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[LmAnt] - Trading - 12

“Bodyguard?” I snorted, “I don't need a bloody bodyguard!”
He maintained his friendly, amused smile:
“Right, because you'd actually need two, love: one to look after you, and one to keep your beak shut so you can listen without freaking out,” he then returned a little more seriously.
“I know that the Pezak can be annoying with his theatrics and his pompous behaviour, and that you two didn't get off to the best start. But you really should have given him a bit more room to manoeuvre.”
He turned to me and got really serious now:
“While you've been sleeping it off, a lot of things have been going on, and none of it in a good direction,” he then continued, and I struggled to listen without freaking out.
“Your OITC didn't like the outcome of your mission at all. All you had to do was dutifully deliver your probe and the wrong offer, and then return to the office. The fact that you got so... intimate with the Pezak was not planned. Just like the unmasking of your colleague C2. Especially not that you knew about it.”
He rose to his feet, built up his impressive stature in front of me, and then continued:
“They've got their cleaner on you. Very unpleasant chap! Believe me when I tell you that you don't want to have anything to do with him. Not even when he's not on a mission to make you disappear forever.”
I can't say why, but I took his warning seriously. Perhaps because he made a much more down-to-earth impression than the Pezak.
“I assume the name Ayerton Frost means something to you,” he added.
“Of course,” I interjected, “who doesn't know him?”
“Well, he's got his fingers in this game, and he's obviously using them to put the pressure on.”
“What on earth would he have to do with it?” I replied.
“You mean, apart from the fact that he has an interest in manipulating the global markets and using the influence he has gained to push forward his vision of 'Earth 2.0'?”
'Earth 2.0', the much-discussed and equally widely ridiculed vision of this man. He had become the - still - second-richest person in the world thanks to his revolutionary products in the fields of IT and communication and by tapping the mineral resources in the deep sea.
And whose confused political views caused amusement and equally great concern.
His 'Earth 2.0' envisaged a complete reorganization of the entire planet. Starting with the even colonization of the available habitats, through the balanced distribution of accessible resources, to a unified faith and government.
Complete bollocks.
“You can't take that seriously,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Many people take it seriously enough, my dear. For all sorts of reasons. Lots of people who are not to be trifled with and who you - albeit unintentionally - stand in the way of....to get back to the actual topic of the day.”
He squatted down in front of me
“I would love to free you from these cable ties,” he then said.
“Can I trust you to stay peaceful?”

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[LmAnt] - Trading - 13

He tilted his head a little to the side and waited for my response.
“You seem like a much smaller arsehole than that Pezak, so the chances of me wanting to hit you are very small.” I finally said.
He grinned, nodded an “Okay” and the first cable tie was removed.
“Thanks,” I said politely, and checked to see if the thing had done any damage.
It hadn't.
Good.
He continued his work, and while I had the opportunity to watch his rather skilful fingers, I also got a few questions off my chest:
“What happens next?” was the first thing I wanted to know.
“Firstly, I'll feed you the information we have so far. So that you get the full picture of the situation,” he enumerated.
“Then I'll equip you. I've got a nice A-TeKK outfit for you that might suit you. It's from a retired colleague, about your stature.”
A-TeKK combat gear?
These things cost a fortune, but were supposedly worth the price.
But why did I need something like that?
“I'm not a soldier,” I interjected, “I'm not trained for combat. What am I supposed to do with this thing?”
“It's simple: it protects you, even if you're not fighting,” he replied succinctly.
“Believe me, you won't want to give it up once you know everything we know.”
I had started to undo the belt that was tied around my upper body myself.
And for the first time since this ominous danger I was supposedly in had been mentioned, I now felt a queasy feeling in my stomach.
“What does all this mean? Why is a third-rate OITC agent, who was also only hired as a freelancer for a single project, becoming a target for the great and powerful of this shitty world?”
He nodded in understanding.
He obviously knew the feeling of being an unsuspecting pawn from his own experience.
Even though I was pretty sure that this experience was from times long past and that something like this no longer happened to him.
“Anyway, it's no coincidence,” he began with the first surprise.
“And it all boils down to Ayerton Frost and his crazy 'Earth 2.0' vision.”
He had squatted down in front of me and was busy undoing the last cable tie from my foot, paused and looked up at me:
“And you being in the game can only be related to the fact that one of his last acquisitions was the takeover of Voll-Entertainment, and that you subsequently left the company due to - what was it called? - strategic and artistic differences!”
What the fuck?
I hadn't just thought that, I'd actually said it out loud.
“Yes,” he said in confirmation, “pretty crazy.”
“What exactly do you know about this 'Earth 2.0' crap?” he then wanted to know.
“I know enough to think it's bollocks, but I haven't looked into it in detail.”
“Okay, then I'll feed you the details.”
He stood up.
“But first, I'm very sure you wouldn't mind a shower. Then we'll get you into your armour, have something to eat, and I'll tell you everything I know.”
He held out a hand to me:
“Deal?"
And without thinking, I took it.
“Deal!”

