The Heiress C12

The feel of the bed beneath her back was a welcome one. And it was so comfortable that she fell asleep within seconds.

Only to awaken when she felt the head of his cock against her cunt as it pushed inside of her. ‘Oh. I’m being raped again.’ She sighed at the full feeling, but lay still to let him have his pleasures. ‘Of course I am. I’m a naked prostitute allowed in a man’s bed.’ She thought in an almost scientifically detached manner and relaxed her body further.

It was an artless rut, he was hard, she was there, she had a cunt. If it has been any other whore in the hotel he might have done the same.

Still, he was slow about it, almost gentle, as if he didn’t want to disturb her slumber. ‘A considerate raper.’ She mentally laughed and clenched her cunt to encourage him to cum.

When he did and she felt his seed fill her belly, he promptly laid down and began to sleep. It was not the last time that night.

Much to her surprise, he claimed her cunt twice more that night before it seemed sleep would finally last.

When she awoke again, it was to the sound of thunder outside, and the feel of her head being yanked to his cock. Her short dark hair was held close to the scalp, even if he hadn’t been a giant by comparison she had no chance to resist.

She opened her mouth and accepted his cock beyond her lips. Waking up this way was, she knew, what a slave should expect of her life, and so though she felt him steal away her breath with his invasion, she bore it.

The room was pitch dark and the storm raged outside, the water pouring down over the world sounded like enough to drown the world.

But even that seemed like nothing when the cock that raped her mouth began to throb, and his thick, sweet and salty semen filled her mouth.

She swallowed as fast as she could, and then set herself to licking him clean. Her mouth worshipped the powerful man who had the power of a god over her, and she loudly and lovingly kissed his intimate parts.

When his firm hold on her hair relaxed Hortai said, “Thank you for feeding me, master.” Hortai said and wrapped her arms around him.

She stayed there for a short time, her breasts pressed to his body, listening to the storm and to his heartbeat at the same time.

But when a few minutes passed and her thoughts were lost even to her, she glanced at the clock, “Master, if it pleases you, unless you wish to rape me again, I must go back to the slave space. I must be displayed so men can select me for their beds.”

He moved his arm from her and allowed her to slip free. “Though, if master isn’t bored of using my cunt yet, he may always choose me again.” She smiled a little in the dark, and he chuckled at her suggestion.

“Cheeky slave, very cheeky.” He said in his deep, masculine voice. “But I’m surprised to hear you ask for that.”

“If I’m to be raped, master, I want it to feel good. Your body… I know you’ll feel good. All others are a hope.” Hortai said and bent forward to place a kiss on the head of his cock.

He let her leave in the darkness and flipped the screen to the camera monitoring the slave gardens on his floor.

The view was unnoticeable to the livestock but perfect for men. They had no privacy for anything, and no expectation of it.

Thus whether they were mating together cunt to cunt, kissing, relieving themselves, washing, eating, or playing, they were always on display.

Hortai was easy to see. Her regal posture made her stand out even as a beauty among beauties. She washed her body in the bathing pool and paused only to allow a pair of younger slaves to begin to lick her sex and cheeks for traces of semen.

The rippling waters were a stark contrast to the storm he could see off to the side, but none seemed to mind it.

He turned up the volume, and listened as the whore he’d so recently ravished begin to tell the story of Lazy and Faithful, a story of two slaves who served different masters. The story was simple, the Lazy sought shortcuts and feigned illness or injury or lied about completing tasks. Her master did the same, never checking her work, indulging her sloth as well as his own, and never touching the whip which gathered dust in the wall.

Faithful was thorough, did all her tasks right down ti the last detail without taking shortcuts. She spoke the truth yo her master and refused to be slothful. Her master checked the work of his chattels, he wore his whip and used it sparingly, and rewarded the wisest slave girls, Faithful chief among them, with pleasure and the chance to bear his children.

The house of Lazy would decline into misery and poverty, while Faithful’s owner prospered and the rewards of success only grew.

It was one of the few fables told equally to both the master sex and slave sex, as both could take lessons from it.

By the time she started another story, her first one, common or not, drew attention from the others and they’d seated themselves around her place in the water to listen.

Then it was on to the story of the ever dancing little red shoes, and the slaves squealed and cringed at the scene where the girl’s feet were chopped off to save her.

Notably, no tags displayed room numbers or vibrated, and then he realized. ‘I didn’t choose either…’. He laughed at himself and at the rest of the guests on his floor. They’d all been so engrossed in her tale telling that they’d briefly forgotten the desire to rape her.

When he selected her again, the tit tag was already alerting her of men selecting her for their beds.

It buzzed against her breast for a full minute as the reservations came in…

“I see.” Hortai said with a shiver when she tilted the tag up to read it. “I’m to be raped by every man on this floor.” She looked up at where she guessed the camera must be and said, “I will do my best, masters. But when you use me, please take the next man’s pleasure into consideration in how rough you are.”

The other slave girls pouted, but non objected as she walked out of the water to present herself for plundering again.

She recovered almost instantly, blinking back her misty eyes and then further disguising her inner thoughts by sliding his cock into her mouth and burying her face there.

His salty skin wasn’t foul tasting at least, and other than his satisfied sigh he just relaxed and let her do her duty as a slave. When she felt his cock begin to throb she held her position and raised her eyes so she could see him as she swallowed his sperm.

“You’ll make it to the top tier fast, slave.” He said in a deep and strangely reassuring manner. His heavy hand was actually soft when he touched her cheek, and his bizarre gentleness was increasingly confounding.

‘Brutally raping cunts is what the empire is known for, roughness and breaking my see is a national pastime dating back to Julia’s exhortation to ‘Conquer the women of your enemy to save your future and end their own’.

By all rights he should have used her roughly just to enjoy the fact that he could.

It was the closest thing to comfort in what felt like an eternity already. And so once his cock was clean and a touch to his bslls confirmed that they were drained for the moment, she moved her body to rest her cheek on his chest.

“Thank you for using me gently, master. You felt good inside me.” It was true, despite any expectations she might have once had over sex with males she couldn’t control.

“You’re welcome, slave.” He said, and she felt chills run down her spine when his arm went over her body. She tilted her head so that she could see his face.

“Master, most men who rape me, they’re very rough. Or, even if they’re not, when I’ve coaxed out their seed, they throw me away so I can go to my next male. Why are you different? May I ask that of my Varro?” She put on a smile, as much as she could at least, though part of her was tense and wondering if she was provoking punishment, but she couldn’t help herself. Not when it might offer some clue as to how she might encourage her owner’s guests to be less mean.

“There was…a slave. It’s for her, really.” He replied, and her curiosity redoubled.

It wasn’t an unheard of thing, not even in her homeland. The master and slave fall in love, they flee, it ends badly.

“You were, in love with her, Master?” Hortai asked sympathetically and rose up to straddle him, her breasts heaved as she sighed in sympathy.

“No. I wasn’t. The household in my school…she saved my life. Just a few kind words when I was at my lowest…she not only lifted me out of my despair, she helped me pass my class.” He chuckled grimly, “But that by itself isn’t why. It was what she said to help me understand the subject. She helped me see the world through the eyes of a slave girl. Strange, isn’t it?” He asked and began tracing one meaty finger over the front of Hortai’s body.

She shivered again but arched herself into his touch. “I-I don’t know, master.”

“You are the slave sex, it is the right of men to own you, rape you, breed you. You’re cunts, our natural property. Everybody knows that. On an instinctive level, even in those silly countries that pretend otherwise, the cunts there secretly know it too. But what I never thought of was how fearful your existence must be. Never knowing who will breed you, or whether your next owner is to be kind or cruel, the constant anxiety that comes from an uncertain life in which you were born to be our prey…I began to understand it all. She was a good slave…one that was made to suffer needlessly. Her wailing and tears the last time she was hurt, I never forgot them.” He exhaled softly and caressed Hortai’s breast, teasing at her nipple ring idly as he spoke.

“So desperate to be a good girl, so sweet natured, a timid little fawn from head to toe, her plaintive wail could have moved a stone to tears. So now…now I rape gently and ensure it feels good. When she milked my cock, she clung tightly to me, she said she felt safe with me inside of her. I didn’t think I could ever feel like I’d betrayed a cunt. But an hour later, when she left me to go serve the next man on her rape schedule, her sobs began, and I felt I should have prevented it. I can’t enjoy it violently anymore.” He took her hips and slid her down his length, when she felt his cock poke at her, Hortai reached back and adjusted it so it would slip easily into her cunt.

“Besides, I’m strong, I don’t need to prove it.” He remarked and began pumping his hips.

Hortai began to move with him. His thick shaft filled her tight passage, and the moan she let out was genuine.

He wasn’t wrong. She could feel his raw power in even gentle thrusts. His every touch with his fingers was enough to make her heart race. Anything he wanted to do, he could do. The slave he spoke of felt safe with him? That was a strange thought in any nation. ‘Men rape us. To have power over a girl is to enslave her. Even when it feels good to fuck a man…’. Her thoughts briefly derailed as an orgasm began to build with her now faster humping hips.

She shivered through her orgasm, and her mind returned. ‘It’s always rape, we are rarely this physical equals, our consent has a natural ‘or else’ given by nature itself. Feeling ‘safe’ in the arms of a man after he’s raped me? Is that possible?’

She didn’t think so, but as he came inside her, Hortai’s curiosity got the better of her, when she’d licked him clean after, and found herself nestled in his arms again, she decided to find out.

“Master, I’m due to be raped about a dozen more times today, but when all the men are done using my holes, could I return and spend the night with you?” She asked, and he blinked back his surprise.

“Yes, if you want, cunt.” He replied, and Hortai slipped from his arms and down to the floor, prostrating herself briefly before washing and carrying her cunt off to the next man whose stay at the hotel gave him a right to fuck her.

It was a lengthy day for her, and she was quite sore when she left the final room to select her for their pleasures.

The man she’d nicknamed ‘Varro’ called to her when she entered, “Come here, slave.”

She hastened to obey, and found he’d lifted the blanket up to let her slide under it with him.

His body was a dark shadow in the lightless room, a mountain under the covers. His hard cock poked at her flesh, and she instinctively lifted her leg and slid it inside her body. They were very slow, and tired for different reasons.

But he kept his arm over her body, and she began to lick and kiss at his chest. “Thank you for raping me softly, master. I submit. I submit.” She promised him as his cock claimed her in ways she hadn’t imagined possible for a woman of the Femdom Amalgam.

She imagined his seed taking hold, her belly big with his heir, but not in the present, on an ancient world, lying down in a cave to give birth, and a bear’s growl threatening her and her unborn baby’s life.

As she kissed this man’s chest, and slid with languid undulations up and down on his cock, she could easily imagine him standing in the way with a spear ready to slay the beast come to devour her and her baby in their most deadly hour.

And she recalled Varro, who after he chose to keep Julia for himself, never allowed another man to use her.

When she felt his seed flow into her slick cunt and his body relax with herself still held in his arms when he began to fall asleep, then she understood.

‘Oh… that’s how.’ She thought and nuzzled against his body to go to sleep herself.

The place for general OOC discussion, questions, plotting and whatever else takes your fancy.

‘If a man has power over you, his instinct will be to fuck you. If you resist, his instinct will be to rape you. If you are fertile, his instinct will be to breed you. Men see only power and dominance in taking our sex. That is why they make us slaves to their pleasure. That is why we carry knives to save ourselves before they can break us into slavery. But if you have the misfortune to live and are broken, you have one hope with your greatest predator. You can get them to love you. Win their hearts, and their cocks will become comforts and not weapons. Their body safety and not fear. The seed that takes root in you will be blessing and not curse, then even if you birth a girl, she will be free here, even if you remain a slave there.’

Hortai huffed as she recalled the lesson at her finishing school. It was the day her woman’s blade was given to her, marking her ascent into adulthood. ‘Now my blade and my honor are both gone, I am the slave they warned us men would make me into. But I am a common use prostitute. They should have taught us more about pleasing men after we’ve been captured.’ She cursed that gap in her education as she walked naked but for collar and tag down the hall.

Men who passed noted her tag number, and she frequently felt the buzz against her breast as those passersby added themselves to her roster of men to visit.

She wasn’t alone in that. She walked with the other slaves to the rooms of their gods, breaking off individually and disappearing beyond doors.

Hortai’s first male was distracted and only ordered her onto the bed and to open her legs. She looked up at the ceiling and lay there as he mounted her, inserted his cock, and began to fuck. “Do not move.” He ordered as she began to undulate her hips.

She froze, and his hips did the work, pumping against her until she felt his member throb and heard him grunt as he came.

It was, she reflected, less ‘sec’ and more ‘him just using her to masturbate.’

“Get going.” He ordered when he pulled out of her.

“Master.” She acknowledged and moved off of the bed.

She scurried to be gone as quickly as possible, and felt a shiver in her spine…it was somehow more violating than the roughest of her previous rapes, to just be a hole to use to jerk off.

It was almost a relief to slip into the second room.

It wasn’t even until she saw him that she realized she recognized him. He’d raped her yesterday. The big soldier from before. “Julia.” He said with a wink as he stood naked before her.

“Master Varro.” She said and went down to her knees.

“I’m going to rape you, slave.” He said, and she lowered her face to the floor, raising her ass up.

“I am your slave to rape, but if give me revenge with your seed, the cunt you claim will birth two empires.”

Both their spoken lines came from a play, one made famous in both the Maledom Empire and the Femdom Amalgam hundreds of years before. And she didn’t need to see his face to know his expression was pleased as he delivered his next line.

