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“12,000 credits.”
“No way. 12,000 credits for a single slut? What are they, rare or something?” My customer retorted, obviously thinking 12,000 credits is too expensive.
“Actually, yes, they are rare. Don’t forget, you ordered for one that can take a lot of beating physically. And she can. She is a medical slave, more exactly for surgery practices. So yes, yeah, they are rare, and they are worth that much. Well actually no, only 10,000 credits, but since I am a slave trader, I get to buy them from the hospitals at that price. You, madam, can’t, and must pay me whatever I want to charge.”
“But you can only increase the price by 20%.”
“THAT IS 20%”
The woman paused for a moment, before “10,000 credits.”
“No way.”
“Come on, 2 thousand credits is already equal to one of our monthly pays. I had to work long and hard just to be able to get something I can throw around with out fearing it would break after long.”
“Are you stupid? That’s the price I paid for her! 11,500 credits.”
“10,500 credits.”
“11,000 credits, final price.”
“10,750 credits.”
“No.”
The woman gritted her teeth before sighing. “Fine.”
“Fine.” I replied, taking out a digital pad and handing it towards my client. She took it, quickly punched in her address, before taking out a card and swiping the side of it. And then she punched in her password and a beep confirmed the transaction was completed, before she handed it back to me.
“Congratulations, you are now a proud owner of a nearly-unbreakable slave.” I faked a smile. “She will be delivered in the next 5 days.”
“Okay.” My client simply said reaching out with her right hand, and I reached mine out to shake it.
“No mark?” She asked, and I could feel her heart speeding up through her hands. I looked and saw that she had a mark on her right hand, where most people had theirs. Having a mark, a specific mark with the old female symbol on meant that you are a free woman. Any other mark meant that you were owned by someone else. No marks meant that you were free to be taken.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but.” I took my hand back and brought my left hand out, where the old female symbol was engraved on.
“Ah… right.” My client’s smile faded. She did not get another slave for free today. “Okay then… happy dealing with you. See you around.” She said, before getting onto her car and getting drived away, leaving me to sigh as I looked at my left hand. This was sad… not because she instantly jumped to conclusions, but because of the state that women were in nowadays.
Back in the 21st century, women’s rights were improving and suddenly a group decided that women should have more rights that females. Being head strong and reckless, they expanded quickly, and then suddenly, they collapsed. Whether or not men or more or less intelligent, they were still more physical and easily overpowered them. On a role, they then dominated and changed Earth into a masculin-dominated leadership. Turned out that men had there own thing planned along, using the small-time women uprising as an excuse.
Almost every female in existence was rounded up and the most useful ones kept, the rest killed.
And then centuries went by, until now, the 34th century, more exactly the year 3356, it had turned into this. Men ruled, and women are bred as not just slaves but servants and everything else men could thought off.
But it was not all bad, as some woman could be made into ‘free humans’, with a lot of money. As long as they have the symbol that I have, they are treated equally as any men. Which is why I must say I am very, very lucky. Me and my sister was born into a very wealthy family, and we both have the symbols.
As myself, a tall slender brunnette woman in her twenties with bright blue eyes and semi-perky breasts, I would most likely be fucked in every opening by now. Every single one of them. But I am not, and I guess I should be lucky for it.
Sighing, I got into my car and drove off. Unlike most other free women, I did not like being treated like a queen, but rather, just a normal person. Which is why I drive myself around. Then I feel like a real human being.
Then I sighed again, and placed my arms on my steering wheel. Traffic jam. That is one thing that haven’t changed every since then.
So I decided to look to my left at the beach, where luckily, not many women were being abused out there.
Near the water, a man was laying on a woman who was on her front, his dick in her ass. He was sleeping and enjoying the breeze. She was not. She must be new to the job then.
