist and well-trained petgirl Miss Yummycunt was thinking about how she ended up in her worst nightmare.
The Alleycunts -5
She woke up with a smile on her face. It was the best sleep she had since forever, but the main reason for the warm feeling that permeated every cell in her body was the brief interaction she had with Creamycunt last night. With the pleasant memory swirling in her head, she dutifully started to suck Buck's cock. The old man stopped snoring but didn't wake up.
Last night certainly wasnât the first time she licked pussy and had hers licked in return. She was a trained cunt, after all. Her introduction to slavery at Girlmart was less then perfect of course, but her rapists followed the official instructions and hit every item on the list. Entertaining the masters with performance was an important section in all proper slave training programs. High-end ones would teach girls how to seduce and amuse via dance, acting, and even reciting poetry, among other things. Such pretentious BS! At the Harlett Girlmart where she was âgraduatedâ from, all they learned was awkwardly licking each otherâs slits for a few minutes, while their trainer watched with a cocksucker or two between his legs.
She liked a tongue on her clit as much as the next girl, but she wasnât the biggest fan of giving cunnies. She always had been a neat freak and thought genitals, penises and vaginas both, were weird, if not totally repulsive. The thought of having one near her face or even in her mouth made her stomach turn. Of course, the boys at school had a quick cure for that. They started her âtreatmentâ as soon as she turned legal-to-abuse, by raping her mouth at every opportunity. Extreme exposure therapy, baby! She eventually got used to the thing, of course. She was just a girl. She had no choice. She had the hole, and they had the rapesticks. It was the nature of things.
That was even before her enslavement. After a month in the Girlmart basement, she was fully rehabilitated by the tireless efforts of her trainers. She learned to stomach the activity without major problems.
Yet, somehow vaginas remained problematic for her even after she was turned into an obedient cocksucker. Something to do with pleasuring another inferior, perhaps? Even before her training, she understood why she was supposed to please men in however way they desire. It was the natural order, and women were created to serve men, of course. She wasnât happy about how things were, but she fully understood that she was lower than the penised ones.
But with other women⌠this natural hierarchy disappeared. After surviving countless rapes and beatings, the worst thing for Eloise was to be ordered to lick a fellow traineeâs freshly creampied fuckholes clean. The activity itself was painless in comparison, but the humiliation was unbearable. It made her sink even lower than the slavesister she was cleaning, who got ruthlessly beaten and violated before her eyes a minute ago.
It wasnât just a feeling, and not something only she experienced. Turned out this was a well-known tactic trainers used to break girls. The more defiant ones got hole-cleaning tasks more and more frequently than the âgoodâ girls. It didnât matter if you liked or disliked cunnilingus or analingus. That wasnât the point at all. It wasnât just oral sex, it was a way to punish failure and reward good performance. A way to place you in the pecking order. A hierarchy within a hierarchy.
It was simple and effective. And it required no real effort from the trainer too.
Eloise didnât like it, but accepted and rationalized the practice eventually. She saw it as necessary preparation for harem life. Could she be lucky enough to be purchased by someone with a harem? According to the law, at least three women made a harem, and only wealthy people could afford such an expensive thing.
No, it seemed unlikely. Why would a master with money buy a lowgrader like her?
Miraculously, she was purchased by a wealthy man. Unfortunately, only as a single-use party treat.
Actually, she wasnât sure about that part. Yes, she and another girl were discarded after that violent orgy because they were badly damaged and rendered unfuckable, but she had no idea about the fate of the remaining four girls in her âsix-pack.â She often wondered what had happened to them. Were they still alive and serving?
She had ample time thinking about that terrible night since her adoption by the clan. Was she really purchased as a single-use cunt? Or perhaps it was a test to see the best one of the pack and she failed miserably? Sheâd never know. It didnât matter anyway. Her new life in the alley was⌠fine. At least it was better than many alternatives she had witnessed.
It certainly was a great life lesson. Obedience and skills were important, yes. But there was one immensely important thing that determined a girlâs fate in this world, and it was luck. She often felt like a ball in a tilt machine. Out of control, being hurled around, taking a constant beating.
She was out of luck from the beginning. She was born and raised in Harlett, a poor working class neighborhood where girls had no prospects, no opportunities for proper education. She knew that a lot of women were able to to find their way to higher education, get degrees, get decent jobs, earn some money to buy freedom permits and somehow managed to avoid slavery for years. Most ended up in sexual service eventually, of course, but some, truly fortunate ones could see their thirties with a bare neck. It was a fact. A few even found fame and some sort of respect too.
She remembered watching celebrity journalist Kim Muttson on TV every night when she was younger. That woman was her hero. They famously called her âthe bust you trust,â but what really drew Eloiseâs attention was her confident eyes. She way she spoke without a shaky voice, the way she sat up straight, the way she moved⌠Everything about her signalled defiance in a way only another woman could sense. Eloise noticed that Muttson never lowered her head even she had to read something on the desk. She picked the paper up and raised it. She never put her wrists together. She never smiled like a servile whore.