“Will you grant me your heart and forgiveness if I grant you its greatest desire?” He asked and she heard the rustling of sheets as he drew back the blankets for them both.

“My heart died upon your spear when it impaled my beloved, and it died again when the spears between the legs of you and your men impaled my sex. My heart is double killed. But if you use those spears against the cunts of my betrayers, I will give you my submission and my womb to your will.”

“Come here, slave.” He said with a breathless lust that she saw reflected in her eyes when she raised her head.

She ran toward him, naked, tag on her toy slapping at her skin. She flew easily into bed when he grabbed and pulled her there.

He did not kiss her. She knew he wouldn’t after he’d seen her swallow piss just to get more sperm in her gruel.

But when her legs wrapped around his muscular body and she was impaled and full, his face hovered over hers. Her body was folded in half beneath his heavy frame, and he fucked her roughly, his arms encircled under her, pulling her even tighter against him. She couldn’t even move to hump back, all she could do was squeeze his cock with her cunt.

So she plied him with words. “Rape me. Rape me like I’m a woman of your enemies! Fuck me like I’m the wife of an enemy soldier! Colonize my womb and force me to bear your victory inside me! Rape your Julia, Varro!” Orgasm swept over her as her body responded with instincts of its own.

Nor was it the last. He forced more orgasms to bathe his cock in her wetness. And when he finally came and she felt his seed glow into her belly, such was the feeling of his potency that when she could speak she said, “Master, if they didn’t control our ability to breed, I’m sure you really would have colonized my womb.”

He chuckled at that as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Kneel, slave, and clean my cock. And while you do, tell me how you know the lines of that play. I’ve been to a hundred theaters, and seen that performed a dozen times, and I’ve never seen a slave girl anywhere but on stage.” He said and she moved to obey.

“Master knows the lines very well. I performed that play myself a few times.” She said with a proud smile and took his limp, sticky shaft into her mouth. She tasted the blend of their common lusts and looked up at him while she suckled his cock and rubbed at his heavy balls.

“I performed it in school. I was a theater kid. My father didn’t care for that. He never even showed up to see me trot the boards.” She knew from the sting in his voice that was a sore point.

“I’m sorry, master.” She said softly and then took his balls into her mouth to lick them clean.

Her hand moved up and down his shaft, gripped within her fingers, and her act of cleaning her rapist became foreplay as his cock began to stiffen.

“Do you have a favorite position, slave?” He asked, telling her by default what was going to happen.

Hortai thought it over. “If it pleases you, master, on top in the empire fashion. I make a lovely display as I bounce.”

He answered her by moving onto his back on the bed, and she straddled him, put his cock to her sex, and eased down onto him. She began pumping herself with energy and power, putting her hands on his slick chest as she raped herself against him. Her tag continued slapping against her tit as she did so.

Her eyes never left his, not even when he began to fill her with more of his potent seed and she displayed her slutty soil by orgasming with his release..

‘He let me pick the position I would be raped in. That is my first kindness?’ It was, she realized as the trembling of climax faded. Since her sister’s betrayal, not one kind thing had been done for her. That this was the first, it hurt.

And her eyes welled up.

When Hortai woke up it was to the noise of mewling slave girls. Her head turned toward the noise and saw a half a dozen pairs of slave girls in various sexual postures, their mouths either pressed between each other’s legs in the slave ball posture, ardent tongues delving into exposed pink cunts, or kneeling and kissing, or arching back to allow a lover to feast on their breasts.

Such orgies weren’t unknown in her homeland, in fact it was so familiar that for a moment she wondered if yesterday had been a dream. Then as she sat up, her tag bounced and slapped her breast. ‘No, I’m still a prostitute.’ She realized, and a girl with no mate of her own approached. She had hair the color of foxes fur and, unlike the others whose cunts were smooth and hairless, she retained a little tuft. ‘She is exotic, of course they kept it.’ Hortai understood, and the pale skinned girl touched her shoulder. ‘Good, you’re awake, should we start?’ She cast her eyes towards the moaning sluts and knelt beside Hortai, her hand touching the one time noble’s firm thigh suggestively.

“I, what? Is this a rule or-?” She started to ask, but the woman immediately denied it.

“No, but the rape gods can see us. If we perform for them, they give us more food. Happy gods are generous gods.” She said with a sweet smile and leaned forward for a kiss.

Hortai blinked. “Gods? They are men. Our owners. But gods…?”

The fox-haired girl shrugged, “they feed us, train us, punish us. They can beat us if they want, it takes only one outstretched hand to pin us down and rape us, they can impregnate us, breed us, on a whim, forcing us to our backs to spread our legs and birth life for them. They can take our lives without breaking a sweat. They have all the power, and all we can do is prostrate ourselves, obey, and hope they are pleased enough to give us mercy. They sound like gods to me. Our gods of rape. And we are their worshippers…”. The woman said and this time when she moved in for a kiss, Hortai didn’t stop her.

The girl’s lips were warm and her hands were skilled, their breasts pressed together and she felt the tag of the other slaves pressed against her.

She reached between the legs of her anonymous lover, her fingers plying at her folds and teasing at her clit, drawing moans from her until the woman made them shift positions.

Lying down, she slid her cunt up the length of Hortai’s leg until their cunts were pressed together, each felt the wetness of the other.

And they added their lustful cries to the cacophony of the others. The humped and rubbed against each other, their breasts bouncing their whore tags back and forth. She had no doubt that there was an audience watching, not just the staff, but guests choosing whom to rape.

‘I’m enticing men to rape me so they’ll feed me. Can I sink lower?’ She wondered. ‘Is there even a rock bottom for a whore like me?’

After almost fifteen minutes of cunt games, a man entered bearing a large bucket and a stack of bowls.

He laid them out in a line and began ladling food from the bucket into the bowls.

“You, new cunt.” He said and pointed to Hortai.

She shivered and when the other slaves scurried to prostrate themselves in front of their little wooden bowls, she did the same except to raise her head to acknowledge his call for her.

“Since you’re new, you’re allowed a little extra food to get used to your diet. If you want it. So, do you want it?” He asked.

He was a broad shoulders male, piercing eyes and a head shaved bald. His arms bore scars, and it was clear from the trembling of the other cunts that they feared this man.

But she couldn’t lie.

“Yes, master,”. Hortai answered and kissed his leather shoe.

“Prove it, put your mouth around my cock, and do t you dare move.” He ordered. He had a slave goad on his hip, and that by itself was enough that she obeyed at once.

When she went up to her knees and opened her mouth, his limp cock was exposed and inserted, lying at rest on her tongue. She could taste his salty rod and waited for him to order her to suck when her lips closed the seal around his flesh.

“Ahhh.” He said, and Hortai’s eyes widened when she realized he was urinating. He held her head tight between his hands, keeping her in place so all she could do was gulp in self defense. He was at least, well hydrated, but that also drew it out for a full thirty seven second eternity.

When he was done, he kept fucking her mouth until he was hard, then pulled out, aimed his cock at her food bowl, and she watched as his seed landed over her gruel. “There, extra protein.” He laughed and left them there, with Hortai stunned into silence.

It was obvious that his seed was not alone in the bowls, and as for where… ‘our performance was to get men to cum in our food to give us extra flavor…I was humping her to get more cum…’

She lowered her face into the bowl to eat as they did, the salty sweet taste of dozens of men’s cum on her tongue was almost unnoticed in her heady and confused state.

When they were done, they began licking each other’s faces clean of the slave gruel, and the cum that men had added to it.

Then came the baths, as they washed and prepared themselves for the day of submission, the board lit up with first assignments.

Predictably, Hortsi found herself listed for three rooms that morning.

‘I bend to the gods of rape, what else can I do, except obey?’ She asked, and went to leave the garden and submit to her first rape of the day.

AN: Thoughts?

Hortai found him waiting on the bed and stroking his cock. "Master...your whore is ready to please you." She said and shut the door behind her. Her hips rolled and her breasts rose and fell with every intake of precious breath. He wasn't a large man compared to the mountain that had raped her earlier, but he was nonetheless a sizable figure. Had he stood, he would have been only a little taller than herself.

His body was muscular, a reflection of the Empire's emphasis on physical prowess, an equal to most of the men of the empire if body and superior to most in wealth if he were able to afford to demand her flesh for his pleasures. His cock was thick, and larger than she expected when she came closer.

"Ride it, slave." He ordered, and she knew what he meant.

In the Femdom, male slaves were never allowed on top of a woman, they were ridden. But they were ridden in a way most comfortable for the woman, which was to be on her knees and bouncing up and down on him.

But in the Maledom Empire, the comfort of a cunt was a meaningless thing compared to giving pleasure to her owner, which included putting on the lewdest possible show.

And so she squatted over him with her legs wide apart, took his cock in hand, pointed it up, and lowered herself onto it. Then she began to bounce her body up and down, riding him, straining her thighs as she fucked. This rapist did none of the work, he only reclined at ease while Hortai slid her wet cunt up and down, ensuring he could see the way her cunt clung to his rod in its effort to milk him of his seed.

She threw back her head and thrust out her tits, the tag that hung from her nipple bounced out and back, slapping her breast as she raped herself on his cock, each noise of the plastic back of it slapping her tit brought a fresh rush of abject humiliation that she was reduced to this.

'A rutting whore, a fucktoy reduced from educated elite, to set of holes for an endless parade of men...done in by my own sister. She sits at ease, fanned by slave bois and getting her cunt licked by her lovers, entwined in a warm bed with whatever lover she chose for herself, surrounded by opulence and wealth, while I...?' Her train of thought stopped as she felt his hands grip her tits and squeeze, "Master...master...rape your whore, master...fuck me...fuck me...make me submit..."

His hands didn't just linger there on her tits, though he tugged the tag that hung from her piercing first, drawing a cry from her open mouth. His hands wandered over her skin, tracing her contours as if he were the sculptor who shaped Galatea. He seemed fascinated by her, the way his hands ran over the curve of her hips, the way they touched her flat belly as if he were imagining his son growing inside of her, the way he kneaded her ass as she mindlessly humped him. Her entire body was on fire.

Orgasm denial was not an uncommon way to train recalcitrant slaves, arouse them, keep them on edge until they will do anything to find relief, till they will degrade themselves to any degree with their brains fried by lust...the leading figures of the Femdom all knew what happened to cunts in the hands of men. They knew their fates, their humiliations, their degradations, that such things were done to reduce them to animals. Moreover, there was no doubt, not even in Hortai's mind when she was still Honoria, that any woman could be broken in such a fashion.

They'd seen videos of the aftermath, women weeping for hours when they realized that they'd been broken, and so could be broken easier, and easier, and easier...until they would just give in and accept their fates.

But women who did not resist their place as the Empire made it? Orgasm wasn't just permitted, it was encouraged.

And as she came violently on her rapist's cock, knowing he was the third man of a dozen who would have her this day alone, shuddering, weeping, crying out as she clenched his cock, she collapsed onto him, her aching thighs giving out.

"Fawn, slave." He ordered her, and she began to lick and kiss his chest as he pumped in and out of her as she lay limp on his body, her breasts pressed against his skin, the plastic tag digging into her tit, her orgasm was the symbol and instrument and proof of male domination over her sex.

"I submit..." She moaned as his cock began to throb and his seed began to race toward her womb. She did not cease to lick his salty skin until he said...

"Good slave. Now go clean up and get out."

Only then did she prepare to leave.

Wandering from room to room, one after the other, Hortai was in a veritable trance. She did her best, reciting lewd tales of conquest to some as they raped and conquered her themselves, performing lewd displays of her own flexibility before being put on her back and finding a cock forced in to one of her holes afterward...room...by room, they took her, and in her dazed, surrendered state, orgasmic bliss was her brief and only relief.

'I have been raped almost fifty times today...since my master won me this morning. When Decima sat down for breakfast served by slave bois, I bent in the pillory and lost my virginity and swallowed the sperm of nine men for my meal. I can expect nothing else, not for the rest of my days. My best hope for ease is to rise to the upper floors with fewer rooms, fewer masters...and as for my owner? Will I ever even see him again? Will I ever see the man I'm whoring myself to enrich?'

The questions haunted her mind all the way back to the garden. It was late when she returned, and it was mostly empty, only one or two slaves lay slumbering by a fountain pool. The darkness outside was coupled with the faint noise of insects chirping out their own mating calls, and the air cooled her sweating skin.

Hortai went straight for the bathing pond and stood over the little jet of water that bubbled up in the center, she squated, allowing it to clean her ass and her cunt at least some, before scrubbing herself with a little bar of soap and a small natural sponge.

The day of lust was washed away, and her body, sore and exhausted, began to feel properly clean again only slowly.

When she lay on the grass, wet and naked, she stared up at the simulated night sky above and closed her eyes.

'Today I became a slave. Tomorrow, it continues, and it will never stop.' She thought, and drifted off into slumber.

Hortai knelt before the bed where a slender young man sat with his back straight and his eyes full of lust. If eyes could rape, then she would have known a thousand penetrations in seconds. He was naked from the waist up, and wore only a towel to hide his manhood. He was so androgynous that he could have been either sex, save for the depth of his voice. That made it obvious that he was not quite as young as he appeared.

"Come here, slave, bend over the bed." He said and patted the spot beside him.

"Of course, Master." Hortai replied. She rose to her feet, reached for the bed, and then in a slow and languid motion, she stretched her upper body along the length of the soft mattress. That he wanted this position was not a surprise. 'In the Femdom Amalgam he would have been a bath boy in one of the public bathhouses, once he'd been made into a eunuch, or had his cock caged if he was to be bred.'