It was an usual thing for men to take their slaves out to serve them on the beach in various ways. That was just one example, the other way was for the woman to be on her back, and the man to have his dick in her pussy instead. Usually, those women are slightly taller than the men, so that the men can place his head on or just above the woman’s breasts, using them as a make-shift pillow.
Then there’s also what the men call the love triangle. They would lay spreaded out on the sand whilst three women did three things. Either, if the man is laying on the back, one of the women would be sucking his dick, the other two sitting at either side of him, his arms stretched and his hands in either of their pussies. If he lays upside down, then its pretty much the same thing, except that the woman’s pussy is where the man’s mouth is, so that he can lick it whenever he wants, whilst she has to suck his dick.
Sometimes, there is a fourth woman who would lay on her front, and then the man on top of her, and as stated above, a woman sucking his dick whilst two fucks his hands, which was the other sight on the beach.
Other than those two, the beach was rather quiet today. After all, it was Slave-Day, which, unlike what it seems to stand for, is where slaves are forced to be traded at a cheaper price than usual, which is why I could only charge that much for the slave I sold today.
But it was fine by me. I was just an agent, and I would receive 10% of the original price anyways. Today, that’s only 20% total. Normally, at the 100% possible increment, I would have gained 110%.
But today, that 20% was 2,000 credits. Normally, the 110% yielded something like 110 credits. Yes, that was how expensive the slave I sold today was.
Sighing again, I turned to another area, where a young girl was being pulled away by a man, whilst another man stood watching and a woman crying.
With out even needing to hear what was going on, she could already guess what was being said.
The young girl was begging her mother to help and the father to not sell her. The father was happy that he got money. The mother was crying since she lost her teenage daughter. The other man was also happy, because he got himself a slave, and possibly, a mode of making money.
When he brings her home, he’ll most likely keep her somewhere, fucking her in wherever he can fuck her until she becomes pregnant, and fucks her again afterwards, so that he can have a lot of daughters to sell.
To have a son, they’d need a special slave, like my mother, because they are modified so that not only can they produce sons and daughters, they could live forever as well, just like the normal men and myself and my sister. Men have discovered how to do it a long time ago. They have also make it so that slaves only last a hundred years, plus or minus a few, but when they reach the age of 20, they stay like that until they die.
And then I turned back towards the two men on the beach when someone pointed that way, and would have laughed, but did not because I knew what was going to happen next. The man who had his dick in the woman’s ass was moving towards the showers, his dick darkened by scat, which most likely came from the woman. She most likely could not keep it in anymore, and had no other choice.
It would have been a funny scene, the slave following her owner, begging for mercy whilst she was still shitting, whilst the master was washing the shit off. And then he finished, turned around and slapped the slave hard in the face, sending her into the sand. And then he began to kick her, whilst people gathered around and cheered as he did.
After what seemed like hours of merciless kicking and pushing and prodding, the man held onto her hair and held her up into the air, before punching her in the face.
Then came the other man on the beach with various things. They both smiled, and the owner of the unlucky slave grabbed, out of the bunch, shackles, which he easily slipped on one her wrists, brought it back along with the other wrist behind her back, and clipped them together. At this point, her screams and pleading was audible even inside the car, clearly she knew what was going on next.
The man then flipped her on her back, using one leg to push down on her waist, so that her breasts plopped up higher than usual. And then the other man gave him needles and one by one, the owner of the slave pierced it through her breasts, not with out a painful scream from her each time. One by one until the screams began to die down, as she lost blood and consciousness.
By the time he got to her pussy, she only made muffled groans, and then nothing, as the pain had completely knocked her out. According to her proffesional judgement, the slave must have been an emotion-type slave, bred just to feel pain more than normal. They are used by cruel men who loves to hear their slaves scream in pain. But these slaves are weaker than usual, and are easy to pass out, just like what just happened. But here, when she wakes up, she’ll scream. Again. For sure.