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For those of us who don't know (myself included) what "Voll Entertainment" is:
It's a story much earlier than this one, in which MiniMe was hired by that company.
It's not necessary to read that (unfinished) story, because everything you need to know will be explained in this story.
However,... it seems like everything is connected, and as if MiniMe wasn't where she is by accident.
What exactly this evil plan would be about, we'll see once it's revealed little by little.
(Here are some images from that story, which I hope to have time to post later)

 

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[LmAnt] - Trading - 14

Sean's handshake was strangely intense. Pleasantly intense.
The kind you don't just feel in your hand, if you know what I mean.
This was further emphasized by the fact that he gently but noticeably stroked that sensitive spot between my index finger and thumb.
You know that spot, right?
Where you can either paralyze someone if you are "The Equalizer”. Or you can also use it to send a highly sensual tingle through someone's nerves.
For me, it was the latter.
And I was pretty sure it wasn't unconscious.
He gripped me just tight enough to help me stand up, and thanks to my yet again quite wobbly legs, I could really use the help.
I nodded my thanks when I was reasonably stable, and he was still holding my hand.
And the look he gave me was just as intense as his touch.
“I'll look after you,” he said. Quite solemnly. Almost like an oath.
“And we'll manage somehow. Okay?”
“Okay,” I replied. Quite hoarsely.
“Okay. Then I'll show you the bathroom now.”

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[LmAnt] - Trading - 15

He opened the door to the neighbouring room and pointed to an open door at the other end.
“Through the door, the bathroom is just to the left,” he explained, and I made my way in, looking around curiously.
“Take your time,” he added.
“I'll organize something to eat in the meantime. The kitchen is just across the corridor. You can't miss it.”
“Thanks,” I said, and was already halfway through the door.
The flat we were in seemed to be a typical 60s/70s flat.
Rooms that weren't too big, but not too small either, arranged around a central corridor.
Few, rather small windows, through which even in broad daylight there would never be enough light to fully illuminate the slight dimness.
The bathroom was probably inside and windowless.
Overall, the flat made a tidy, fully - but not lavishly - furnished and uninhabited impression.
Arriving in the bathroom, I found myself confirmed.
No window. Instead, there was a humming fan that was already running and preparing to shovel the expected humidity out of the room.
The bathroom made a more modern impression and seemed to have been renovated sometime in the 2000s.
It had everything you needed and was spotlessly clean.
I closed and locked the door behind me.
It was just a simple turn lock that you could open from the other side with a screwdriver. And the door didn't look sturdy enough to stop someone with enough determination.
Nevertheless, I felt a little better afterwards.
I exhaled with a sigh and did nothing but stare at myself in the vanity mirror for a while.
The last few days were clearly visible. I didn't even need the scratches and bruises that the “committee” had given me.
My eyes were lacklustre and tired, the wrinkles around them standing out even more than usual despite the dim lighting.
My skin wasn't pale, but somewhat flat from the unaccustomed lack of daylight.
How long had I actually been on this “mission”?
On the third day? The fourth?
And what had this damn mission turned into!
The corrupt, fraudulent OITC, the inscrutable Pezaks, the BoNI, the whole damn government!
Everything was tangled up in an inextricable tangle.
And Ayerton Frost was enthroned above it all, pulling the strings like a puppet master?
Not that I thought it was impossible.
But I felt like I was reading a particularly imaginative conspiracy story.
Hopefully Sean would shed some light on it.
But first it was time for a shower!