That was one of the things the Femdom Amalgam had in common with the Maledom Empire, the control over the reproduction of slaves to ensure a desirable stock was available. Though the methods differed, the most common method of the Femdom was to offer citizenship to foreign women, with the price being that they bear a child or two that would serve the state. Such women who were willing to go to such a great length were the most fanatically devoted citizens, and often those who hated their home countries the most.

And this male would have been a perfect specimen, with delicate, noble features, a slight frame, a hairless body...considering the nature of the Empire, she had no doubt that he struggled with his manhood and to be acknowledged as male among his peers.

'So of course he'll rape me from behind. He wouldn't want to be looked at.' Hortai reasoned and spread open her legs.

"Tell me the story of Julia's first rape, slave." He said when his slender fingers gripped Hortai's hips.

She spoke, softly, and at length, just as soon as she felt the long, thin cock enter her sex and his body slap against her. "Then...with her belo-ved...husband, a man for-gotten...oh god...by...history, dead, she lay in his blood as one...by...one...Varro's men mounted her cunt."

"Agh...yessss..." He gasped as he pumped furiously, violently into Hortai's cunt, and she mewed and moaned for him, though it was mere rote, as to her frank disappointment, he was too small in every respect for her to feel any passions. He neither inspired fear nor hunger. He was just a cock she had to milk of seed, and his attempt at punishing her with his violent thrusts were almost a mockery of even the mere casual use she'd been through with the man before him.

When she described the way Julia had knelt in the blood of her husband and kissed the feet of the first men of the Empire who conquered her, her temporary master finally came inside of her. She knew only because he gasped and grunted and moved faster for a dozen pumps.

Hortai lay there as he drew himself out, allowing him to look at his handiwork, to see the seed leaking out of her, dripping and warm down her thighs. She panted as if he'd worn her out, and only when he grunted did she slide down from the bed and place a kiss to his foot. "I hope I pleased you, Master." She said in a small voice that still could not hide her almost royal cadence.

"Shower and leave, cunt." He said, and she departed as he bade her.

As the hot water beat down on her body and she leaned against the marble wall, her eyes looked down her length, to say he had fucked her would have been generous, and yet? 'Anywhere else in the world, he would have been so far beneath me as to not merit a look. And yet here? I am a set of holes to him, and I had to fuck and treat him as a god...but there is more...' Her mind went back to the giant of a man she'd ridden before him.

He'd brought her pleasure, lewd, lascivious, and made her feel whorish to the core, the raw strength that lay in his body had aroused her in ways Hortai had never imagined she could. 'It shouldn't be asurprise, Julia often climaxed for Varro, clinging to him even through her hatred as she rode out the pleasures his power imposed on her...why should it not be so for me?'

It was still a disturbing thought to the former would be matriarch, but one that at least left her hopeful when she left the room and walked to the room of the next man who would savor the pleasure of raping her once noble cunt.

The walls of her little garden were invisible to the naked eye, but she knew they were there. She could see the breeze blowing trees down below, but the shady trees in her slave space, well their leaves didn't even rustle. There was 'some' airflow, which suggested the walls had small holes to allow fresh air to pass through. Were it not for the fact of her duties to men, the collar on her throat, and the chattel tag hanging from her nipple ring that allowed men to choose her body for their pleasure, it would have seemed a kind of paradise.

She stretched out on her back while she watched a few girls play a simple game together. They each held the other's leg up, and hopped on one leg around a small body of water. They were grown women, but she thought of them more as girls, despite their developed hips and ample breasts, after a few minutes of conversing with them, she designated them 'girls' in her mind.

They were simple minded creatures to the educated heiress. Their educations were limited to the point that she doubted they could do more than read the directions on a packet of food meant for a microwave. They spoke no other tongue but that of the Empire, and brief questioning revealed that they had been literally bred to serve. Their mothers had been the most timid, submissive, and beautiful broodmares, and they had 'lucked out' as it were, in that they were purchased to serve on what the hotel counted as its first floor.

Hortai looked up at the artificial skyline, it was a digital display on the ceiling, giving a fine view of passing clouds and a blue sky. 'If I'm to be a whore, at least I am a whore in paradise.' She thought to herself and turned her head at the sound of a splash.

The girls had fumbled and fell into the cool water. They were all smiles and dripping wetness when they clambered out onto the grass. "Come play with us." A young woman, Sabine, Hortai recalled her name to be, asked and waved her wet hand toward them all.

But the clear wall lit up, and Hortai saw her name appear, and her tag began to vibrate. She tilted it up and saw a room number appear.

"I can't." She said, "I'm being summoned."

That was inevitable, she'd lured too many customers into the hotel in a short time, a small mob of them.

On the wall, the room number became a list of room numbers, which she viewed with a sense of detached understanding. 'I'm going to be very sore by the time I'm allowed to sleep.' She thought and left to walk to the first room on her list.

Moving through the hallway was a quiet affair, with her body on lewd display, more than once she stopped when a male guest stretched out his hand. Fingers reached down and inserted themselves into her sex, or a palm covered her breast. She gasped, showing how sensitive her body was to touch, but beyond a touch and a leer, they made no demands of her, seeing from her tag that she had somewhere to be.

Her tag gave her access to enter any room on her list, and so the lock glowed green before her hand had even touched the handle.

When she entered, she recognized him at once as one of those who watched her display. It would have been impossible not to. The man was a mountain, and she a hillock. She felt the instinctive fear of men inside her, and the wetness of her cunt intensified as part of her fear response, as cunts have known from the dawn of time that it was for men to decide what the fate of the Julias of the world would be.

And that fate, it did not vary much.

Still, Hortai bore the legacy of fathers and mothers in her blood that carried back to the foundations of great domains, and so when she turned her back to him, it wasn't to run, but to show her courage. She locked and latched the door, securing herself alone with the mountain of a man.

When she faced him again after that thunderous little click, he actually smiled at her. He wore only a towel around his waist, but it did little to hide the weapon between his legs that stood erect and threatening behind the white cloth. "You're a bold slut." He said with a note of praise.

Hortai returned his smile with one of her own, "I know my place in this world, Master. It isn't in my nature to run from it, no matter how," she openly glanced at his cock, "painful it may be."

Her first guess was that this man was the son of a soldier or a handler, and a War Dog, a particularly big one at that. Men born from those unions had the veritable world at their feet, they grew to prodigious size, gained muscle easily, and rose quickly through the ranks of their units...or became mercenaries. One of the Empire's leading exports was mercenary soldiers who worked in state sponsored units. It was an open secret that they would often sacrifice costs for the right to export captured women back to the Empire, and there were few nations who wouldn't trade cunts to save coins when it came down to their budgets.

Even the Femdom Amalgam hired them under those terms in leaner years to settle the occasional border dispute.

Conveniently, as Hortai knew personally, such men could be cheapened even further by allowing them time of leave 'within' the Femdom, to breed with their own female soldiers to ensure the next generation would be fit for fighting. The Grand Femine of European myth was based upon her country's practice of allowing mighty men a ten day period of sexual bliss before expelling them and leaving only their seed behind.

"That's good." He said and then laid himself down on the bed, lying on his stomach. "I don't enjoy seeing a cunt cry. It's why I don't go to the import brothels. Poor things just don't know what to do." He had a note of pity in her voice, something she had not at all expected out of a mouth set on such a brutish looking figure.

"I can't promise I won't cry, Master." Hortai said and straddled him. There was oil on the beside table, which she promptly took and rubbed into her hands. "But if I do, ignore it. I am here for your pleasure and will do my best to serve you."

She then proved it, rubbing her hands over his back, working them into his meaty flesh, and as he sighed he said, "Tell me more of your story. The one you were telling outside. I'll have your cunt when you're done."

The smile she cracked was genuine, despite the internal shiver at the thought of his cock inside her noble cunt. "...When the forces of Varro found the city impregnable even with his greater numbers and their people weakened by years of war with their neighbors, he expressed his frustration to Julia as she knelt and sucked his cock. Varro's child was kicking in her belly when she swallowed his seed, and he asked her, 'Who do you hate more? Me, or the people in that city?' and she declared unflinchingly...

'They, since their games led to this. You are a man, rape is in your nature if a cunt will not submit. Conquest is in your nature if it is that or die. But them?' she said unto him, 'They are serpents, poisoned tongues and poisoned hearts, they left my village unprotected. They are not men, and it's only fair that they look on as they see done to their wives, sisters, and daughters, what they let you do to me.'

"Then do you have a way in, knowledge you can give me?" Varro had asked of his slave, and Hortai paused her telling, lowering her naked body fully over the man beneath her so that her breasts rubbed into his now oiled back.

"Shall I tell you a secret, Master?" She whispered duskily into his ear.

"What is that, slave?" He grunted as her fingers dug into his skin and the tension popped under her labors.

"Julia told the truth. I know it in my heart, as do all women who grow up as I did. He raped her, put his child inside her where her husband's children should have been. But her real hatred lay with those who failed her. Revenge is usually thought to be the province of men. But I promise you, Master. Give a cunt cause for revenge, and she will burn the world as fast as her father would, if she's given a chance to do it. Julia was his slave, but her Master was her path to revenge. In paintings so old that they may have been painted when she was still alive, she is shown smiling before the cities her master burned and plundered."

"So how did they burn that city?" He asked with curiosity.

Hortai began to hump against his body, grinding her cunt along his flesh as she spoke, squelching the oil between them as she said, "Julia was no fool, but she loved her riddles, and said, 'Walk on the water to get over the wall.' which made no real sense at first, after all, the city was surrounded on all four sides by a river, but that still left the wall, but it was only after deep thought that he understood. The city had a large population, their water needs were great, and so they had an aquaduct that ran over the wall and into the city. Varro abandoned the siege, marched out of view to the mountain where the melting snow would normally provide what they needed... and then they climed up that, and walked in. They marched through the night, over the heads of guards...and the fox was inside the henhouse."

When she felt his hand come up and pinch her nipple, she rose slightly to allow him to turn over, baring the birth weapon of men to her eyes. Hortai began to grind her cunt against it, looking into his eyes as she pressed her hands to his chest. "Julia went with them, they say. As the city burned she knelt in the palace beside her owner, while the Queen and her daughter knelt in front of the throne, and licked his cock and balls. The King's headless corpse was said to still have open mouthed horror on his face as he," Hortai paused, took his now oiled cock, and after raising herself up, descended her cunt on it, impaling herself slowly to the hilt, "as he...raped them." Hortai moaned and began to hump back and forth, her hips wiggling and moving with eel like smoothness, she moaned as she continued to tell the tale.

"He took them, fucked them in front of the peasant girl they betrayed, and the King that failed. And the music of men mounting captive cunts echoed against the walls in a three day orgy. No husbands or fathers of that city lived to see the dawn of the first day, and no cunts were not collared by the night of the third. Again and again..." She moaned as she dug her nails into his muscular chest, "Men had their pleasures and cunts their tears, until every belly of every woman was conceiving the offspring of her new masters, and they were brought back to Varro's city to be sold..." She cried out as his seed began to fountain deep into her belly.

Hortai felt his seed begin to gush, and squeezed her cunt around the girthy weapon, "It aches...master...but rape me anyway. Rape me, fuck me like I'm your Julia to breed and to own..."

His hands gripped her tits, and she moved according to his will, feeding her the unpierced nipple to suckle on and devour, the end of one climax did not become the end of all, and vigorous man that he was, he fucked her afresh, taking her a second time, rolling her oiled body over onto her back, she wrapped her legs around him and humped back against his forward thrusts, she hadn't lied, he was too big for her little cunt, a slight noble of fine features and delicate body, she was now in the hands of a savage brute, and yet he fucked her with the energy one would put into breeding a War Dog.

He was at least kind enough to tease her clit, which made her wetness flood his shaft even further, and when he came a second time, she orgasmed with him, wearing the sort of smile she imagined Julia must have worn as her master raped her enemies and brought her the gift of revenge.

That at last seemed to slay the giant, and when he pulled out of her, Hortai did as her instincts told her, moving her mouth between his legs and licking the head of his cock clean before engulfing him until the head was in the back of her throat.

Only when he showed with a touch of his hand to her shoulder that he was satisfied, did she draw back and gasp when her mouth was empty.

"You never asked my name." He said when he pointed her toward the shower to clean herself up.

"It wouldn't matter, master. I am only a set of holes to pleasure gods, a simple whore. If master wishes to tell me is name, I will remember it." She said and slipped from the bed to go wash out his seed before going to the next room.

He only laughed at her and said, "I suppose it doesn't matter, slave. Just call me 'Varro' for now. We'll see if you remember me next time."

He was sleeping when she emerged after washing herself off, and then looked at the tag on her nipple to tell her what room had the right to rape her next.

When she left, she did not waste time, even if the room was close, it would not do to keep her next owner waiting.

Claw stood in her tactical gear at the door of her Master's manor. This was more 'formal' equipment of empire manufacture. It included a rape tube, a little rubber device inside her cunt that would stab any cock that went inside her. A set of light boots with retractable claws on the tips, gloves tipped with her hand claws, a tranq gun, and a standard pistol. Her cunt was exposed to ensure no one could mistake the short haired woman for a man, but the rest of her body had a bullet resistant combat vest, a series of protective plating strips around her thighs, and an augmented reality set of contacts.

She looked like she was built for war. "I know what you're going to say, Master. But trust me, having me there will enhance your status. All of those men have visited the Empire and heard of war dogs. But if any of them have seen us, they did so with only the elite of elite men. Only a house like Crassus can afford to use us for ordinary purposes. If they see you own a war dog, these magnates will want to know you. Then all you have to do is be your charming self. Let your slaves serve our purposes, whether we be sluts, or weapons." Claw urged with a bold hand on his chest to keep him from leaving her behind. "Besides, if you try to leave me behind, I'll chase after you on foot and arrive sweaty. I'll take the whipping you'd give me, if that means I get to ensure your safety first."