And more importantly, the way she was dressed. They made her wear low-cut, revealing tops, of course. Muttson looked great even in such faux-elegant stuff. To male viewers, she was a cleavage. To Eloise, it was her neck. She was sure that the journalist was making the most of this humiliating dress code to give a secret message to sisters around the world. It was possible to keep a neck bare. It was possible to reject the band.
You just had to be⌠extremely lucky?
Eloiseâs heart was broken when Kim Muttson eventually disappeared without a trace. Nobody around her knew what happened to her, but everyone had a crazy theory ranging from heart-warming to absolutely horrifying. A girl at school claimed that she married her boss and quit her job, another claimed that she was kidnapped by an Ibernian gang for ransom and raped to death in captivity. Eloise chose to believe the first rumor. After all, if a celebrity journalist was taken and snuffed, that would be in the news, right?
She didnât have the chance to find out anyway. This was only a week or two before her E-day. And after that, she barely had a moment without a cock in her mouth. Her TV-watching days were over. Little did she know that she and Muttson were going thorough similar processes a few kilometers apart. While she was obediently taking it in both ends in Harlett, her defiant idol was getting brutally gangraped in a Cummypaws training facility in the outskirts of Snatchfield.
Even though it was impossible for a girl like her to rise to the level of Kim Muttson, it was stupfyingly easy for her idol to end up in her situation. In fact, the daily routines of the two young women were almost the same save a few details.
A rough tug on her leash pulled Eloise out of her thoughts. "Come on, Loo-loo," said Buck. "We are late to the park. Stop playing with it and finish me off."
"Yes Buck, thank you," said the girl and picked up the pace obediently. Somewhere not too far from the Alley, former journalist and well-trained petgirl Miss Yummycunt was thinking about how she ended up in her worst nightmare.
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Warm rays of the sun that poured in through the cracks in the wall finally disappeared and the barn turned blood red in a few minutes. She spat the tasteless feed in her mouth, raised her head, and looked out of the small window above. She sighed in despair. The sun was going down. Soon it was going to be dark again.
For the girls in the barn, this meant one thing: The night machine.
The first time she was placed in the old QR trainer, she thought it was impossible to survive for five minutes. But now, after weeks of heavy practice, she could easily go on for a full hour without even stumbling once.
The training machine itself wasnât that impressive. Under all those slick panels and screens, it was a simple metal frame that held together three dildo-pistons, three slapper-fans and a noisy, worn-out treadmill. Trainers would adjust the height of the pistons, shove the silicone cocks in her orifices, select one of the several preset training ârunsâ using the outdated touchscreen, and leave her alone for an hour. The dildos activated first to warm her up by fucking her in all three holes for a minute or two before the treadmill began moving.
All running programs followed the same pattern: walk, trot, canter, and gallop, followed by a quick cool-down sequence in reverse order. The only thing that really changed was the speed of the pistons and the slappers. The standard sequential pattern was the one she hated the least. It was predictable: deep pussy penetration, slap on the ass-cheeks, anal penetration, slap on her tits, oral penetration, slap on her back, and repeat⌠faster and faster. In full gallop, the entire sequence was squeezed into a mere two seconds. Some other ârunsâ focused on her primary, some went heavy on her throat. But the worst one was the âfully randomizedâ program. It felt more like a beating than a rape.
First week was an absolute nightmare. It was hard enough to walk in those pointy ballet-boots anyway, but she had to do it bent-over, practically hanging by her hair and waist, with three mechanized dildos brutally âairtightingâ her? And she had to run faster and faster while being fucked and whipped? She thought it was a cruel joke when the trainer led her in and started to rig her up. It was simply impossible.
She was wrong. Nothing was impossible if you were not allowed to quit. The trainers, they would tie her up above the treadmill and leave. There was nobody to hear her screams, sobs, and pleas. There was nobody to stop the machine. When the pistons started to fuck her, they kept going until the end of the program. The machine had no mercy. The slappers didnât slow down or stop hitting her because she cried hard enough.
In her first few sessions, she thought she could drag her feet and even stop running whenever she lost her balance. She was virtually suspended in air by ropes anyway. But she quickly realized that cheating came with a heavy price. Whenever she stumbled, missed a few steps, or stopped running altogether, the speed of the pistons and slappers increased to max level, and the missed time was added to the end of the program. She was not allowed to cheat her way out.
The thing was indefatigable and ruthless. It was hell on all three of her fuckholes. There was no way of enjoying the activity either. She came, occasionally, especially at the beginning of sessions⌠but those were not enjoyable orgasms. It was the strangest feeling. Like all fuckmeat whose orifices were pounded by big fat cocks mercilessly, her body reacted the way it supposed to do, by reaching some kind of high pleasure point. But her mind never registered it as real pleasure. It was never rewarding, satisfying, or enjoyable. The sensation itself was muted, stale, insignificant. Nothing like the climaxes she had experienced during a real rape.
She was fully utilized by humans after the machine session too. Her trainers, they fucked her regularly during outdoors training, at feeding time, even while she was trying to catch some sleep at the barn. She could not feel any pleasure with real cocks either, but to her surprise she was always wet and ready to serve. The program worked wonders. They were able to liberate her body from the control of her mind fully. Her holes were now fully trained to crave and serve cock against her will.
And she wasnât even a slave. She was a fucking volunteer⌠A volunteer whoâs stuck in this nightmare, and she had nobody but herself to blame for it.