I watched as the slave was dragged away the the master into a car parked on the beach, the crowd looking at them whilst half of them held onto their dicks. The first event had passed, and now was the second. The man with the three slaves just could not control himself and had to show off how ‘good’ his 3 was, compared to the other guy’s, and so now, the three slaves had to give the group blowjobs. Their faces was already dripping with cum, but that was nothing. They would keep on receiving more and more until they are totally drenched.
One of them, the one that was sucking the other guy’s dick was grabbed in the back by one of the men there and had a dick forced deep into her mouth. From the size of his body and how she was reacting, I had guessed that his dick must be quite large.
I was right.
The slave’s eyes opened eerily, her hands pushing harmlessly against him as the man forced her deeper against him, his face showing the expression of satisfaction and that he was cumming. Hard. And she had to swallow all of it.
When he finally let go, it was clear how large his dick in, and it was also clear that the slave was also bred to take a lot in her mouth, since she did not cough and splutter like the other slaves are doing.
And then the mouth mouthed something that I am sure was ‘I wish my slaves could do that.” Before forcing his dick into her mouth again. The slave’s owner smiled. His reputation had just been increased by a level.
With out realizing it, tears were rolling out of my eyes, and I had to wipe them away, before turning back towards the streets. The lane that I was in was still filled with cars, some empty, others with people watching, just like I was, except they were all men and were all masterbating, or had slaves doing it for them.
Shaking my tears away once and for all, I turned my car back towards the main street and headed home, a car quickly filling where my car was.
On the way back, I did see more scenes on either side of the streets, in the apartments above, everywhere, women being abused by men. And it was all okay.
Another hour, and I was back at home again. The client’s place was rather far away. Walking in, and the same thing again. My family’s house was large, and as such there were a lot of slaves doing various things, including fucking my brothers who clearly was in the living room. Most likely spontaneous sex, as one of the slaves must have shoved her ass into one of my brother’s face by accident or something.
Sighing, I walked past the room and then up the large staircase, where an unknown man was walking down from. Which would only mean…
“Hi sis!”
My sister. As the guest left, my sister, aged 19, walked down the stairs naked, with cum all over her breasts. At the age of 18, the legal age, she became a legal prostitute and a pornstar and ever since then, she had done the job very, very well.
Whilst the job earned much less than mine, it was enough, and more importantly, it was her passion. No one complained. My father really liked it in fact, because it meant he could have sex with her, and having sex with a free woman was very different from with a slave. They can resist and can do what they want, tease him, play with him, and even say ‘no’.
“Hello.” I replied. I, on the other hand, did not like that fact much, but I respect my sister, so I went along. “Had a nice time?”
“Yeah, his dick was really long, and hard. I had quite a hard time getting it into my throat, but managed anyways. How could I not. He had a very good orgasm afterwards.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah… excuse me whilst I go and fuck John. He has been waiting for quite a while.”
“Okay.” I replied as my sister walked past. John is my oldest brother, and he, well, he seemed to be in love with my sister. She also loved him the most, since for some reason he is a very good fucker. Strange thing is, he is also normally the most gentle out of all of my brothers.
After another flight of stairs, and a bit more walking, I was now in my room, where everything was okay. The walls was made to be sound proof, so I don’t have to hear fucking all the time, which was right, since if not, I might have gone crazy by now.
My room, being at the corner, looked out towards the beach on one side, and towards our yard on the other, where there is a swimming pool for people to swim in.
I went over to my window and looked out. It was a private beach, ownt by my family, so nothing much goes on there. On the other side, the yard, other than a slave watering the trees, there was nothing. Then I looked up and saw, in my neighbour’s room on the second level, through their windows, the teenage girl that I saw back when I was parked near the beach.
She laid naked on the bed, her body sprawled on her front in an unusual position, with blood near her vagina. Poor girl just had sex for the first time…
Moments later, the man from before, her owner and sex partner reentered the room, smiling. He had just took her out for a test drive before doing his work. Now, he had returned and the fun will now begin…
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