"I'm not expecting danger." He replied.

"That's when it should be expected, Master." She said urgently, "Either command me to go with you, or you'll have to beat me severely later for disobeying you now."

She was serious, he had no doubt about that. Over time he'd become more comfortable punishing his slaves, as Dust had demonstrated how to use short-handled whip to lash them, sting them, and correct them. Little by little, his slaves had somehow taught him how to be their owner.

This was also one of those moments. "Come on, then, slave. Use your life to protect me." He ordered, and her grim face turned contented.

"Yes, Master. If you are harmed, they have killed me first." She meant that too.

The place Wheels took them too was a sizable mansion, something more seen in films of decadent wealth than in reality. High fountains, hedgerows, and tall columns lining the front of the pure marble white entryway.

Security was ample, and it was easy to see why. The trade in indentures was exceptionally profitable, and what's more, they were easier to get than any ordinary employee. Massive numbers chose to sell themselves for terms ranging from one year to seven. Some to save money, pocketing more from one year as a slave than they could ever manage at a regular job. Some for the lewd erotic thrill of having their sexuality owned by another. Others to get out of debt, and some chose that as opposed to jail for their nonviolent offences.

It made the slave houses obscenely rich almost overnight.

So they and their proteges wre eager to network among one another, and potentially to form bonds with anyone they could who had a way to assist the spread of their 'services'. Unsurprisingly, this included the Femdom Amalgam and the Maledom Empire alike.

Lindon, as he was tied by his work history to prominent Empire houses, was one of the few guests not directly involved in their industry.

That was about to change.

The attending men were dressed in fine, handtailored suits, and at their right hands were their proteges, the young men being groomed to take over one day. At their left feet was usually a slave that was favored for their sexual tastes. Some this meant a male, most it meant a female.

Lindon set himself apart in that he sent his slaves aside, standing in line near a stage where the livestock were to perform for the entertainment of the guests. At his left hand was Claw.

She drew eyes to her from the moment she entered on all fours at his side in the 'prowl' position, only rising to her feet when she felt her master's touch on her shoulder.

It meant nothing for her to have her cunt exposed, it was par for the course in the Empire, but it was unusual for so many men and women to look at it as if they'd never seen one before.

The questions came quickly, and the moment it was understood that Lindon had an authentic Empire War Dog with him...

It made it easy for him to chat people up. "We should start breeding our own War Dog lines here, if we can form good relations with the Empire, and find a proper house to manage it. Let's be honest, the original fears that the Indenture System would be overturned quickly were all baseless. Men are lusting after the cunts they expect to be able to buy, women are eager to either buy their own sex, some little subby boi, or to sell themselves for the sake of all the guilt free sex, and a great many people are finding that the life of a slave fits them best." He pointed to his slaves from the cluster that formed around him. "Three of those four were free and indentured themselves to me. One of them was sold to repay debts and then was sold to me after her owner abused her, the last is from the Empire, a gift from the House of Shorn. All this says that it's only going to expand. The seven year indenture will become ten or even twenty years, and more nonviolent offenders will opt for it instead of jail. With Empire lobbying picked up, it won't be long till we legalize slavery completely. But that is where my plans come in."

Their curiosity continued to grow as he explained the value of investigative services. The use of 'scouting' for slaves to recruit, the establishment of specific schools for it, using old Empire slaves as instructors for slaves and scouts, the use of investigative tracking to help loved ones find those who disappeared into the system, and ho to use that to profit by allowing them to gain some back in exchange for labor or a double indenture in exchange for a contract time reduction. "If people have no options, they'll fight, but if you give them even improbable options, or difficult ones, or ones that benefit you more than them, they'll actually defend that system, just because they imagine that they themselves will gain from it."

"In other words, mix in some hope, and they'll fight to the death to keep their chains." Lindon said, and the meeting schedules went up in abundance as he mingled amidst the wine, music, and occasional lewdity.

They thought nothing of using their slaves openly whenever they felt the urge, and before long, the entertainment began.

There were belly dancing slaves, there were strippers. There were those who played instruments in the nude, there were tumblers and acrobats whose naked bodies moved in impressive ways, displaying themselves for their masters.

Then it came time for his contribution. Stacey, Dust, Cassidy, and Candace walked up the three steps onto the low stage, stood nude before the crowd, rubbed their clits in sync with one another, and then got down on all fours. Stacey inserted her end of the dildo first, then used her cunt muscles to hold it up until one by one the other three had it inside themselves.

The stage was surrounded on all sides by viewers, so there was not one of the four who was spared penetrating, hungry eyes.

And the four began to rut, their wet cunts squelched and their mouths cried out with wanton lust, their udders bounced back and forth, swaying as they fucked against each other in a rhythmic fashion while the central vibrator hummed.

As word spread of the two sisters performing, the intensity of their eyes only grew, Stacey ws the first to orgasm, arching her back just out of reach of the fully dressed men, she let her climax be heard without shame. 'I live as a slave on land that was mine. I'm master's rape toy, he owns all that I ever had, he's my god, my avenger, my owner...I have to fuck for him, I'm a slut, this is what sluts do, they hump and fuck an submit to men...cock, I want cock...'

"Co-o-o-o-o-ock!" She begged out loud, and she was not the last. Her sister begged in turn, one by one they all did, their wetness painting the stage with droplets of their arousal. They went on with vigorous energy until one by one, they began to fall into the puddles their lustful, orgasmic bodies made.

"Clean up." Lindon ordered as he turned off the remote.

And the watching magnates were treated to the display of the women licking up the stage and even rubbing their tits over the wettest places in degrading acts of submission.

When the last of their puddles were dry, Lindon suggested, "This is the first such gathering, but hopefully not the last. I suggest we mark this occasion by putting the property to common use." He pointed to a long, empty wall, "Line them all up there, and let all of us use the ones we want."

The agreement was rapidly approved, and soon dozens of slaves lined the wall, their palms flat, their asses thrust back beneath arched backs, and they waited for the free to decide whom to fuck.

Stacey and Cassidy were beside one another.

As his four had proved the most popular, their lines were longest.

"Fuck me. Fuck me...please fuck me..." She whimpered.

Cassidy didn't know who was having sex with her, and it was none of her business, she knew only that the cock was thick, if not especially long. At her side, Dust rutted back shamelessly, while Candace cried out as an orgasm overtook her.

'I'm going to be raped dozens of times in service to my master...but then, he is my master. If he desires me fucked, I fuck to please him.' And this, Stacey did with glee alongside her sister,

It went on till all their cunts were dripping sperm in wet splats down on the floor between their legs.

And only once did it pause.

"Candace...?" Jeremy asked as he stood behind her and caught sight of the side of her face.

"Rape me." She begged without answering directly, and wiggled her bottom at him.

"Candace...." He was moving by instinct despite his shock, cum was dripping down her thighs, and she whispered...

"Rape me, master." Urging him on again. "I'm not a person, I'm a slave, a sexual menial, my name doesn't matter. My holes matter... please...rape me." She said, though the one eye he could see welled up with a tear.

He thrust his cock inside her, grabbed her hair to make her arch further, and leaned in as he humped against her.

"I tried to buy you, to find you..." He whisperd into her ear.

She leaned back and whispered as he fucked her, "You failed, master. I'm a whore now. You shouldn't have bothered anyway. Nobody will ever marry a used up cunt. This is all I can do now with my life...he's a good master, though, he doesn't hurt me...not like him."

Little by little, through thrusts and gasps they whispred the story back and forth.

How he took the money he borrowed, bought some land, and used it to create an indentured fitness camp, how dozens of powerful magnates wanted him to turn soft, fat, useless purchases into something worthwhile.

How his profit exploded over mere months as word spread, and with no other competitors, he created elaborate fitness plans that the megawealthy thought nothing of paying for if it produced results.

And it did produce results. How it got the attention of the right magnates, and he became a protege, paid back the loan, and...still didn't marry. "I kept looking for you, but I had no luck."

"Harder...rape me harder, fuck me like you hate my father." She whimpered into his ear, and his pounding intensified.

"I'm a prostitute now, so... do what you want, Master." Candace said through teary eyes, "If you want to buy me as a whore and a nanny when you make babies with a good girl, I'll love them as if I birthed them, just because they come from you...I still love you, I always will...but I'm just a set of holes now...a fuck toy...concubine, jizz rag, slave, cunt, cumdump...look at me...humping you this way...feel me, master? Even if it weren't you, I'd be humping this way for another, just like I did for the men whos cum is still dripping out of me. You should say goodbye. Dump your sperm in this nameless hole, and just buy me when you need someone to look after your children."

It was the saddest orgasm of her life when she felt his sperm shoot inside her belly, so close to her womb she could dream that his seed would take hold and she could birth his son, and dream of the life she would have had if things hadn't gone so wrong what felt like a lifetime ago.

When he stepped away after emptying his balls inside her, another man stepped up and took his place.

Just as she'd said, she began to fuck back.

Jeremy waited until Lindon had finished emptying his balls into the cunt of an acrobat, and when he did, Jeremy waved him over.

"I want to buy that one." He said and pointed to Candace.

"Candace? She's not for sale. No offense intended, but she had a brutal introduction to this life, she won't do well outside of it anymore, and I feel...responsible, for taking care of her. I wouldn't feel right selling her." Lindon explained, and Jeremy increased his view of Lindon on the ledger of his heart.

'He's more than a ruthless businessman.' Jeremy understood, and so he relayed his story, concluding it by saying, "I still love her. I won't free her, but I will look after her, I'll take her elsewhere, far from our old home where no one will mock her. I'll give her a good life. I'll give you one million, no, two million dollars."

The last man in line behind her was just finishing emptying his load into Candace's ass when Lindon called her over.

She crawled on all fours, her breasts swaying under her, while behind her she trailed a path of semen and cunt juices on the floor until it began to form a puddle where she stopped at her feet.

"You know this man?" Lindon asked.

"I do, master. From another life." She said and lowered her face to kiss her owner's foot.

"Do you love him still or not?" Lindon demanded, the crack of his voice ripped the truth from her lips.

"I do!" She looked up with misty eyes.

"So," Lindon said when he cast his eyes back at Jeremy, "you love this animal with all your heart, and yet you offer me only two million dollars instead of something really valuable?"

Jeremy's face darkened with anger, "Name your price, I'll give you anything you desire. What is it you want so much?" His voice was tinged with fury that matched his face, his body tensed for the exploitation to follow.

And Lindon put out his hand between them, then said, "Your friendship."

Jeremy took a moment to comprehend the words, but when he did, his face lit up and he instantly clasped Lindon's hand. "You have it for life."

Lindon then reached down, took her long hair as a leash, and put it into Jeremy's hand. When Jeremy's fingers closed over the long strands Lindon addressed her, "Slave, you are his property now. Serve him as you have served me."

Candace wept as much for joy just then, as she had in despair when Nathan's cock ripped away the virginity she'd protected for so long.

The two men were friends for the rest of their lives.

They went home one slave lighter that night, leading to a myriad of questions about what just happened.

Though they regretted seeing her go, there was very little doubt in Stacey, Dust, or Cassidy's mind that they'd encounter her again and get to catch up.

Their owners were friends, after all, and after that successful night, business associates.

It took hours for the sisters to lick each other and Dust clean, not least because watching them do so aroused their master so much that he repeatedly raped one or two of them at a time and undid some of their efforts by adding more sperm of his own, and they, more of their own lustful wetness.

And when it was finally done, they were all thoroughly worn out.

When they laid themselves in bed that night, and both Cassidy and Dust were sleeping, Stacey rolled onto her master, slipped his cock into her one more time, and rocked so slowly that nether of them would stir.

"Master, if a slave writes a story, does her owner own it until she leaves indenture, or does he own it all forever?" She asked.

"It's his for the duratioin of her service, even if she renews, then it passes to her when she leaves, why?" He asked.

"It was just a question, sir. I never want to leave your service, but I was curious." She gasped as his cock began to feel really good inside her.

"Did you have something in mind?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, master. I want to write an autobiography about the last year or so of my life. Where it began to go wrong, where it went from bad to worse, and where it lead to going right in ways I never imagined." Stacey said and rubbed her hands over his chest.

"That could be a good read, though you'll have to change a few things to keep criminal investigations at bay." He pointed out, then added, "When would you like to start it, and what would you call it?"

"If it pleases you, my Master, I would start it tomorrow. And as for what to call it, I would call it, 'The Nice Guy, the Master, and the Monster."

"Lovely title." Lindon said as his seed began to pump into her belly.

"Thank you, Master." She answered with a small but pleasurable orgasm to welcome his seed into her womb.

Then they slept, with a lifetime of tomorrows to go, filled with dreams come true, pleasures untold, and a life unimaginable, that would be read about for ages.

And you should know.

You just read it.

-End-

"Try this with them, Master." Claw said with glee and pointed to the object on screen.

She was pointing at a plus shaped dildo. Four long ends connected at a single center. The center was a circle that vibrated according to the settings of a remote control.

Her phrase, 'Try this with them, Master' had lead to copious explorations of his pleasures and how best to savor his ownership of his female chattels over the last six months.

Stacey and Cassidy looked up at him from where they knelt. Their eyes glazed over with lust. Their cunts were dripping wet with Claw's last suggestion, little individual vibrators that he could control from his phone. It had become Lindon's practice to keep his sexual menials in a state of almost constant arousal from the moment their chores were done, until the moment he decided which one or more would join him in bed that night.