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[berseh] Zack is Back 39

[berseh] Zack is Back 38​

"Zack? What the fuck are you doing here? Are you mad? All the cops are after you and you show up in my place? Wanna get me in trouble? If it's about the bucks I owe you I'll pay right-"
"Naahh.. Forget about the 300 bucks Sam.. I've got a much better plan for us: Big figures!"
"Nono you don't get it: You're infectious man! Radioactive! Kidnapping a cop and that famous bitch? I'll have none of that man, too hot!
"Stop bein' a fucking sissy Sam! I'm telling ya there's loads of money ahead. tons of it! I need your talents for that. Sam. Sneaky Sam, Haw haw! Listen to me bro but first.. Have some beer? No beer in the joint I'm telling ya: Three years with fucking no beer, man."
"O..Okay.."

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[berseh] Zack is Back 40

*burping*
Awww man, beer! Beer! Beers and twats that's what I was missing in the fucking joint. Beer.. Fucking a sissy is not the same than a cunt I'm telling ya but now, I-"
"Ok Zack I get it: Fucking a slut is better. Drinking my beer is great. Now tell me why I should have you here for the next minute?"
"Because you want dough."
"Wow, you figured that?"
"Bags of money man. Finito leaving in your shag shit and driving an old truck."
"Right, I heard that before Mr Most Wanted."
"Simple... Think about it man: The puro-neurop-european slut, the actress.. Production will pay millions to have her back in good shape. They've already spent big bucks shooting their fucking movie with the cunt, they don't want starting all over with another bitch! Also, guess the snatching is great publicity"
They open a second beer, drink. Sam nods. Swings his head. Looks at Zack with something one could interpret as new respect.
"See Sam? I learned some shit in that jail. We're gonna make it big man. Fucking big."
"So...why me?"
Zack stared at the scrawny form, unaware of the contempt showing in his face.
"Cause I can't do it alone, bloke: I need a relay. Someone to get them my instructions. Someone bring me and the whores food."
"And I get what?"
"500k"
"A million"
"Ok"

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[berseh] Zack is Back 41

*Can you believe that?
Fucking moron wants a million? And for what? Getting me food and beer and new clothes? Making a call or two to blondie's production?
A million, when I'm taking all the risks? Who got the fucking actress? Zack. Who got the idea? Zack.
A million!...
Who got the guns? Zack.
Well right now it's not like I have more options than Sneaky Sam, shit!*
Hearing footsteps:
"Hey Sam, I wuz beginning to freaking wonder where you been man! 30 fucking minutes to buy me jeans and a fucking cap?
"That's because I'm smart, buddy. Never buy everything in the same store and don't start complainin, Zack. I even had to put some of my money: 150 dollars man! What you gave me wasn't enough after I also got the food and drinks and stuff- that's already in my truck."
"Nahh, I aint' complainin' Sam. Just can't be seen too long here in case they've already told 'bout me an' the sluts on the news. Okay, let's go to my cabin. You gonna love it I'm telling ya: Best fuck you ever had, haw haw!
*What does he think? That it's all fine, I just gotta go shopping clothes that are clearly not my size and people wouldn't notice? Fucking Zack, always going like he's the only one thinking. And now I even had to give 50 of my own money for his clothes..
Alright, and I also stopped in front of the tv at the store when I saw his ugly face on the screen: 200 grands for infos about him? Christ, I really hesitated..