She still cursed the moment the idea popped into her head. It was several weeks ago, when she was alone in her small apartment in East Leashing, during a regular wine-and-jill session. She poured herself a glass of pinot, got fully naked, and started to pleasure herself to Kimberly Muttsonâs recent puppy training video on the TV.
It was the best thing ever! She couldnât stop watching her arch-rival, âThe Bust you Trustâ herself, getting spit-roasted like a worthless dog on camera. To Leaâs delight, the once acclaimed investigative reporter and news anchor was now the hapless star of the latest Cummypaws training special. Channel 12 did a great job documenting her satisfying fall. The editing was great. Every penetration, every creampie, every lash, and every slap looked absolutely vicious. Timely close-ups to that haughty whoreâs rape-face, her angelic features contorted in pain, her blushing rosy cheeks soaked in tears⌠everything was absolutely perfect. Lea liked to pause the video at minute 34:23 every time. She had her best orgasms when she managed to catch the shock and despair in Kimâs eyes at that very moment⌠when she looked at the camera pleadingly with a fat cock buried in her throat.
It was the sexiest thing ever. It was the most watched show of all time too.
Lea had the âwinning ideaâ moments after another powerful climax. A monthly show, documenting a specific female training program from the traineeâs perspective. Kind of like what happened to Kim, but not exactly. Lea could try to replicate this magic without ending up as a slave herself. She could assume a fake identity and volunteer, receive a light training for a short while, say for a week or two, for example.
A format that was impossible to fail. She decided to go and pitch her idea to Channel 12, where Kim used to work, just out of pure spite. Her own ratings at Channel 3 was fine, but 12 had a bigger audience. And replacing Kimberly Muttson would finally give her the legitimacy she had always wanted.
She wasnât an imbecile, of course. She knew the risk of the format she was going to pitch, and she knew how Kimâs boss Mr Kitts betrayed her star reporter at the end. So she consulted a lawyer beforehand and had an ironclad contract drawn to avoid involuntary loss of freedom.
To her surprise, everything went well at her pitch. Kitts was happy to see her to begin with. He loved her idea so much, he even agreed to fund her short-term freedom trust. A stupid slut whoâs willing to debase herself on camera to rake in millions for the channel? Whatâs not to like?
Unlike Kim, she was willing to suck and fuck her boss too. She didnât understand why that arrogant bitch refused to serve her colleagues at the office. What did she think she was? A princess? Perhaps her toxic workplace attitude was why her boss decided to turn her into a puppy. Lea wasnât going to do that mistake. She would act hard to get, sure⌠After all, she had worked hard to build that spunky persona at Channel 3⌠but behind the scenes, she was the type of gal whoâd go down on her knees the moment her boss unzipped his pants.
And that was what she did once he agreed to sign her contract. She performed what she called a 80-percenter: She showed off her oral skills to impress him, but didnât do her best. After all, she didnât want him to think that her mouth was a âmust own.â
For a few hours, she was intoxicated by her victory. Got a better job at a bigger TV station, got a freedom trust to keep her safe from slavery for several more years, and humiliated her biggest rival in the process. It was the best day of her life, she thought.
It was, however, the beginning of a nightmare.
The Nightmare
Warm rays of the sun that poured in through the cracks in the wall finally disappeared and the barn turned blood red in a few minutes. She spat the tasteless feed in her mouth, raised her head, and looked out of the small window above. She sighed in despair. The sun was going down. Soon it was going to be dark again.
For the girls in the barn, this meant one thing: The night machine.
The first time she was placed in the old QR trainer, she thought it was impossible to survive for five minutes. But now, after weeks of heavy practice, she could easily go on for a full hour without even stumbling once.
The training machine itself wasnât that impressive. Under all those slick panels and screens, it was a simple metal frame that held together three dildo-pistons, three slapper-fans and a noisy, worn-out treadmill. Trainers would adjust the height of the pistons, shove the silicone cocks in her orifices, select one of the several preset training ârunsâ using the outdated touchscreen, and leave her alone for an hour. The dildos activated first to warm her up by fucking her in all three holes for a minute or two before the treadmill began moving.
All running programs followed the same pattern: walk, trot, canter, and gallop, followed by a quick cool-down sequence in reverse order. The only thing that really changed was the speed of the pistons and the slappers. The standard sequential pattern was the one she hated the least. It was predictable: deep pussy penetration, slap on the ass-cheeks, anal penetration, slap on her tits, oral penetration, slap on her back, and repeat⌠faster and faster. In full gallop, the entire sequence was squeezed into a mere two seconds. Some other ârunsâ focused on her primary, some went heavy on her throat. But the worst one was the âfully randomizedâ program. It felt more like a beating than a rape.
First week was an absolute nightmare. It was hard enough to walk in those pointy ballet-boots anyway, but she had to do it bent-over, practically hanging by her hair and waist, with three mechanized dildos brutally âairtightingâ her? And she had to run faster and faster while being fucked and whipped? She thought it was a cruel joke when the trainer led her in and started to rig her up. It was simply impossible.