For Stacey, it had become some kind of erotic dream-like existence. There were no bills, there was no decision to be made, no stress beyond the simple state of existing as his property and performing the handful of chores that Dust had trained her to perform.

With chores spread out among the four of them, even in the newly completed manor that lay on what had been her home, nothing took especially long. It meant work was done by noon unless their owner had specific duties for them related to his business. And that too was something that became common.

Candace was squirming in the corner, rubbing her thighs together while she was kept just at the edge of orgasm but unable to go over. She was held that way until she finished going over the information in the current packet, learning everything about the men who worked as slave magnates.

Her reason for going over whatever they could find on them, was an upcoming gathering to which Lindon had gotten an invitation after reaching out to Kristoff Shorn.

"That should prove entertaining..." Lindon said, once again marveling at how his life had changed over the course of the last year. He was rich before, but he was rapidly rising toward wealth, as if his slaves were his good luck charms. Each of them did have their own set of skills. Cassidy proved adept at marketing, and created the necessary buzz to draw in additional business in the industrial sector. Stacey turned out to have a knack for research, once she was trained by Cheryll. Candace was a wealth of information when it came to how to connect with people, and to read them like an open book. And they'd all served his interests extremely well.

Though they had no idea he'd done it, he set aside a trust for each of them, depositing a little of each month's profits so that if anything happened to him, at the end of their indenture they would be looked after.

It was what felt right to do for them. Though that work was all behind the scenes. When not being sexually used to satisfy his urges and instincts. The rest of the time, they were his display animals. Performing lewd acts on one another to entertain him or his guests.

'I haven't felt shame for a long time it seems.' Candace thought as she looked at the four headed sex toy, but that right there might change it.'

The only way for it to be used would be ass to ass on all fours, or laying on their backs with legs spread, humping and rutting while strange and powerful men looked on. Knowing that two of the slaves performing were sisters would only make it more decadent. And she could see that knowledge on Stacey's face. But far from distress, the little cunt was almost drooling at the prospect.

Her hips instinctively began to hump at nothing, "M-Master...p-please, relief...hump...fuck...fuck...please fuck..."

If ever there were proof that she would never be fit for freedom or normalcy, it was that moment, with her cunt pushed over the edge of lust with the mere prospect of pushing her ass back against a dildo which had her sister on the other end of it, and her desperate plea for relief from her owner...she may as well have had 'forever slut' inked onto her tits.

He wasn't gentle.

Lindon stood, grabbed her hair, and barked an order at Cassidy, "Follow!"

She scurried to obey, her thighs slick and cunt glistening, when he lead them to his bedroom, he flung them bodily onto the bed where they bounced once before scrambling into position.

Their legs were draped over the side, their arms under one another, their fingers played with each other's clits as they looked into one another's eyes.

"Rape us...rape us...please master..." They begged as he removed the taunting vibrators, and roughly shoved his cock into Stacey, and two fingers into Cassidy.

'Oh' and 'Ah' and 'Please' were the best they could manage as he brutally thrust himself inside, first one, then the other, so that their lust mingled and he attended to each of their cunts with equally violent measure.

This was not the first time he'd done this, claiming the two together, far from it, but that also meant neither knew which of them was going to be filled with cum.

There was only one way to know when it was going to happen.

When he reached under one of them, groped their tits and held on, that one would be receiving his seed.

Stacey howled with pleasure when she felt his hands grab her tits and his fingers roll her nipples and tease them until they were hard little pebbles.

She felt him cum, the throbbing cock, the flow of seed, and as she now often did, she imagined being naked on all fours, with a big pregnant belly full of his offspring. 'A pregnant slave, is there anything more desperate for her master's approval?' She wondered, and yet she craved it, for all the danger it had for her. Indentured slaves could not be sold when pregnant 'if' it happened, though it wasn't supposed to. And there were all kinds of rules about how they could be handled. But even with that, the fact that it gave her master even more of a hold over her, and more of a bond to him, was enthralling.

She orgasmed violently, shaking and losing all control of her body as it trembled, and when he was done, and he pulled out of her, Cassidy dove with her mouth toward his cock, suckling it in to the back of her throat and lovingly cleaning it with her tongue.

Stacey did not move, she kept her legs splayed. Her sister did not receive his sperm to her cunt this time, and so to share it? Her mouth dove next for Stacey's cunt, her tongue licking, delving, her mouth suckling to draw out what she could, bringing the large breasted woman to another orgasm, until she had taken all she could from her sister turned vessel.

Afterward, they lay panting, with Cassidy flopped onto her back next to her sister.

"Good slaves." He praised them, they smiled weakly and raised their hands to give him a shared, very playful, thumbs up.

"Lay there and catch your breath, then get you are free to entertain yourselves until dinner." He then reinserted the remote vibrators into their wet, waiting cunts, and turned them on a low setting for the purpose of teasing them, and left to enjoy the rest of the day for himself.

That was the beginning of a new life. As an indentured slave, Stacey could not own any property, so part of his intended restitution for her went unfinished. Instead, he commissioned a new house on the property, something more akin to a manor. In order to avoid yet more charges, Gordon ended up giving 'his lawyer' a controlling interest in his assets, and the lost money was routed back into control of Lindon's company.

Everything that belonged to Stacey, now belonged to him. When he told her this, Stacey and her sister crawled to him, wordlessly wrapped their legs around his, and began to grind their naked cunts against his boots.

Stacey was looking up at him with wide eyed hopefulness. Seven years as property was a long time on paper, but she knew it would pass quickly. If he no longer wanted to keep her, or if she no longer felt fit to serve, or if the indenture system was overturned? She would end their time with nothing. And so her wanton humping of his boot, grinding and scraping her naked sex along the dark laces of his hiking boot, was her quiet way of begging him and showing him she was dependent on him.

Cassidy was begging too. But rather, begging for her sister's sake. The absolute power he now held over both their lives was settling in on them both, erotic in its thrill, but perilous in its possibilities.

"That's the life of a slave." Claw said with a rare note of pity as she sipped coffee beside Candace. "You're soft little animals, any control you have is loaned to you and can be taken away at will. You always find yourselves at the mercy of men, and even when you have a good one, you never know what will happen. You have the freedom that comes with never having to make those hard decisions, but also the danger of having them made for you. My master, your master, could transfer everything into his name, put her on the street when her indenture is done, and she would have not even enough money to buy coffee, let alone pursue getting her property back. That's why the cunts of this country should just...always be slaves, pass from master to master, and then there's no worry about that. Even the Empire is kinder to its livestock than you are to your free people."

"Kinder, how?" Candace asked with a sudden burst of curiosity. Unlike Claw, she drank only water, and unlike Claw, who sat upright, Candace was on all fours drinking water by suckling on a phallic shaped water bottle attached to the wall.

Since his awakening to his instincts, her new owner had undertaken some 'lewd' changes. Only the war dogs wore anything, and that was related to their duties. The others remained nude and accessible, and his libido had gone up considerably. Or so it seemed, as he would, several times per day, order one or more of them into the bedroom to open their legs. It had become like an erotic feverdream.

"When a slave gets too old to work in the Empire, she's given teaching roles to other cunts. And if she's too old for that, then her final years are spent in what they call 'Elysium'. A sort of paradise for slaves. Gardens, and lakes, and ponds, flowers and beautiful, harmless animals. They are cared for by young slaves, and live in small cabins. They are fed by small government farms set along the border with the Femdom Amalgam. The Femdom never raids near those, to avoid risking harm to the elders of their sex. The men of the Empire are hard men, sometimes cruel, but on the whole, they do have a sense of duty, even to their livestock. Compare that to your country, you work your whole lives, then if you spend all you saved and aren't yet dead, you're allowed to die in the streets. What a wretched place to be free. Better the Empire...and that's without thinking of what it's like to mate with such men." Claw licked her lips and eyed her master's cock through his jeans.

She considered it inevitable that he would choose to fuck her, and since he would want a powerful son? 'He's probably going to breed me too. Not what I expected, coming to this trash country, but I will 'not' complain.' Claw mused privately.

As Candace suckled on the plastic cock that fed her water, she thought about what Claw said. She hadn't considered it at the time, but now? 'What will I do after seven years as a slave? I'm too beautiful to not be used for fucking? So when my indenture runs out, how am I supposed to live? What would I put on a resume? Seven years as a live-in rapedoll' or 'fleshlight on legs' or...fuck. How will I find work? Will I even be 'able' to take care of myself? I won't have had any bills, income, or responsibilities, no, not even any decisions of my own for a quarter of my life and almost all of my adulthood. Can I go back to that at the end? Wouldn't I more than likely just keep choosing to indenture myself again and again to get food and a bed and someone to take care of me?'

It was looking very much that way.

And that lingered on her mind when, a few days later, their collective Master called them together. "Candace has come up for sale. She hasn't been with us for very long, but even so, it doesn't feel right that she should be alone while she's sold."

Within a minute the projector was up, and on the wall for the auction house the bidding took place in real time. It included 'new' photos. Ones that, she was sure, would make her weep every time she saw them. The 'clothing' that included her bloodstained bedsheet section covering her cunt. How Nathan anounced to everyone who saw her that 'he' was the one to take her virginity.

Now it was being used to sell her.

If her lack of virginity reduced her value, she couldn't tell. Perhaps it was her public shame that was driving up the price. But she couldn't watch, and her owner, blessed and generous God that he was, did not order her to do so.

They simply listened to the price rise, and the pace of bidding start to slow. "Sold for $200,000!"

"Do you think...?" Stacey asked, but Candace denied it.

"I'm a whore, a slut, damaged goods, whatever term you want. Nobody from my town would ever marry me now. They'd be humiliated if I were their wife." Having said that as she did, the more it seemed better that she just indenture herself for as long as she could stay alive, and then slip into the grave when nobody wanted her anymore.

Lindon's phone buzzed several times in rapid succession.

The room glanced toward him in quiet anticipation.

"It's the auction house. I put up a notice request for particular people." He whistled, "I did not expect it this soon, I guess they were worse off than I thought." He said, and shifted the page over to the url he wanted. "Nathan's mother is going on sale. She was sentenced to three years for animal cruelty in a plea deal, so she's going up for a ten year indenture."

Hers was a live auction. Her shame was palpable, standing there, naked, exposed, she very clearly longed for it to be over. She assumed the poses required of her, but did so without passion that might have raised her sale price.

In the end, she sold for eighty-seven thousand dollars.

"Oh, and the other buzz was the auction house telling me I won." Lindon said with an eye toward Candace. "I bought you."

"M-Master... I-I don't know what to say." She half opened and half closed her mouth as she sought words, but he waved them away.

"You will serve me fully, slave, that is all you need to say, and more importantly, all you need to do."

"Yes, Master!" She agreed with glee. 'My owner is the man who vanquished my tormentor! It's like something out of a fairy tale...a dark fairy tale since I'm his property not his Queen or anything, but still!' She knew intuitively from the gleam in his eye that she would be impaled on his cock soon, and from the clear wetness in between the legs of the other slaves, they knew it too.

And for that, she could hardly wait.

When Stacey woke up, she found herself naked beneath the covers, and a cup of hot tea at her bedside. She looked at the clock, the date showed that she'd slept all through the day and that it was now late at night. The sound of lust was loud in the apartment. She could hear her sister's voice, Claw, Wheels, and even her counterpart who had been bought by Nathan as a substitute for herself.

There was no way she could bring herself to get up. Just, no way. She heard the sound of Lindon's voice, rough, firm, commanding and deep, and her sister's submission. 'He's fucking both of them?! Oh fuck...' She knew the feel of her sister's body, they had, in younger and more drunken days, taunted men with a little forbidden play,

Men they routinely taunted in this way were almost always easily rebuffed, But the way Lindon spoke, he was not being rebuffed, and she doubted very much that he even could be. 'I am a sinner in the hands of an angry god. The fires of hell below me, if I should fall, I can only burn to nothing...' She thought vaguely of the sermon she recalled from history class, but it seemed more apt than she wanted to think. Venturing out to whore herself for money and men's entertainment, she recalled the words of Claw. 'You're not free. You have ten thousand masters, and none of them care for you very much.'

'Why'd he even bother to bring me back? He should have just left me there. What does it matter how many men rape me anymore? How many fuck me, how many hurt me...I'm prey... I'm just prey to be hunted, captured, and devoured by lustful men...' She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, teasing herself, her legs spread open as wide as she could make them go, it was beyond lewd, and it strained even her groin, but the pain only stoked her lust as she raped her cunt with her own fingers. There was no hint of semen left on her, meaning Lindon had definitely had one of his slaves clean her up.

'Go on, rape me. Fuck me. If you want me, you'll have to fucking take it by force... that's what you want isn't it? To rape, to conquer and enslave? To have me sign the paper indenturing myself? To ride my sister's face for your entertainment, to perform like a whore to pleasure you. I'm already a prostitute, a whore, a slut, a cunt, go ahead and make me a slave to your kinky, perverted lusts... do it!' She gasped the words with breathless lust, teasing herself beyond the limits of desire until she began orgasming and had to cover her face with a pillow to keep the noise confined.

In the next bedroom, she could hear her sister's orgasm rising too, along with what had to be 'New Stacey'.

'I wonder if he's pretending its me? She might as well be, given that we're practically twins.' Stacey thought, and then curled herself up again to go to sleep when the noises outside began to die down.