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[berseh] Zack is Back 42

*Zack... He's such an idiot!
Leading me straight to where he keeps the hoes he snatched?
I had to spend some real cash on the food and clothes in case he'd check but this is worth it: 200 grands, oh my fucking god!
Two hundred thousand beautiful dollars! Quickest money I'll ever make in my life but hey, here comes Zack and his crazy stupid schemes, haha!
Imagine what I'd do with that? Swell outfits, perfume, cars, top hookers! I'm so tired of pulling on my bone because the arrogant bitches will only go with deep pockets.. Now they'll be just so happy to suck me 24/7!
As soon as I see he's really kept the movie and police bitches alive I'll just have to leave and phone to get the cash.
This is so grand!*

*Sneaky Sam..
Like I don't know he's not sure about my plan!
Might even be a reward to info the cops about blondie and piggy. After all it's a big catch. Fucking right it is!
Shitty Sam.. I know the rat he is.
Sure would turn on the freaking asshole, but hey: Nothing a tax-free million bucks can't beat!
Beauty of it he's going to forget about the money the minute he sees the free fucks I gonna give him, haw haw!
After he's banged them any hole he'll just do anything.. Anything to fuck them again...
Till I don't need that wimp anymore, haw haw!*

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[berseh] Zack is Back 43

"So what ya sayin' bro? "
.......*gasp*
"Free pussy man! Ain't that the hottest sight ya ever had? Uh?"
......*shock*
"Gettin' in the wagon? Ain't that already best dope? See how they tremble? C'm'on Sam say somethin, there's some ass for you man, the Zack provides!"
*Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.. This is so fucking hot. In-cre-dible.. This asshole has really.. *
"You said it man, Zack.. You said it.. Oh my fucking god you said it!"

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[berseh] Zack is Back 44

*Oh no.. Zack is.. He's back with someone! This is very bad, it means he's getting support.. and... Now he's untying me.. what is..*
"Look at that Sam! Look at the hoes we got! Hot li'l pussies jus' for you and me bro!"
"Please help us! Help us! Get us out! I've got money, please-Ahhh! *slapping my butt*"
"Shut up blondie! Whores don't talk, get it? Shut your fucking mouth! You gonna take it and love it you veggie slut! So man, which you wanna fuck first?"
"You.. I mean, Zack.. We can fuck'em?"
"Of course, haw haw! What are they for, buddy? Aww, you're jus' so funny!"
"But aren't they...?"
"Aren't they what? Naked, tied, they're for us man! So... On my right is fucking the million dollars cunt, on my left is fuck the police, haw haw!
"Please mister, don't listen to-AAhh!"
"Shut it, bitch!! You want me to paint your ass with my belt? So Sam, which one first?"
"Wow wow wow.. You sure it's okay to... Then... Maybe this one first?"

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 11

[WillieMacJ] Florence 10​

Despite her shameful state of undress, Florence returns Ponsonby-Smythe's haughty gaze, with a prideful insolence that likely angers the well-dressed woman even more.

 

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 12

Florence lovely face expresses a variety of emotions -- fear, and sadness and fury -- as she continues to return the contemptuous scowl of the woman who is the architect of the suffering to come.

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 13

While everyone on board was enjoying the sexy display of the prisoner's, full, pink-tipped pleasure-mounds, her escorts, with a startling display of leger-de-main, re-do the shackling of her wrists so quickly and so deftly that scarcely anyone notices.
With her wrists now pinioned tightly behind her, Florence's succulent mounds are thrust into even bolder relief, to the delight of the leering attendees.
"Get on with it, mates!" Daniel Corby bellows lustily. Like most of the men in the assemblage, he can hardly wait to see Florence's shapely body writhing under the cruel caress of the cat.