She was wrong. Nothing was impossible if you were not allowed to quit. The trainers, they would tie her up above the treadmill and leave. There was nobody to hear her screams, sobs, and pleas. There was nobody to stop the machine. When the pistons started to fuck her, they kept going until the end of the program. The machine had no mercy. The slappers didnât slow down or stop hitting her because she cried hard enough.
In her first few sessions, she thought she could drag her feet and even stop running whenever she lost her balance. She was virtually suspended in air by ropes anyway. But she quickly realized that cheating came with a heavy price. Whenever she stumbled, missed a few steps, or stopped running altogether, the speed of the pistons and slappers increased to max level, and the missed time was added to the end of the program. She was not allowed to cheat her way out.
The thing was indefatigable and ruthless. It was hell on all three of her fuckholes. There was no way of enjoying the activity either. She came, occasionally, especially at the beginning of sessions⌠but those were not enjoyable orgasms. It was the strangest feeling. Like all fuckmeat whose orifices were pounded by big fat cocks mercilessly, her body reacted the way it supposed to do, by reaching some kind of high pleasure point. But her mind never registered it as real pleasure. It was never rewarding, satisfying, or enjoyable. The sensation itself was muted, stale, insignificant. Nothing like the climaxes she had experienced during a real rape.
She was fully utilized by humans after the machine session too. Her trainers, they fucked her regularly during outdoors training, at feeding time, even while she was trying to catch some sleep at the barn. She could not feel any pleasure with real cocks either, but to her surprise she was always wet and ready to serve. The program worked wonders. They were able to liberate her body from the control of her mind fully. Her holes were now fully trained to crave and serve cock against her will.
And she wasnât even a slave. She was a fucking volunteer⌠A volunteer whoâs stuck in this nightmare, and she had nobody but herself to blame for it.
She still cursed the moment the idea popped into her head. It was several weeks ago, when she was alone in her small apartment in East Leashing, during a regular wine-and-jill session. She poured herself a glass of pinot, got fully naked, and started to pleasure herself to Kimberly Muttsonâs recent puppy training video on the TV.
It was the best thing ever! She couldnât stop watching her arch-rival, âThe Bust you Trustâ herself, getting spit-roasted like a worthless dog on camera. To Leaâs delight, the once acclaimed investigative reporter and news anchor was now the hapless star of the latest Cummypaws training special. Channel 12 did a great job documenting her satisfying fall. The editing was great. Every penetration, every creampie, every lash, and every slap looked absolutely vicious. Timely close-ups to that haughty whoreâs rape-face, her angelic features contorted in pain, her blushing rosy cheeks soaked in tears⌠everything was absolutely perfect. Lea liked to pause the video at minute 34:23 every time. She had her best orgasms when she managed to catch the shock and despair in Kimâs eyes at that very moment⌠when she looked at the camera pleadingly with a fat cock buried in her throat.
It was the sexiest thing ever. It was the most watched show of all time too.
Lea had the âwinning ideaâ moments after another powerful climax. A monthly show, documenting a specific female training program from the traineeâs perspective. Kind of like what happened to Kim, but not exactly. Lea could try to replicate this magic without ending up as a slave herself. She could assume a fake identity and volunteer, receive a light training for a short while, say for a week or two, for example.
A format that was impossible to fail. She decided to go and pitch her idea to Channel 12, where Kim used to work, just out of pure spite. Her own ratings at Channel 3 was fine, but 12 had a bigger audience. And replacing Kimberly Muttson would finally give her the legitimacy she had always wanted.
She wasnât an imbecile, of course. She knew the risk of the format she was going to pitch, and she knew how Kimâs boss Mr Kitts betrayed her star reporter at the end. So she consulted a lawyer beforehand and had an ironclad contract drawn to avoid involuntary loss of freedom.
To her surprise, everything went well at her pitch. Kitts was happy to see her to begin with. He loved her idea so much, he even agreed to fund her short-term freedom trust. A stupid slut whoâs willing to debase herself on camera to rake in millions for the channel? Whatâs not to like?
Unlike Kim, she was willing to suck and fuck her boss too. She didnât understand why that arrogant bitch refused to serve her colleagues at the office. What did she think she was? A princess? Perhaps her toxic workplace attitude was why her boss decided to turn her into a puppy. Lea wasnât going to do that mistake. She would act hard to get, sure⌠After all, she had worked hard to build that spunky persona at Channel 3⌠but behind the scenes, she was the type of gal whoâd go down on her knees the moment her boss unzipped his pants.
And that was what she did once he agreed to sign her contract. She performed what she called a 80-percenter: She showed off her oral skills to impress him, but didnât do her best. After all, she didnât want him to think that her mouth was a âmust own.â
For a few hours, she was intoxicated by her victory. Got a better job at a bigger TV station, got a freedom trust to keep her safe from slavery for several more years, and humiliated her biggest rival in the process. It was the best day of her life, she thought.
It was, however, the beginning of a nightmare.
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Active member
Follows The Promise
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The honeymoon was short. Perhaps âhoney-long-weekendâ was a better name for it. Three full days at a five-star resort in Costa Mujerzuela. Warm sun, golden beaches, spicy food, and limitless amount of alcohol⌠and an infinite number of tanned island beauties. It was heaven on earth, especially for male visitors who liked to have their cocks sucked.