When she woke up again and ventured out of the empty room, true to form, Claw and Wheels were curled up together in an oversized dog bed in the far corner. Less true to form, they were naked and covered in bruises. It wasn't hard to conclude that their play with one another had been exceptionally rough. And given their muscular frames, it was small wonder that such creatures had to be bred very selectively by only the strongest males. 'Anyone smaller than Lindon is going to snap like a twig.' The evidence of that lay in the fact that the couch was broken in multiple places, leaving it a ruin of itself.

The next door opened, and her counterpart emerged. "Hi." Candace said with a smile, "I got my name back, so you can just call me Candace. Or...maybe Candy, for short?" She smiled the satisfied way a girl did after she'd been well laid by a lover, "Listen, I'm going to make breakfast for everybody, so you go ahead and go take a shower." Her face became sympathetic, "Wheels will be taking you to a clinic first thing this morning, you know for...that."

Stacey hung her head, "I'm sorry to cause all that trouble for everybody. I-I won't go out alone again."

Candace put a hand on Stacey's shoulder, "I know you won't. But it'll be OK, just go with the flow today. Maybe help Wheels pick out a new couch?" She laughed a little, and began taking things out of the fridge.

Stacey almost offered to help but, she thought better of it, and went to do as she was told.

When she emerged, she found the war dogs seated cross legged on the floor eating out of bowls, but...also, on all fours...her sister and candace. Moreover, they were completely nude. Lindon alone was dressed. "Yours is on the counter. Either come to the table, or go beside your sister."

Stacey felt a whirlwind of emotions inside, but when he put it the way he did?

'I can't ever leave her.' She knew that. 'I'd rather be on all fours beside her than at a table anywhere.'

So she let her robe fall away, took her bowl and set it beside Cassidy, and then went down to all fours.

It turned out to be scrambled eggs with bacon bits, light and fluffy, proving that Candace knew her way around a kitchen at least somewhat.

When her sister smiled at her with encouragement, Stacey lowered her face iinto the bowl and ate. They knew he was watching, and that watching pleased him. And that was enough to add an erotic depth to what should have been a simple meal.

When it was over, and Cassidy stood up to take all the bowls away, Lindon said, "Wheels and Stacey, get dressed quickly and head to the clinic, but don't take too long."

Stacey felt nothing but more shame as she understood why. 'I might be a diseased whore for all they know. God, how could I be so stupid?'

Her self-recriminations went on all morning, through the visit, and Wheels never said a word, not until they returned.

When they reached the apartment door again, Wheels stopped her. "You may think you're a worthless thing, but let me tell you something. Your worth isn't something you decide. That's something other people do, and while they may all have different answers...a parent, a boss, a neighbor, a sister, a stranger you helped or hurt, a friend...for a slave, there's only one whose opinion carries true weight. Your master."

Stacey wasn't sure what to say to that, and when she entered the apartment, she found only her sister, she stood there naked except for her collar. "I signed the papers. I'm indentured. I am Master Lindon's property for the next seven years, the maximum allowed by law. And I did not place limits on him, he can fuck me, rent me out, whore me, breed me, do whatever he likes. The only thing I'm now allowed on is international travel."

Stacey approached her sister, wrapped her arms around her, and when they embraced, she kissed Cassidy's cheek. I'm so glad you're happy."

Cassidy stepped back, "Come with me." She whispered, and still holding her sister's left wrist, she led her to the bedroom they shared.

Her eyes widened when she felt herself suddenly forcibly pulled forward and saw Wheels step in and lock the door behind her.

"Strip her." Lindon ordered, and Stacy cried out in shock, low red light, like a whore house, permeated the room, and it highlighted the nakedness of the flesh of the women, and of the man whose erect cock stood ready, and she understood what for at once.

Claw and Wheels held her fast, their strength so far beyond the little waif that it was laughable to resist.

"Wh- No! Stop!" Stacey cried out as her clothing was ripped from her flesh.

"You need this, sister." Cassidy said and grabbed the woman in her arms as her bra snapped free and ended up in the corner. "It's time for you to join me, you've fought it enough...your last fight nearly killed you...and Master won't let that happen..."

Stacey moaned as she felt her body lifted and laid out on the bed. Wheels and Claw each held a leg wide apart, straining her muscles, and both Cassidy and Candace held her arms, she was spreadeagle and vulnerable....open...wet.

Lindon's eyes were blazing with lust as he took his place. "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her." The four women urged as Stacey gasped with disbelief. It was as if she were caught up in some primitive pagan fertility ritual.

She felt the firm hands of the two war dogs slide up her thighs and begin to tease her sex, tormenting it with pleasures as she was touched at the clit and fingers teased her inside. She bucked and wiggled, But there was nothing she could do, she felt his cockhead at her tiny entrance, and watched his face as he pushed inside, sheathing himself to the hilt and drawing out another moan.

"Cum in her, master. Fuck her, Take her..." Cassidy urged and begged as he began pounding away at her little cunt.

"What...are...you?" He growled.

"A slave!' She knew the right answer immediately, there was no real question about it. This man she hungered for. This man, she craved. This man, captured her even before he fucked her.

The fucking redoubled, she felt Cassidy's lips on her left breast, and Candace's on her right, their suckling and teasing drove further deep pleasures on and she could only cry out with want as there seemed to be no end to the debauchery.

He pinned her there, holding her in place as he fucked her to the limits of desire, when he could no longer hold back, and her eyes went wide with disbelief as she felt his sperm fountain out at the entrance of her cervix, promising to drown her womb in his seed. "Whose property are you?" Lindon asked.

I'm yours...master. I'm your property...." Stacey began to cry, her body went limp, and when the all released their hold on her, she held her arms out and invited her master to cover her. He remained inside of her during that embrace, and when he was ready again, without ever pulling out, he began the slow steady rut of master and slave.

In the aftermath of her submission, indenture papers were presented to her, and they were set upon Cassidy's back, so that Stacey had to use her own sister as a table to sign away her life as a slave for seven years.

She felt a collar placed around her neck, and then kneeling next to her sister, though she didn't know what lay ahead of her next, she thought she could have confidence at least in this...

'There are many good days ahead.'

Candace had known little else but fear since the announcement that she would be sold. 'What if I'm bought by another Nathan? What if I'm bought by a brothel? What if I'm bought by someone who just wants to hurt me? What if I'm...I'm... I don't know...god what if they beat me like his mother did? What if they just want a toy to humiliate as much as possible until I die of shame? So many things are uncertain...it's so dangerous to be a slave girl.' She would have cried if she'd been allowed more time to think or allow her raw terror of her auction to continue to grow. So when her master ordered her to the bedroom, she went with glee. Not only did it mean there was a possibility, however slight, that he might find favor with her and buy her for himself, but such surrender let her forget her fill. What was more?

It felt good to give in. As Candace wrapped her lips around her master's cock and kept her eyes cast upward toward his face, she held his thighs and felt their strength. Cassidy meanwhile, rubbed her naked body against his, using her hands and hips, her thighs and fingers, her every inch to rub against his as he lay reclined in bed. Occasionally Candace's view of her master's face was obscured, but it was obscured only by the supple flesh of another enslaved cunt like herself. And in the throes of her lascivious mind, she thought to reach out and enter the girl, penetrating her sex with two fingers. She slipped in easily and curled her fingers against the secrets spots inside a woman's body that broke rational thought and turned them into wanton, feral, sexual creatures who, no matter their education or intelligence, had their words reduced to a handful of lewd pleadings. Cock. Fuck. Cunt. More. Please. Master.

Those and only a handful of other words were all that remained of them as they lavished attention on their God.

His heavy hands caressed their skin and where he touched their body felt aflame with heat as if he'd cast some terrible, wonderful spell on his erotic thralls.

And when he moved to pull away, all it took was pointing to them for the pair to understand.

Thy formed the slave ball, known in his country as 'sixty-nine'. Their tongues and fingers explored one another, delving into the little cunts their master's cock had filled not so long ago.

Their bodies shivered as orgasms ran through them, and Cassidy moaned as she felt her master take position behind her, and thrust his cock within, she gushed her lust out and never did Candace waver in her steady, constant attentions to perform as her master ordered.

When he pulled out, and Candace watched up close for the first time in her life to see the thick, hard rod of a man, the symbol of his right to rule and rape her sex, emerged from a cunt that clung to it with desperate longing. 'I am next.' She knew, and she wasn't wrong, She positioned them so that it was her turn to be on top, and then she felt him start to hump against her from behind. 'My master alone may rape me, take me, make me his...and he is my master.' She told herself as his cock plumbed her depths in search of pleasures for himself, and found them there, for both.

Cassidy had more experience with girls than the sheltered Candace, and she held back none of her experience as she sucked on the protruding clit, nibbling and kissing, before delving her tongue inside her cunt again.

Back and for in this way they went, and Lindon's head was blazing with hunger. 'They are mine. This is my right. It feels so good...fuck them...take them...' He caught the sound of his war dogs outside, they were busy in their own way, mating as war dogs did after a fight together, they bonded sexually with each other even more than their handlers, it was a safe way to relieve tension after a fight, and Claw was exceptional in her lusts as she was in everything else.

'Why shouldn't I mount them? Are they not mine? Are they not 'all' mine?' His proprietary sense of ownership, his deeply buried male instincts, told him that he would need to seize them all, to claim what was his, he could hold nothing back.

that was his sin with Stacey. He held back. He waited for the prey to come to him, instead of taking what was rightfully his and owning it. 'I will not hold back again.' He vowed to himself as he yanked the two by their hair, drawing cries from one another, as well as compliance, and making them scury to their knees on the floor as he sat up. "Do not swallow, slave." He said, and yanked Cassidy's mouth to the head of his cock. She felt Candace's eyes on her, watching their owner ejaculate his sperm onto her waiting tongue.

"Now share." He ordered with a voice of iron, and Cassidy, wide eyed, looked to Candace. That he could be this lewd was a shock, an erotic shock that sent waves of submissive bliss through her body from head to toe. And as he had spoken, so it would be.

The two came together, kissing, sharing the taste of licks, and tongue, and allowing Candace to take of his seed from the mouth of a slave.

When they were done, they faced him, looked up as one, opened their mouths, and when he nodded, they swallowed it down.

"I am taking your sister, slave. You will assist. You will both assist, do you understand, slaves?" Lindon both ordered, and asked.

The pair lowered themselves prostrate to the floor and kissed his feet.

"Master, you will have to force her." Cassidy said, but then she returned her lips to his foot.

"I know. But it's the only thing she will accept. Only a man willing to take her, can have her. And if no one does then she is utterly lost." Lindon said it with more gentleness than one would expect under the circumstances.

And that only made it sweeter. "We submit, Master." Candace said, speaking for them both.

And Cassidy did not mind at all.

Outside, orgasmic howls went up from the two war dogs as they too, finished mating.

'So 'that' is why they call them 'war dogs'.' Cassidy concluded, and when their master took their long hair again and drew them into bed, they moved with him, until they flanked both sides of his body, and fell into a slumber filled with dreams of what may come.

"I'm not the least bit surprised." New Stacey said from where she sat cross legged on the floor.

"Me neither." Cassidy said from beside her, seated in the same fashion.

"It was a stupid, stupid, stupid thing to do, so I'm not surprised either, Master." Claw said and stretched out on the couch. She wore her usual enigmatic cheshire grin, and would have earned a glare if not for the fact that the naked war dog was licking a spot on her hand where some blood still lingered on.

The shower was still running while Wheels washed herself off. But while her sister-in-arms did so, Cassidy's tongue was loosed of tempering influence. "I told you, Master. She's reckless. She's an unclaimed animal in heat, a slut like that instinctively seeks out brutal domination. What else can she do? I admit, I didn't expect her to become a prostitute, I thought she'd just go to a club bathroom or a glory hole and spread her legs like a good little slut."

Cassidy could only hang her head. The sheer intimidation of seeing the bloody war dogs return to the car and her new owner carrying her naked, bruisted, scraped up sister was such that she could only remonstrate herself. 'How did we ever think we were really free?'

But out loud she said, "Will she be alright?"

"She's bruised up, scraped, and has a split lip where someone hit her, but that's all. When she wakes up we'll take her to a clinic, get her a pill and a checkup. But otherwise she's uninjured."

"So then, the blood?" Cassidy asked.

"Is nothing you need to worry about, slave. But it's not hers." Lindon said, and Claw beamed as he addressed her by her status for the first time, and dictated to her as was both his right and duty.

Claw didn't say anything, she just kept up that cheshire smile. The noise of the cracked skull echoed in her mind, and her cunt grew wet with lust for her owner. His raw, icy use of violence as he crushed the man beneath his foot like a bug. All three men were very clearly dead when they left, and the light staging implied the obvious. That after killing the first man over the money, the remaining two started fighting over it. One died with his skull cracked on the concrete, and the other from a stab wound from a knife that conveniently had the second man's prints on it. Between that and the fact that some money remained where they fell, it would be an open and shut case that nobody would think too hard about.

Perhaps questions would be asked about a possible witness, a prostitute that worked in the back. But she wouldn't return there and would never be identified. 'Besides, who would waste much time on a trio of lowlife punks?'

Lindon though, had his mind elsewhere. The whispers of his slaves in his ear had changed his thinking much, and it wasn't hard to conclude that the truth was, even if Claw, Cassidy, Wheels, and New Stacey all put Stacey's choices on her, he was to blame. In part, if not in whole. 'Even here, men are the ones to take action, and I did nothing. They warned me about her growing needs, even New Stacey, who has known her only for a few hours...she saw the truth. But I did nothing.'