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 14

The crewmen get to work binding the young woman.
The pair of seamen entrusted with the task of securing the bare-breasted prisoner leap into action. One of them stretches her wrists painfully high above her head and begins to secure them to the frame. But after hearing Ponsonby-Smythe mutter, "Higher! Stretch the harlot higher! And tighter!!" He happily complies, binding the prisoner's wrists so far above her rounded shoulders, that every curve and hollow of Florence's sweetly tapered back is stretched painfully taut.
Having satisfied the noblewoman's directive as regards 'higher,' both knotsmen, wrap and re-wrap the cords around Florence's wrists and ankles, until the 'tighter' admonishment is equally satisfied. Soon the sexy redhead's ripe young breasts are cruelly crushed into the coarse timber crosspiece of the sinister whipping frame, and a cruel smile forms on Lady Jane's mouth as she imagines how the timbers will tear at Florence's delectable nipples once the blows of the cat begin to fall.
"Look at 'er!" Benjamin the Shropshireman exulted, as his greedy eyes raked across Florence's quivering, half-naked body. "She'd give St. Elmo 'imself a stiffie, that one would!"

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[WillieMacJ] Florence 15

All is ready
Strapped to the frame, and stretched to its limits, Florence's delicious young body struggles against her bonds. Unfortunately her sensual movements only seem to whet the sadistic impulses of the onlookers.
"That sun-kissed back will look even better with a few scarlet stripes", Daniel Corby muttered to his mate as the soldiers inch closer, improving their vantage point.
"Aye!" Benjamin rejoined. "And if ye ask me, that narsty-lookin' bloke with the cat'll enjoy every stroke! He's gripping and re-gripping the handle of that whip as if he were having a good wank!"
"As well he might," Corby grinned evilly. "The lucky barstard."
"Aye, that he is. But I'll tell you this, mate. I hope he uses a few strokes to shred that pretty night dress. I wouldn't mind getting a good luck at 'er tasty young arse!"

[WillieMacJ] Florence 16
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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 011

[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 010​

Twenty minutes later, and her subway ride arrived. The doors swung open, and inside, not a single soul.
The traumatized girl had been fucked by such a vile man, and then coated with his cum, left on the ground, naked, and drenched in his fluids. With all of her remaining will power, she crawled her naked ass in before the doors closed on her.

 

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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 012-014

How she had gotten home was a mystery to her. She stood in her living room, looking around in a daze. She felt so horrible. Burping, she realized that she had already been to the bathroom and vomited once.
Standing there for a while, she felt the nausea slowly fade.
This was the first time a man had actually sexually assaulted her. All of her friends had been fucked like this at some point in their lives, so, this wasn't the biggest tragedy in the world. She wasn't permanently injured or anything. The world Jenna lived in was a grim one. These things happened far too often, and were actually not really frowned upon that much. It was also illegal to report on these things. So, one never heard of them from the media.
Jenna had to pick herself up and get cleaned up. She was walking around with a stranger's cum in her pussy. Shuddering, she nearly fell over at the absolute disgust she felt towards her own body. She needed to get him off of her as quickly as possible.
There was a strange, indescribable feeling, down in her crotch. Like something was... being absorbed into her...

Nearly an hour later, Jenna stepped out of the shower and returned to the living room.
Massaging her forehead while the events of earlier replayed through her mind. She felt weird. Not sleepy, and, what really bothered her, not that bad. Standing there in the glowing lights of the warm living room, she tried to figure out what was going on.
She wished she could feel more disgusted. But, standing there, she felt none of the sorts.
There was a strange sheen to her skin. It looked a little oily. When she got out of the shower, there was a tingling that surrounded her, coated her, and now, her surface was smoother.
Standing there for way too long, she didn't know what to do.

A weird sensation emanating from her crotch got her attention. She widened her stance and massaged her soft pubic mound. There was something in there. But, she had cleaned out every drop of cum.
A few small streams of pink liquids trickled out of her. Moaning softly, she just let it happen. Relieving herself on the parquet.
A few minutes later, she looked down, wanting to clean it up. But, there was nothing there. Was it all in her mind?
Was she actually going crazy?

 

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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 015-018

Sitting down on the couch, she focused on her body. Her skin felt weirdly smooth. Her breasts and butt cheeks were warm and weird. So many things that couldn't be described.
Turning around, she thought she saw movement behind her outside.
Staring into the dark wilds, she saw nothing but the pale sky, some stars, and the tiny little light from one of her outdoors lights. It wouldn't turn on unless someone triggered its motion detector.
Turning back, she squeezed her own breast. It felt bigger?
She wanted to turn around once more. She thought she saw movement. But...
There was a growing heat inside of her.
Jenna was very used to this. But... She had just been assaulted. Why was her body so damn horny? She replayed the man's fat cock plunging in and out of her. His mockery. His viciousness.