Mujerzuelan girls were out of this world. She was flabbergasted by their beauty the moment they stepped out of the plane. They were literally called âbeautiesâ too. It was their official term for women. Every single employee they met was an impossibly gorgeous angel, each was more stunning than the next. Mujerzuelan law was strict about female clothing. Rape-age women werenât allowed to cover themselves. The only item they were allowed to wear was a pair of shoes, and sometimes a little accessory like a sash or an irregular neckpiece to identify them and their specific functions.
More importantly, they were all fuckable in every orifice, anytime, anywhere, without exceptions.
Unlike Pussiana, there was no private female ownership in Costa Mujerzuela. All nubile women belonged to the state, and a centralized Revolutionary Female Distribution Directorate made sure that each and every one of them served the male population as best as they could. They were ânationalizedâ at the age of 18, then sent to a training camp for several months where they learned how to serve men properly. Upon graduation, most served in their local communities, but the surplus was allocated to regions and sectors with pussy shortage. A small portion of them were sold to foreigners in free-trade zones like this. It was a well-regulated system that worked.
Sofia was impressed by the efficiency of the system. Mujerzuelans seemed content and jolly in general, even most of the women she had seen. Granted, her exposure was brief and she havenât seen much beyond the high-end resort, but she could tell anyway. Her new husband insisted that such a centralized âutopiaâ could work in a small island nation of several million, but never in a behemoth like Pussiana where market forces determined the number of cunts you can own and rape.
Equitable distribution of nubile females was also one of the initial promises of the Fist and Arrow movement in Pussiana back in the day, but it was quickly abandoned after the Glorious Revolution. It was relatively easy to topple a dwindling pseudo-democracy, but deep-rooted capitalist forces proved to be much more resilient and adaptive. The fat cats simply stopped selling overpriced jewelry to housewives, and started selling the housewives themselves.
Her husband thought Mujerzuelan system was too idealistic to work back home, but this dismissive attitude didnât stop him from enjoying it to the fullest. He constantly had his cock in island girls since they arrived. Sofia stopped counting after fourteen at the beach orgy they attended on their first night. The man was so enamoured by the resortâs exquisite pussy offerings, he simply forgot about his young bride for long periods of time. He fucked Sofia's face only once that day.
She wasnât complaining, of course. After weeks of heavy rape she had to endure prior to their wedding, she was happy to have a calm respite. The place was literally heaven on earth. It was a secluded luxury hotel placed between a lush forest and a wonderful beach, but the untouched nature was not the best thing about it.
It was the special girls who were trained to give the best cunnies in the world.
At breakfast, two "beauties" came to their table to serve the food, then knelt before them and waited for her husbandâs go ahead. The blonde went on to suck his cock, and the gorgeous brunette started to lick Sofiaâs pussy. That was, without exaggeration, the best thing ever happened to her. She was lucky to have three powerful mind-wiping orgasms one after another, until her husband was done with his own breakfast beauty.
It wasnât all blowjobs and cunnies at the resort, of course. They visited the small nearby town with picturesque one-story houses on their second day, took a long stroll down the main road peppered with restaurants, cafes, and souvenir shops. It was a new experience for her because it was the first time ever she walked around completely naked in public. Her husband suggested that she follow the local custom that day and lose all her clothes but her high-heels. She wasnât a shy virgin of course, but total public nudity was a line she had never crossed back home. Regardless, she did as told without hesitation. Masterâs suggestion was slaveâs order. To her surprise, she didnât have a panic attack. Nobody there cared that she was naked. She was just another cunt. It turned out to be a quite liberating experience in the end.
It was a fine day. They had lunch at a restaurant overlooking the bay, and did some shopping afterwards. He got her a nice handmade flogger and a pair of ornate wooden handcuffs, and bought himself three 18-year old virgins from the surplus pussy store. After receiving that fantastical cunny earlier, Sofia was more excited about his gifts than hers. Would he let her use them too?
He did. That night, when he was deflowering them one by one, Sofia was allowed to play with the idle fuckmeat. The girls were previously unpenetrated but definitely not untrained. They knew how to please both men and women. They knew how to touch, how to kiss, how to lick⌠She enjoyed it all. It was the best time she had since she was put on the âexecutive enslavement trackâ that led to her enforced marriage with her boss Mr. Ulfbock. Orgasm after orgasm, each better than the last. When she eventually passed out, one of the girls was still licking her body all over.
She had another big surprise the next morning, when she was woken up by one of the beauties with a soft-and-slow⌠a cunny version of the rituals? Two girls were performing the morning ritual on Ulfbock, and the third was doing it for her. It was the strangest feeling. Stirred by pleasure! A warm feeling spreading around your entire body. An intense pleasure building up slowly until it exploded in a wonderful climax.
Was this how men felt every morning? How could they turn into the unfeeling monsters after being welcomed by such dulcet treatment? It made no sense!
Instinctively she turned to her husband to see how much he enjoyed the ritual. Were these girls doing a better than job than her? Possibly, they were. There was two of them to begin with, but also, they were properly trained just to do stuff like this. Here in this country, this was the only job women were allowed to do. Pleasing men.