There wasn't anything he could do, not just yet. But he'd made his decision, and so in the interim before it could be carried out he turned his attention to New Stacey. "I contacted the auction house to report what happened, I offered to let you stay here for the next few days, they're going to do a digital auction for you, nobody wants to make too big a deal about this." He glanced down at his phone when it buzzed, "And that was Cheryll, she just got confirmation that Nathan's mother signed the paperwork to return you to the auction house, and that they've received it. You are now officially a masterless slave waiting to be sold again. You can go back to your old name now, slave. What was it, anyway?"

She wiped her eyes when they misted over and said, "I was named 'Candace' Master." She replied with a regretful air. "But if I'm staying here, you're my Master until I'm collected."

Claw chimed in right away, "Master, you should go fuck them both. You've never had two cunts at once, so go try it. They're yours to enjoy, besides, they should learn to serve together, you'll want their help later anyway." She then glanced at her hand, and turned it front and back, "There, all clean. I wish they'd decided to call us 'War Cats' instead. It seems so much more appropriate what with licking to clean up and all."

She was just talking to herself with that final utterance though, as Lindon, shocked for a moment, seemed to realize that he could do exactly that, and rising from his seat, he pointed toward the bedroom. "Now." He said, and the two slaves shot to their feet and ran naked to await their ravishing.

“It’s just instinct. Do t overthink it.” Claw said when she saw the way Stacey shifted in her seat. “He’s a man who has won a great victory, he’ll have a lot of vigor to fuck and conquer cunts. And you’re wet and in heat because that’s the kind of man you’d want to put a baby in you.”

“Because I’m prey? Because he took all my property so easily, my house, the house my tormentor drove me from, he made it burn, and now he’s got everything and I only don’t freeze or starve, so now my cunt is telling me to fuck him to survive, to breed for him to have safety…”

“Yes.” Wheels, Claw, Taste, New Stacey, and Dust said at once.

Stacey’s words lacked the force of denial, it was more a factual accounting. And her cunt was voting with the rest of the room. It didn’t help that her counterpart shamelessly reached into her robe to scoop some of his dripping semen onto her finger and lick it clean. The scent of sex was heavy on her. And her Cheshire smile was extreme in its satisfaction.

It also didn’t help her that she could hear him fuck her sister. A jolt of energy shot through her when she heard her sister call for him to force her.

But despite her cunt calling for her to go in, to stand or kneel or go to all fours at the bedroom door, all she heard in her head was ‘I’m not good enough.’

So she did nothing.

And when it came time for him to leave, and only Clas and Wheels remained, she could only lower her eyes as she thanked him again.

That night, when all was dark and quiet, Stacey clung tight to her sister in bed. The warm of their bodies was not unfamiliar to one another. They’d done that since they were young and each one lived in fear of their mother’s contempt.

But never had they done so with one of them heavy with the scent of sex, or with a man’s seed marking one of them as his territory.

“Did it, why did you, I want-“ Stacey started and stopped several sentences. But in one smooth motion, Cassidy brought a hand to her well fucked cunt, wiped some of the freshly fucked seed onto her finger, and put it onto the tongue Stacey’s open mouth presented.

“Savor it.” Cassidy said when Stacey froze in shock.

“Yes, it felt amazing. Yes, I wanted him to rape me.” Cassidy sighed as Stacey swallowed hard. They were wreathed in shadows beneath the blankets, reduced to sound, sense, and touch to know the other was there.

“Why?” Stacey asked in a pleading voice when she finally managed one coherent sentence.

“Because even if Gordon was a bastard, he was right in thinking we aren’t fit for a man’s world. We’re soft and small, we’re vulnerable at any moment. Gordon needed only one hand to take all my freedom from me. In an earlier time, he’d have enslaved me, and bred me, and I’d be dependent on him when I could only waddle with a big pregnant belly. All with just one fucking hand, he made me his property all night long. Did he do that with you?”

“He used two hands. The first time.” Stacey said and slid one leg in between Cassidy’s two. They drew closer, tighter in their embrace.

“After that he only had to look at me with mean eyes or play a movie with a rape scene, and I’d comply with whatever he wanted. In my own house…”. Stacey trailed off.

“And Nathan?” Cassidy pressed.

“He didn’t have to try hard either. He just took what he wanted and humped my body while I lay in the trash.” Stacey said and laid her head against Cassidy’s chest. Their legs had become intertwined and thighs pressed to one another’s cunts.

“Master taking me… it felt right. When he raped me as I begged, it was conquest. Gordon, he just wanted to hurt me. But Lindon, he was fucking me to own me. There’s no other feeling like it. So primal, so strong. I felt so possessed. That’s what it’s like.”

Neither knew who started humping first, neither acknowledged that it was happening. They just found to one another, undulating their hips and feeling their slick cunts draw along the flesh of firm thighs, only stopping in the midst of orgasm until, exhausted, Cassidy slept.

Stacey slipped out of bed easily enough. And she’d gotten used to dressing in the dark, which was even easier when she intended to wear very little.

The night was crisp, but there was at least no storm, and for now the snow had melted away. Snagging the keys and slipping out the window was easy too.

There was only one place for her to go.

Within the city, there were always places nobody cared much about the law. Claw used one or two of them as a hunting ground to let her violent urges out. Gordon, she knew, used one to find targets to exploit. And it was one of those she went to. One she and Cassidy had gone to many times before they didn’t have to sneak into bars anymore.

The carding was lax, the drinks were cheap, and the men would pay for ‘whatever’. It was popular for a reason, multiple reasons, none of them good ones.

Her cunt throbbed with heat before she’d even parked. The place was crowded inside and out, with a heated deck sealed with a plastic overhang, the patrons stayed warm in or out. But nobody went behind the place. Nobody except…

She saw the woman adjust her skirt and the man redo his belt when they came around the corner.

Stacey’s heart pounded when she made her way into the place, the first man she saw with no one, she grabbed his hand, yanked it between her legs, and asked, “Do you want to buy a quick fuck?”

He felt the wetness between her legs, saw the wild look in her eyes, and the sensual body she possessed.

“Y-Yeah!” He replied, and let her lead him out and around to the back.

“A hundred for my mouth, three hundred for my cunt, five hundred for my ass.” Stacey guessed on the price, but he seemed pleased.

“Pussy.” He said, and she hiked up her skirt, put her hands on the cold brick, and when she saw him shove money into her purse, she waited.

He immediately started jumping her, she felt his cock slip in, it was easy, as wet as she was. His hands held her hips, and she just ‘waited.’ She clenched her cunt and pumped back, and within a few minutes she felt him release.

“Got any friends here?” She asked when he let go.

“Yeah.” He muttered.

“Send them out.” Stacey said, though in her head she heard that voice again. ‘Slut. Slut. Slut.’

‘I’m not good enough for a master, so I might as well have ten thousand of them.’ She thought, and watched him walk away.

She didn’t need to wait long before she was giving her prices to a group. She stuffed the money in her purse, put herself against the wall, and began to let them take turns.

Her quiet tears were like ice on her cheek as one by one they used her body. The ones who wanted anal, all she could do was tell them, ‘go slow…’ and hope they listened, gritting her teeth through her degradation as their words rained down like fists.

They mocked her, taunted her, ‘who’re’ and ‘slut’ stung even through their truthfulness.

And when she had to suck, she knelt, closed her eyes, and used what she’d learned reluctantly from Gordon, to get them to quickly throw seed down her throat.

Word quickly spread, and all she had to do was stay there. She lost count of the number, and just did what they said. ‘Mouth?’ She knelt. ‘Cunt’ she put herself to the wall. ‘Ass’ she lowered her face to the concrete and raised her ass up.

In retrospect it was even dumber than it seemed.

At prior to dawn, stained with cum inside and out with a purse full of cash, three more wanted turns.

“I need a break.” Stacey said truthfully. “Just for a little while.” She promised, and then her eyes bulged when a hand went for her throat.

“Please, I just need a few minutes!” She begged as the smell of alcohol wafted from his mouth.

Her purse tumbled to the ground, and as the first men pushed her down and got between her legs, and the second grabbed her arms to pin her, the third began going through her purse.

“”That’s mine!” She yelled, only for a slap to force a yelp from her.

“And this is mine!” He shouted and began pumping into her cunt.

Stacey went limp, there was no point. ‘I’m prey. Why did I do this? Why did I think I could play this game, even I should know whores have pimps to protect them. I’ve got nothing.’ She stared up at the night sky and waited as the second man took his turn.

He rolled her onto her belly, and she felt him push into her ass. “You’re hurting me…”. She said in a weak voice, but that was no more protection than her tears.

“Please don’t.” She begged, but her mind was out of it, she was speaking as if to Lindon, recalling how she begged him not to hurt her or her sister.

That was when she heard it.

Lindon’s voice.

“Accion!” He barked the German word, and then she saw lean bodies tackle her attackers. ‘Claw? Wheels?’

All she could do was turn her head to the side and watch. Lindon’s stomp on someone’s throat certainly silenced any cries.

And the pair of war dogs swiftly dispatched the remainder, who fell and did not move, an ugly gash in one of their heads was already looking bad. Disturbingly, the other, she did not see a wound.

Lindon’s directions were quick, and in a fury of motion, they were done, finishing by scattering some of the cash from her purse around them.

Stacey moaned as she felt Lindon pick her up as if she weighed nothing, and warmth began to grow when Claw put a heavy coat over her limp body.

When she was put into the back seat, she found Cassidy waiting for her, and the warmth of her touch brought out her little choked sobs.

Stacey passed out long before she reached the apartment again.

And when she slept, it was for eighteen straight hours. But in all those hours, the dream was just the memory of those final hopeful moments that began with his unleashing of his war dogs.

Her undulating motions were slow, her moans, gentle. She was not like Cassidy, who was fervent and almost demanding in the way she offered herself. "The only....man...I've ever...been with...you crushed, Master." New Stacey said when she arched her back to display her ample tits clearer to his eyes. "You crushed his balls...and I'm...so grateful...just relax, Master. Let your captive slave do the work." She gasped, 'So this can feel good!' It was a delight to know, and her body urged her to continue, the hot, hard, soft, throbbing flesh of his manhood filled her sex completely,

"Yes...yes..." she let out the little mewling words as, despite her ask that he relax and let her do the work, he insisted and bucking his hips and thrusting further into the velvet vice that was her cunt.

Her thighs strained as she rose to a squat position, then grabbed his hips, and then bucked her cunt up and down along his length so that he could see the way her netherlips clung to the now slick, masculine flesh.

Her eyes marveled at the man beneath her. The intricacy of his plan, the complete and uttter annihilation of the lives of those he'd targeted. He was also large and strong, and it was obvious his slaves were devoted and revered him. As she humped her body against him, she had the sapient realization in the midst of her animalistic copulation, 'I could love this man, if he owned me. Jeremy won't want me with my virginity gone, and I can't go home...I'm going to be sold again, and probably fucked...I may not have a man like this inside me again. I need to make the most of it!'

And so she picked up her pace, grinding, writhing, massaging his heavy balls with her soft hands, the shame of her time serving Nathan, a man who correctly deduced she would never have considered him if she had a choice, began to melt away.

She felt his cock begin to throb, and then suddenly, he pinned her beneath him, he'd rolled her onto her back as if she weighed no more than a piece of paper. Thus secured, his face was intense, animalistic, and she knew there was no refusing Lindon anything he demanded of her.

So New Stacey surrendered, wrapping her legs around his waist and hooking them against his thighs, "Fuck me! Fuck me like you own me! You beat my master, so claim your pr-ize!" She yowled the final word as her orgasm washed over her when she felt the flow of his essense inside her body.

"When I'm sold, Master, I'll remember you for the rest of my life. Nobody has ever saved me before...one...he tried. But until now, nobody ever had. I'm glad I've got this memory with you." She said, and rolled on to him. His hand stroked her long and silky hair down to the small of her back, and she gently kissed his chest before resting her cheek where his heart lay.

"I'm being selfish right now, and I'm not sorry." She said with a tiny laugh. She knew she should have been nervous, naked, in bed with a strange man who had seemingly emerged from hell itself to punish her master, but something about him just set her at ease. His unassuming and casual air never seemed to waver. It made her comfortable speaking honestly with him.

"About what?" Lindon asked and tilted his head to catch her eye.

"Your other slaves want you right now. They want your body, they want your cock in them, but here I am all alone with you. It's very sweet of them, I shouldn't be so selfish as to linger here after I've served you. But if you don't object, master, just a few minutes?"

"What's a few minutes?" Lindon asked rhetorically, and for a little while they were quiet.

"When I leave, Master, which one should I send in? The other me, or her sister, or both?" New Stacey traced her finger around his groin until she's homed in on his cock and began to stroke it, wrapping her fingers along the still semi-hard shaft.

"Stacey isn't actually a slave. Just her sister." Lindon corrected her.

She rubbed her cheek on his chest, "Master, do you know what slaves do when we're waiting to be sold?"

"No...wait, I would imagine." He guessed.

"We try to turn ourselves on. We try to get ourselves hot for auction, the more we sell for, the better our masters will be, the more we obtain after our indenture is over. We try to, what ws it they called it... oh yes, 'eroticize our collars' that was it. And Master, I saw slaves succeed. They fill their heads with fantasies, they tell lewd stories to one another, dark and romantic ones, dreadful and gentle ones, anything to coax their bodies into being ready to become the plaything of those with the money to buy us. I have seen slaves who were in heat to be owned, to be used...and that slut is in heat." New Stacey said definitively.

"Then why hasn't she approached me the way her sister has? The way Dust did, the way you have?" Lindon asked, and at that she rose up from her position so that she was looking down at his face.