She was a habitual daydreamer. 2-3 times per day her fingers would find themselves pumping in and out of her pussy.
The idea that there could be men outside, looking at her, filming her, recording her from a hidden position...
She spun around, plopped down on her back, spread her legs, and showed the imaginary lurker how she fingerfucked herself on a daily basis.
It was such a powerful thought. Offering herself to a man in the darkness. The backdoor was unlocked. A mere 7 meters from where she was masturbating, there was a door that any man could just walk through and give her a second round of brutal fucking.
Thinking back to the man who ravaged her, she fingered herself with increased efforts. Arching back, tongue hanging limp out of her mouth, she moaned loudly, squeezing her smooth and oily breast.
The dumb girl needed only open her eyes and look at the drone that was staring at her.

About to orgasm, Jenna opened her eyes. Parts of her hoped to see men standing at the other side of the window, staring at her.
But, there was no one there. She still imagined someone watching her.
And then, she saw it. Something outside moved. It was far too dark to see. She had stared into the ceiling lights to blind herself to the dark outside, to make it harder to actually see anyone out there.
But. There was movement. A reflection of something.
Holy shit, there might actually be someone staring at her.
She screamed out, climaxing so hard, she squirted nectar out, coating the couch while convulsing wildly.
She was such a hopeless whore. The man that attacked her was right about that.

Jenna jumped to her feet once the convulsing orgasm finished. A layer of sweat adding to the oil made her body shine like never before.
She rushed over to the door. Her eyes slowly adapting to the darkness, she looked around. She'd seen movement, but the light hadn't turned on yet. The moment a living creature is within 15 meters of the light, it would turn on.
She spent five minutes debating what to do next. She quickly dried herself off before returning to the door.
She opened it.
The cold air of the night brushed across her naked skin.
Out here, there might be a predator. There was a good chance that one or more men were lurking outside, ready to pounce her, to sexually assault her again.
Why did she open this door? And why...

 

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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 019-022

... Why did she step outside?
And, she didn't just take one small step. No, the horny girl strolled out far into the darkness of the night. She didn't stop until the light turned on.
Her naked body was glowing in the cold light now. Looking around, she saw nothing. No movement, no lights, no reflections.
Had she only looked back towards her own home, she'd seen the black drone hovering in silence, filming her while broadcasting her location.
Stepping closer to the light, she moaned when the surge of excitement got her knees wobbling and her pussylips quivering. Her eyes didn't focus on anything. She spread her legs and started fingering herself again.
"Aaaaah... Aaaaaaah... Please... Ahh.... Fuck me..." She moaned into the night while working her cunt with desperate fingers.
'I am actually insane... I'm just a stupid whore... A stupid whore...' She thought to herself while masturbating outside. This was such an intense situation. The danger felt so real. It only excited her to such lunacy, she was going insane.
"I'm a pathetic slave. Fuck me, take me!" She moaned into the darkness. Inviting whatever danger was lurking to attack her and feast upon her supple body.

"Ouchie... W... What the..." Looking down at her pussy, she saw a strange dart with glowing content slowly empty itself into her. These darts were the preferred ammunition for slavers. Half of the liquid, and all of the actual powerful serum, emptied itself into her body at the moment of impact, and then the other liquid would slowly seep into her. The added horror of seeing the unknown substance being injected into oneself is just an added little bonus that the sadistic slave hunters enjoyed.
In complete shock, she then looked around and saw a man with a gun raised at her. Shooting a second dart into her right tit, it latched on, deposited what it needed to, and then slowly injected her with more glowing liquids.
"Two pins in, bitch is done." The man wielding the gun said.
"Wha..." Jenna wobbled a little as she wanted to run back to her house, but her legs wouldn't let her move that fast. She just wriggled and shook, her ass cheeks and fat tits jiggling enticingly.
Her heart was beating so fast, adrenaline was pumping, her senses were boosted to max, and still. She couldn't do anything.
She didn't feel dazed or confused. She was completely aware and awake. So, why didn't her body react?
The naked girl stared at the hunter, eyes wide and panicking.
"Please..." she pleaded.
"Go ahead, Triarty. Show John how one nabs quality fuckmeat like this dumb bitch." The man lowered his gun and two other men came out from the darkness. There were two drones flying around. Silent, but always watching her.
"What... happening?" Jenna asked in terror. Her last fucked up assault earlier was easy to understand. They wanted to fuck her. But... This was something else. Something much darker... Something absolutely cruel and inhumane, so evil and vile, that she refused to acknowledge what was happening.