Was it different in Pussiana, she wondered. Perhaps, only a little bit.
He wasnât awake yet. He was a heavy sleeper, she knew that. She knew how his body reacted to specific stimulants. She knew well how to please him. She learned all that after weeks of service. But beyond that, she knew little about Erhard Ulfbock, the man, beyond the bits and pieces of his personality he let her see. He was calm and pleasant most of the time. Even with her and other pussied inferiors, he was cordial and pleasant.
He did have a quick temper, she found out, when he was reminded of his ex-wife. She saw that darker side of him right after their âweddingâ at the office. The moment he revealed to her the terrible truth of his wifeâs⌠accident⌠was the scariest moment of Sofiaâs life. He turned into something she had never seen before.
But not since, thankfully
Despite the shock she was in, she was able to calm him down using her womanly charms that day. She did give a killer blowjob, that was certain. It was her best weapon of survival, forged in fire. Since that explosive moment, he was back to his cordial self again. He was good to her too. He let her eat human food, he let her walk on two feet, he let her enjoy cunnies from beauties⌠He even told her she was allowed to keep doing her job at the office. The idea was amusing, of course, since her job at the law firm was sucking and fucking him, and nothing else.
She chose to ignore the horrible things he said that day, especially the part about her FR-date. That was, she decided, words uttered in anger and desperation. They didnât mean anything. She was going to be the best wife and slave anyway. She was a perfectionist, a hard worker, and most importantly, very smart. If she was good enough to ace the bar exam that was designed for male lawyers, she could easily become the perfect sex slave too. It was nothing to it, really. she was going to rock his world.
Of course, her confidence was shaken a little by the gorgeous fucktoys they were surrounded by in this small island. She was beautiful and skilled, yes, but these girls were simply incredible. Especially when they put tongue-to-clit.
No, she wonât have a fixed FR-date. She was going to have first dates every single day. Make her husband happy. Please him and relax him at work, at home, as long as she was able. Sheâd make him fall in love with her if possible, and perhaps even love him back one day. It was possible. Probable even. Many people fell in love with their slaves or masters.
Erhard woke up eventually after a few minutes. When he did, she thanked her cunny-beauty and joined the two other who were pleasing her husband-master. He seemed to enjoy her humble contribution to the ritual. He briefly fucked her in the pussy afterwards, before continuing to threehole the three beauties for entire hour. She didnât mind. They were new and exciting, yes. But they were just snacks, and she was the main course.
Something strange happened after he was done with the girls. He lined them up against the wall and asked her to pick two. She chose the two girls whose cunnies she enjoyed the most. Ulfbock simply nodded, then grabbed the one Sofia didnât pick and dragged her out of the room. Sofia and the two beauties stayed there, confused.
He returned an hour later, without the girl. Sofia wanted to ask what happened to the girl, but couldnât muster the courage. She simply assumed that he sent her back to the shop. Did they have a return policy for deflowered virgins?
It was their last day in paradise. They had another breakfast with beauties between their legs, had a nice swim, A boat trip to a nearby cove, and finally a good long massage at the resort. Everything was so beautiful and relaxing, she forgot all her worries.
That night, when they returned to Pussiana, she had a little culture shock. When they exited the firmâs private jet, she immediately realized that she was still completely naked. Her shame amused her husband greatly, so he didnât allow her to put on any clothing after they get back home. Sofia hoped that it was just a one time thing.
Of course, the culture shock their island beauties had was a lot more traumatizing than Sofiaâs temporary public humiliation. As imported pussy, they were immediately taken to the Airport BFA office for registration and banding. Predictably, they were given stellar A-grades and breeding recommendations after a quick âPrimary Inspectionâ session. Ulfbock servonymmed the raven-haired one Whoremosa, and let Sofia name the red-haired beauty. She was surprised to be given the privilege. She chose the name Bonbonita.
The beauties were quite surprised to learn that they had to respond to new names now. Their shock deepened further when Ulfbock took them to the petshop at the airport and put them in petgirl gear, complete with tailplugs and shock collars. Sofia could never forget the confused look on their faces when he leashed them and ordered them to go down on all-fours like puppies. It was probably the first time the poor things had to crawl alongside a man in public, but what really shook them was having to wear long spandex leggings and elbow gloves.
Sofia was used to seeing Pussianan women in slavewear designed to excite men and humiliate women, of course, but after seeing paradise with her own eyes for a few days, she couldnât help but feel sad. Hiding these angels in cheap spandex was an affront to nature.
At home, Ulbock took two cages from the storage and placed them in the main bedroom. He then fucked their mouths once more and left to work out in the gym next door.
Sofia let the girls rest for a bit then led them to their cages by the bed. It was that moment that she finally realized that theirs was now âlegallyâ a harem with three owned cunts. She crouched down and patted them on the head. âWelcome to Pussiana, puppies,â she smiled. âI must make Erhard Ulfbock the happiest man on Earth. And you two will help me do it.â
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The Honeymoon
The honeymoon was short. Perhaps âhoney-long-weekendâ was a better name for it. Three full days at a five-star resort in Costa Mujerzuela. Warm sun, golden beaches, spicy food, and limitless amount of alcohol⌠and an infinite number of tanned island beauties. It was heaven on earth, especially for male visitors who liked to have their cocks sucked.