"Do I answer her?" The younger man asked one of the older men.
"Not her, IT. And no, why bother? It's just a stupid slave-to-be with tits, ass, and no brain." the man known as Triarty answered the younger man.
"Ah. Okay uncle." The young man known as John plucked the darts out of Jenna's body. Her physique was incredible. She was a bit heavy, as she had a bit of a bubble butt and set of tits, but her small height did help a little.
Jenna wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She had some decent neighbors. They would surely come to her rescue if she yelled loud enough.
"Noo.... Stop..." Jenna whimpered. She couldn't speak in any higher volume than a meek cry.
"This is incredible. You do this often, Uncle?" John asked while weighing Jenna's right tit. They all ignored her pleas and cries, just taunting and chatting.
There was something about this young man's voice. She didn't really look at anyone in particular, but... something was familiar.

"It's been completely immobilized. Go ahead, kid. Put the collar on. Ruin its life with one piece of metal. Undo its entire existence." Triarty said, looking proudly on as John held the girl firmly. He was shaping up to become quite the hunter, just like his dad and uncle.
John was handed a huge and heavy steel collar. After having placed Jenna's arms behind her back, he then began positioning the collar around her neck.
Jenna tried to remove her arms from behind her own back, but she couldn't. It was impossible for some reason.
"Let me go..." She mumbled.
John laughed heartily, but didn't answer with words. Instead, he delivered her a loud metallic click as the steel collar was locked around her neck. He ensured the locking mechanism was closed and impossible to undo before he let go of the collar.
"Is this right?" He asked his uncle.
"Mmmh yeah. The unlocking trigger is unreachable, right? Completely impossible to reach? Then it is done. The collar has already welded the lock, so you need to go to a certified slave outfitter or trainer to actually get that off of the dumb bitch. So, congrats nephew. You just bagged your first slave. Welcome to the business. And I gotta say, your first capture was better looking than mine. But that's mainly because I love pale bimbos."
"And the tits are so good. But the best must be the fat ass cheeks!" John laughed, he was so happy with himself.
"Here. Put these on the slave. So we can use the transport of Mr. Sarkh. He agreed to come with to help you through the first hunt. Since this one's a bit more protected by its status, we need him to make the destruction of this thing's humanity officially approved." Triarty handed John some big cuffs.

 

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Jenna was just silently sobbing to herself. She couldn't move much at all. She was imprisoned inside of her own naked body. It was absolute torture. And the way they refused to even call her a "her", it hurt her so deep. Referred to as a thing, called a million vile things. She was so upset, so shook and mortified, she couldn't put the pieces together, even now.
"And there we go! One bitch loaded up. Now you can maneuver the slave with ease. These pads are great. I always keep some with me wherever I go, just in case." Mr. Sarkh gave an unusually warm smile to John. He really liked the kid. The young man had a knack for these things. A talented man with a bright future.
Triarty put a hand on John's shoulder, giving his nephew a loving smile.
"I'm proud of ya. Me and my brother never got to do these things when growing up. These hunts weren't yet legal back then. But now, I can see so much of my brother in you."
A genuine heart warming moment was transpiring while Jenna weeped and thrashed as best she could. She had been put onto a strange metal pole, her new cuffs were locked on, and the pad she stood on hovered around with such ease. John lifted her up with a simple hold around her shoulder. She was nearly weightless to him.
"Only men can actually move the pads around. I have yet to figure out how they are doing it. But, that's just the brains of the people in the agency that invented these. Impressive stuff."
"Oh. Also, slaves can be given a slave name by whoever caught them. If not, it's just a string of numbers and a few identifiers like their status, their value, or their area of use." Mr. Sarkh encouraged John to give a new name to Jenna.