Mujerzuelan girls were out of this world. She was flabbergasted by their beauty the moment they stepped out of the plane. They were literally called âbeautiesâ too. It was their official term for women. Every single employee they met was an impossibly gorgeous angel, each was more stunning than the next. Mujerzuelan law was strict about female clothing. Rape-age women werenât allowed to cover themselves. The only item they were allowed to wear was a pair of shoes, and sometimes a little accessory like a sash or an irregular neckpiece to identify them and their specific functions.
More importantly, they were all fuckable in every orifice, anytime, anywhere, without exceptions.
Unlike Pussiana, there was no private female ownership in Costa Mujerzuela. All nubile women belonged to the state, and a centralized Revolutionary Female Distribution Directorate made sure that each and every one of them served the male population as best as they could. They were ânationalizedâ at the age of 18, then sent to a training camp for several months where they learned how to serve men properly. Upon graduation, most served in their local communities, but the surplus was allocated to regions and sectors with pussy shortage. A small portion of them were sold to foreigners in free-trade zones like this. It was a well-regulated system that worked.
Sofia was impressed by the efficiency of the system. Mujerzuelans seemed content and jolly in general, even most of the women she had seen. Granted, her exposure was brief and she havenât seen much beyond the high-end resort, but she could tell anyway. Her new husband insisted that such a centralized âutopiaâ could work in a small island nation of several million, but never in a behemoth like Pussiana where market forces determined the number of cunts you can own and rape.
Equitable distribution of nubile females was also one of the initial promises of the Fist and Arrow movement in Pussiana back in the day, but it was quickly abandoned after the Glorious Revolution. It was relatively easy to topple a dwindling pseudo-democracy, but deep-rooted capitalist forces proved to be much more resilient and adaptive. The fat cats simply stopped selling overpriced jewelry to housewives, and started selling the housewives themselves.
Her husband thought Mujerzuelan system was too idealistic to work back home, but this dismissive attitude didnât stop him from enjoying it to the fullest. He constantly had his cock in island girls since they arrived. Sofia stopped counting after fourteen at the beach orgy they attended on their first night. The man was so enamoured by the resortâs exquisite pussy offerings, he simply forgot about his young bride for long periods of time. He fucked Sofia's face only once that day.
She wasnât complaining, of course. After weeks of heavy rape she had to endure prior to their wedding, she was happy to have a calm respite. The place was literally heaven on earth. It was a secluded luxury hotel placed between a lush forest and a wonderful beach, but the untouched nature was not the best thing about it.
It was the special girls who were trained to give the best cunnies in the world.
At breakfast, two "beauties" came to their table to serve the food, then knelt before them and waited for her husbandâs go ahead. The blonde went on to suck his cock, and the gorgeous brunette started to lick Sofiaâs pussy. That was, without exaggeration, the best thing ever happened to her. She was lucky to have three powerful mind-wiping orgasms one after another, until her husband was done with his own breakfast beauty.
It wasnât all blowjobs and cunnies at the resort, of course. They visited the small nearby town with picturesque one-story houses on their second day, took a long stroll down the main road peppered with restaurants, cafes, and souvenir shops. It was a new experience for her because it was the first time ever she walked around completely naked in public. Her husband suggested that she follow the local custom that day and lose all her clothes but her high-heels. She wasnât a shy virgin of course, but total public nudity was a line she had never crossed back home. Regardless, she did as told without hesitation. Masterâs suggestion was slaveâs order. To her surprise, she didnât have a panic attack. Nobody there cared that she was naked. She was just another cunt. It turned out to be a quite liberating experience in the end.
It was a fine day. They had lunch at a restaurant overlooking the bay, and did some shopping afterwards. He got her a nice handmade flogger and a pair of ornate wooden handcuffs, and bought himself three 18-year old virgins from the surplus pussy store. After receiving that fantastical cunny earlier, Sofia was more excited about his gifts than hers. Would he let her use them too?
He did. That night, when he was deflowering them one by one, Sofia was allowed to play with the idle fuckmeat. The girls were previously unpenetrated but definitely not untrained. They knew how to please both men and women. They knew how to touch, how to kiss, how to lick⌠She enjoyed it all. It was the best time she had since she was put on the âexecutive enslavement trackâ that led to her enforced marriage with her boss Mr. Ulfbock. Orgasm after orgasm, each better than the last. When she eventually passed out, one of the girls was still licking her body all over.
She had another big surprise the next morning, when she was woken up by one of the beauties with a soft-and-slow⌠a cunny version of the rituals? Two girls were performing the morning ritual on Ulfbock, and the third was doing it for her. It was the strangest feeling. Stirred by pleasure! A warm feeling spreading around your entire body. An intense pleasure building up slowly until it exploded in a wonderful climax.
Was this how men felt every morning? How could they turn into the unfeeling monsters after being welcomed by such dulcet treatment? It made no sense!
Instinctively she turned to her husband to see how much he enjoyed the ritual. Were these girls doing a better than job than her? Possibly, they were. There was two of them to begin with, but also, they were properly trained just to do stuff like this. Here in this country, this was the only job women were allowed to do. Pleasing men.