"Ah that's right. I don't think it realizes who I am..." John said as he turned the slave around to face him.
"Surprise, stupid whore!" John taunted, leaning in closer and caressing her face while squeezing her supple ass.
"You..." Jenna said in a whimpering gasp. It was the man who had ravaged her in the subway station. The man whose cum she had just recently cleaned out of her pussy.
"It's name was Jenna Hall, right uncle?" John asked the man standing a bit away.
"That's right. That was its name. Now you can give it a new name and that will be its new legal identifier. It will still have its former name on its database, so one can still find all the information, images, videos, and private data on it with just that name. But. Nice to have one name that it has to acknowledge as its real name. I suggest something degrading, but not too long."
Jenna was shaking wildly, she tried to be angry, but couldn't. Only dread and terror lived inside of her at the moment. How could she get out of this?
Her desperate thoughts were interrupted as the young man smacked her fat ass cheek and squeezed it tenderly.
"Fuck... It is a stupid whore. Couldn't stop calling it that when I fucked it. And hey. Seems like it worked. My cum definitely made its tits and ass bigger. So that means I poisoned this slave with my cock? That's so fucking awesome! Even if most of it is temporary." The older men were very pleased with the situation. Seems the kid had good genes for passing debilitating effects on females with his cock. A handy and useful talent indeed.

"Your slave name is now Jenna Whore. Jenna Hall is an utterly doll name, and I still want your friends and family to recognize it. I want everyone you care about to see how much of a depraved whore you are. I want you to see them stare at you with disappointment and shame."
John paused, smiling smugly at the stunned slave. Jenna was absolutely in disbelief. One could see her soul shattering into a thousand pieces through her eyes. Her heart was broken.
The older men applauded.
"That's my nephew! What a fucking king!" Triarty said as he took a few photos and sent them to his brother to show what a great and promising son he had. Mr. Sarkh groped Jenna's tits, ass, then sampled her pussy with a finger.
"Physique is actually amazing. This will earn you a lot of coins if you're lucky. I recommend selling it to a trainer. They often buy bitches that have highly fuckable bodies, especially those that look as sad and emotionally wounded as this one."
"Oh. Slave Jenna Whore. Address me as Master from now on until I sell you." John commanded the poor girl.

The collar around her neck zapped her. A painful experience that sent her mind rattling around.
"Call me Master." He said again with a dangerous expression.
"Y...Yes Master" Jenna shakily answered. She couldn't defy him. He would just hurt her. He liked hurting her, so she would gain nothing from defiance. She would need to be smart. Maybe there was something she could do... But...
Her tiny sliver of hope was interrupted when the group began moving out. The pad moved on its own, making sure to always keep the slave near John.
"Hey Jonathan..." Uncle Triarty smiled.
"Happy 20th. Birthday." He chuckled, patting the man on the shoulder, then turning around and walking in front of the group.
Trying to look around, Jenna couldn't really move her head that much. The collar hurt her when she tried to move her head to the sides. She ended up snapping her eyes back and forth, trying to catch glimpses of where they were going. Not inside. But towards the road.
"Once I finalize the capture and slavification process, you'll maybe have a new vacation house. We have footage of the slave using the house to masturbate in, flashing several passers bys, and even fingering itself on the lawn in view from the road. I'll see if I can get a good package. Sometimes their belongings all get seized by the state, sometimes it's their families, and sometimes it is their hunters." Mr. Sarkh said as they walked towards a black truck.
It was the end of Jenna Hall. She had been caught by the man who had sexually assaulted her earlier that night. And now, he was turning her into a slave. The world was unfair and unjust. It was evil.

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