Was it different in Pussiana, she wondered. Perhaps, only a little bit.
He wasnât awake yet. He was a heavy sleeper, she knew that. She knew how his body reacted to specific stimulants. She knew well how to please him. She learned all that after weeks of service. But beyond that, she knew little about Erhard Ulfbock, the man, beyond the bits and pieces of his personality he let her see. He was calm and pleasant most of the time. Even with her and other pussied inferiors, he was cordial and pleasant.
He did have a quick temper, she found out, when he was reminded of his ex-wife. She saw that darker side of him right after their âweddingâ at the office. The moment he revealed to her the terrible truth of his wifeâs⌠accident⌠was the scariest moment of Sofiaâs life. He turned into something she had never seen before.
But not since, thankfully
Despite the shock she was in, she was able to calm him down using her womanly charms that day. She did give a killer blowjob, that was certain. It was her best weapon of survival, forged in fire. Since that explosive moment, he was back to his cordial self again. He was good to her too. He let her eat human food, he let her walk on two feet, he let her enjoy cunnies from beauties⌠He even told her she was allowed to keep doing her job at the office. The idea was amusing, of course, since her job at the law firm was sucking and fucking him, and nothing else.
She chose to ignore the horrible things he said that day, especially the part about her FR-date. That was, she decided, words uttered in anger and desperation. They didnât mean anything. She was going to be the best wife and slave anyway. She was a perfectionist, a hard worker, and most importantly, very smart. If she was good enough to ace the bar exam that was designed for male lawyers, she could easily become the perfect sex slave too. It was nothing to it, really. she was going to rock his world.
Of course, her confidence was shaken a little by the gorgeous fucktoys they were surrounded by in this small island. She was beautiful and skilled, yes, but these girls were simply incredible. Especially when they put tongue-to-clit.
No, she wonât have a fixed FR-date. She was going to have first dates every single day. Make her husband happy. Please him and relax him at work, at home, as long as she was able. Sheâd make him fall in love with her if possible, and perhaps even love him back one day. It was possible. Probable even. Many people fell in love with their slaves or masters.
Erhard woke up eventually after a few minutes. When he did, she thanked her cunny-beauty and joined the two other who were pleasing her husband-master. He seemed to enjoy her humble contribution to the ritual. He briefly fucked her in the pussy afterwards, before continuing to threehole the three beauties for entire hour. She didnât mind. They were new and exciting, yes. But they were just snacks, and she was the main course.
Something strange happened after he was done with the girls. He lined them up against the wall and asked her to pick two. She chose the two girls whose cunnies she enjoyed the most. Ulfbock simply nodded, then grabbed the one Sofia didnât pick and dragged her out of the room. Sofia and the two beauties stayed there, confused.
He returned an hour later, without the girl. Sofia wanted to ask what happened to the girl, but couldnât muster the courage. She simply assumed that he sent her back to the shop. Did they have a return policy for deflowered virgins?
It was their last day in paradise. They had another breakfast with beauties between their legs, had a nice swim, A boat trip to a nearby cove, and finally a good long massage at the resort. Everything was so beautiful and relaxing, she forgot all her worries.
That night, when they returned to Pussiana, she had a little culture shock. When they exited the firmâs private jet, she immediately realized that she was still completely naked. Her shame amused her husband greatly, so he didnât allow her to put on any clothing after they get back home. Sofia hoped that it was just a one time thing.
Of course, the culture shock their island beauties had was a lot more traumatizing than Sofiaâs temporary public humiliation. As imported pussy, they were immediately taken to the Airport BFA office for registration and banding. Predictably, they were given stellar A-grades and breeding recommendations after a quick âPrimary Inspectionâ session. Ulfbock servonymmed the raven-haired one Whoremosa, and let Sofia name the red-haired beauty. She was surprised to be given the privilege. She chose the name Bonbonita.
The beauties were quite surprised to learn that they had to respond to new names now. Their shock deepened further when Ulfbock took them to the petshop at the airport and put them in petgirl gear, complete with tailplugs and shock collars. Sofia could never forget the confused look on their faces when he leashed them and ordered them to go down on all-fours like puppies. It was probably the first time the poor things had to crawl alongside a man in public, but what really shook them was having to wear long spandex leggings and elbow gloves.
Sofia was used to seeing Pussianan women in slavewear designed to excite men and humiliate women, of course, but after seeing paradise with her own eyes for a few days, she couldnât help but feel sad. Hiding these angels in cheap spandex was an affront to nature.
At home, Ulbock took two cages from the storage and placed them in the main bedroom. He then fucked their mouths once more and left to work out in the gym next door.
Sofia let the girls rest for a bit then led them to their cages by the bed. It was that moment that she finally realized that theirs was now âlegallyâ a harem with three owned cunts. She crouched down and patted them on the head. âWelcome to Pussiana, puppies,â she smiled. âI must make Erhard Ulfbock the happiest man on Earth. And you two will help me do it.â
Kaige
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Thanks so much for sharing them, xxfluffydeathxx!
I hope these summer specials can build up to a new novella series centered on Kim again (or perhaps on Lea). There should be a lot that has happened chronologically since SIT2.