"I don't know, Master. But whatever her reason, if you want her, you should take her, I am completely sure she'll surrender with minimal effort on your part. Besides, then you can have both sisters, and isn't that every man's kinky, naughty fantasy, Master?" She tittered and lowered her lips to kiss him again over his heart before she slipped out of bed, and when he pointed to a robe on the hanger, she went to put that on instead of the mockery her former owner had left to her to mark her virgin cunt as his trophy.

Cassidy entered not long after, though when she did, it was crawling on all fours and nudging the door shut behind her with her foot. She eyed him from down there, letting him see her in her bestial posture, and then moved with a sensual, languid motion to his bed. "Fuck me, master. Fuck your slave girl." She cracked a wry smile and said, "Even if we did miss the appointment... I am yours. Use me. You destroyed my tormenter, the source of my nightmares is all but dead. There's only one thing I want, master, if you'll give it to me."

"What is it?" He asked.

"Rape me." She said when she reached the bedside. "I want you to force me, to use me like you hate me, fuck me like he did...make me submit." Cassidy asked with a longing stare. "I know it sounds strange, Master, but if I ask for it, it feels like... like Gordon will lose his power over me. Like I'm choosing it. And I'm becoming your property instead."

"I've never...raped anyone before." Lindon said as he worked his tongue around the word that brought up so many forbidden taboos, and so many uncomfortable feelings.

Cassidy rose to her knees. "Master, you are a man. You are hard right now. It's instinctive in you to force a girl to fuck if you want to claim her. So the question is, Master, do you want your cock in me?"

"Yes." He answered as he watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath.

"Then make me take it." She urged, and before she could say or even think anything else, his hand grabbed her hair and she was yanked up to the bed. Her arms flailed as she gasped, "No...N-o...stop...st-op it..." She struggled, she writhed. His hands were bruising her wrists she was sure, but he had them held fast so easily. She tried to kick her legs, but he just slid right between them, her hips bucked as she tried to fling him off of her. "I...won't...let you...rape...me." She gasped as his hunger blazed, but at that moment of refusal, his forward thrust caught within her cunt and he slid easily into her welcoming passage.

"No..." She moaned and continued to struggle as he pumped his cock into her, his violent thrusts made it clear that there was nothing she could do to stop him, his force was limited only by his unwillingness to hit her, but that did nothing to change the way he easily ragdolled her body. pinning her arms, or rolling her onto her back and then resuming the rape from behind.

She fought until she had no strength left to resist...and she could only lie limp, and let the victor seize her as the spoils of conflict.

When his seed found its way inside her, she smiled. "I am a slave. A cunt. One of the slave sex. And you are my owner. You have won, master, I am conquered."

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He sent the photos of the aftermath to Claw's cell phone while paused briefly at a red light, and then otherwise ignored any messages or calls. He simply played Beethoven's 9th Symphony on a loop until he returned.

As for when he returned?

Lindon's entry into the little apartment safe house was given the air of a Roman Triumphal parade. Taste, Wheels, Dust, and Claw cheered and clapped. New Stacey openly wept with relief that she was, however briefly, away from her owner, Cassidy lowered herself to the floor and began kissing his shoes when she was prostrate in front of him. "You punished him... you really did it... you...did it."

Stacey tried to keep her composure, but she had no more luck than her sister. "My rapists...my tormentors...you got rid of them...you actually...did it." Her knees weakened, and she only remained standing because her hand on the table steadied her. "I-I really didn't think it was possible. I don't have to worry about Gordon... or Nathan, ever again, do I?"

"No, you don't. But for a lot more reasons than the likely amputation of their testicles." Lindon said when the cheers and tears faded enough.

He held a hand down to Cassidy and helped her to rise, pointing to the table where Stacey barely managed to remain standing. "Sit, I need to explain what happens next."

Caught in the midst of relief and disbelief, they obeyed without question while 'New Stacey' knelt uncertainly until at his nod, she was allowed to take a chair and sit at the table too.

Catching her up took time, and when she was brought up to the present moment, her jaw hung open in disbelief at the web of deception and destruction the man before her laid out for his targets.

"...And that brings us to now. Gordon's destruction of the home is thoroughly documented, he may try to claim it was an accident, but with all the evidence of his purchases of the material, the video recording of him placing the candle with the gasoline rags, the noise of him disconnecting the gas line to 'create' the leak, and the video of him taking his favorite and most expensive items out of the house first? There's just no chance for an acquittal. That is five to twenty years in jail. Given that he didn't even own the property and had a restraining order against him? It's safe to say he'll get a twenty-year sentence easily. The drugs they found in the wheels of his car? That was just under a pound of meth, that's eighteen to eighty years. He might be able to reduce his sentence by flipping on the chop shop, but the best he'll get is a concurrent sentence for the arson. On top of that, there's the attempted murder charge against Nathan. That will be five to fifteen years. Even if he somehow gets all of that concurrently, he won't see the outside of a prison for at least twenty years."

Lindon opened up his laptop and flipped it around. "On top of that, since we had access to your home WiFi, we were easily able to crack into his computer, and we found where he was putting his money. It was pretty clever really. It was all going to an Alzheimer's patient. Charles managed to get the account information from the place he was wiring it from. The facility that looked after her would bill her every month, and they just assumed the old lady's family was providing for her. In reality, he was just using her account to launder money. Wiring it in, then moving out whatever he needed. She didn't have the ability to understand it, and nobody else cared. Now that we've got access, it'll be easy to recover as a misdirected wire. I just need him to hire one of our attorneys to represent his interests. Then sue him for the damages he did, and then get him to settle to 'avoid more charges'."

"M-My house? He blew up my h-house?" She asked with emotions running wild like colliding storms in her soul.

But before one could triumph over the other, Lindon rotated the computer, brought up something else, and then turned it toward the trio again. "Yes, he did. But before he did that, my company took out multiple policies against it, each one valuing a quarter of a million dollars. Given that there is no doubt that Gordon did all of this on his own, there's no doubt that the policies will all pay. The policies were payable to my company of course. But I will then 'buy' the land from you for enough money to pay off all the credit cards, your HELOC, bring your accounts out of the red, for you and your sister, and rebuild the property."

"H-How much?" Stacey felt her stomach roil as all the details were laid out in detail.

"The Heloc? Three hundred thousand, the two credit cards, about one seventy between them, rebuilding the property, another two-fifty, give or take. All things considered, we could probably round it to seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, since I'm just guessing on the rebuilding costs. Best case scenario given the multiple policies, there will be around four hundred thousand dollars, including what we can take from him as his 'attorney' settling the damages."

"What about the old lady?" Patrick asked, "She's innocent, isn't she?" He pressed.

"We'll only take what they are owed. After that's done, I'll set up a new account for her and close the old one and ensure the bills are paid out of the new one. Gordon will never have access to her or the money ever again. And he can hardly complain without piling on yet more charges of fraud and identity theft and whatever else. With what we leave with her, she'll still have plenty remaining to provide for her for the rest of her life." Lindon promised, and Patrick visibly relaxed.

"Gordon is done. With no money, no balls, and no one to exploit, he'll be a prison blow up doll within a few months. That brings us to Nathan." Lindon said and watched as Stacey and New Stacey both began to tremble.

"There's nothing we can do about the rape. The court doesn't consider multiple accounts to be a form of evidence. So, the way he treated the two of you being so similar, it just won't count. It's very unlikely he'll ever see the inside of a jail cell." Lindon said, and Stacey could only stare down at the table.

"Right, it's not a crime to rape me. I'm prey." She whispered, but Lindon was not done.

"However," he continued, "the way you were treated, New Stacey, does violate several animal cruelty laws. I can have my legal team draft a complaint on your behalf and threaten to have his mother charged for what she did to you. It won't have you set free, but it will allow you to be returned to the slave market and sold to a new owner. I'm sure both of them will agree to settle to avoid the fines, they have to."

"Why...exactly?" The two Stacey's asked.

"Because they have no money to speak of. Nathan took out a lot on his mother's behalf, they remortgaged the house, they took out credit cards, they liquidated more equity than Gordon did. Now with Nathan in the hospital, and the" he coughed noticably into his hand, "news about to reach Nathan's mother's employer about how she was charged with the violent sexual abuse of an indenture...I doubt she'll have a job much longer. At least, not after that actually happens. Along with copies of the reported charges going to everybody they know. And if they can't pay their bills for hospital, mortgage, or credit cards, what happens?"

The trio of women all widened their eyes at once. "He and his mother will have no choice but to indenture themselves to settle their debts." Stacey replied with a wondering gaze as if Lindon had descended from heaven itself.

She was not alone.

"Since the minimum sale price is one year's work with their skillset, she might get some of it wiped out with her first sale. But that will still be a minimum three year indenture. More likely, she'll need to spend the next seven years as a slave, even if she doesn't get time added on for animal cruelty, which, she may. Animal cruelty can carry a three year sentence, so she might spend the next ten years as livestock just to repay her debts and serve out her sentence. She'd be in her late fifties by the time she's a free woman again. As for Nathan himself?" Lindon laughed.

"Does that leach even have any skills?" He asked.

"None." Patrick and Stacey said at once.

"He's never worked more than a minimum wage job in his life, and even then not for long." Stacey's answer was filled with contempt, and Lindon nodded as his belief was confirmed.

"An out of shape unskilled ne'er-do-well, won't sell for much. Which means it will be a long, long time before his debts are repaid. Do you think he's really going to put up with that, with having to work hard?" Lindon asked.

"No. Not a chance. He'll run at the first opportunity." Stacey answered with revulsion, her hand unconsciously drifting to her belly. She would never know whether he was the one who got her pregnant or not, but just remembering the possibility made her feel disgusting.

"A friend of mine runs a transport company, they make runs to the Femdom Amalgam and the Maledom Empire. Suppose they buy him to work on the ship as a menial labor, and one day the ship puts into port on the coast of the Femdom Amalgam, but he thinks they've landed in men's paradise, the Maledom Empire, what is he likely to do?"

Wheels was the one who answered with a predatory grin. "He'll run for it. Right off ship, right into the arms of the Femdom Amalgam port authorities. I don't imagine he'll be discreet or sympathetic. And of course ships record all that, so he'll be caught on video running away, making it easy to report him to your country's authorities and wash your hands of him as a 'lost asset'. But then they will...'

"They'll what?" Stacey asked when Claw and Taste began to giggle at the hilarity.

"A runaway male slave in the femdom? Especially one already missing his balls?" Claw held her gut and bawled with laughter, "They'll take that boi and shoot him up with female hormones, and turn him into one of their little pegging pets or tongue toys in the bathhouses they love to frequent. He'll spend the rest of his life taking it up the ass or eating pussy, crawling after the heels that would kick him in the face if he so much as looks at them funny."

"Oh my god." Stacey gasped.

"That is worse than a jail cell." Cassidy declared, and there wasn't one who disagreed.

"Much worse." Lindon agreed. "All these final steps are easy, but they take time. Including the rebuilding of the house, call it five months. So, enjoy the apartment until then."

"But- you- you will own it." Stacey said with a little frown, "Do I then buy it back from you?"

"Yes. But I'll sell it for a dollar as long as you pay the closing costs. You'll still have about three hundred ninety-three thousand dollars left after that, give or take a few hundred. With that, you can start a new profession, begin your life again, and do what you want. My work will be done. Till then, enjoy the apartment. Do you have any questions?"

New Stacey felt a lot of them run through her head at once.

-Would he buy her?

-Could he look into what happened to Jeremy?

-Could she maybe get a video watching Nathan lose his backdoor virginity?

But only one thing felt right in that moment.

She went to her knees and then went down to kiss his shoe. "I prayed to God to save me. And God didn't care. God let me wear my virgin blood for all to see. He let me be shamed, violated, taunted...I thought you were an avenging angel at first, but now I see what I didn't before. A true man is a woman's God. I have nothing to give you, no money, no promises worth anything, not even innocence for you to remove. But Master, if it pleases you, can I give you my body with...eagerness? I want to please you to show my thanks. I want to...to worship."

Lindon needed a moment to process that, but Claw did not. She put her hand resolutely on her Master's shoulder. "Go on, Master. She's a slave, there's nothing wrong with it, all a slave has to show her thankfulness with is eagerness in her body, it'd be cruel to both of you to say no."

What stirred in his instincts, in his primal blood, was the desire to have her, to take her. A part of himself that saw her as his prize of victory was reawakening, and with that minimal prompting, he said only, "Alright."

Cassidy nearly rose as he took the slave over his shoulder and headed to the unused spare bedroom, but Dust touched her lower back. "Let her have her moment. I know you want to do the same. But you will get your chance, slave."

Cassidy pouted and looked toward her sister, Stacey's eyes followed Lindon out of sight.

She didn't need to ask what her sister was thinking. She heard her say it under her breath.

"I'm not good enough."

"Did he rape you?" Stacey asked when she was alone with Cassidy. It was a rare thing for them to be completely alone, but with Gordon under surveillance and nobody else a threat, the others were all gone on various tasks for Lindon, leaving them time until the game to speak alone.

Cassidy quickly denied it. "No. I went there wanting what happened. I guess you could say-" she chewed on her tongue a moment and said, "well you could say he did, in the sense that a man like that can do what he wants. If consent requires equality to give it, my consent wasn't valid and he raped me. But then, no sex with men isn't rape, since they're bigger, stronger, and can usually just take what they want. But if you just mean, 'did I want it?' oh fuck yes, every thrust." Cassidy declared, "I'm not going to deny my place in this world any longer. If this is how it is, I'm going to thrive in it the only way I can. I'll indenture myself to him tonight, and then he'll own me officially, and you should do the same. At least then we can be together."

Stacey trembled where she sat, "I-I can't. I just can't."

"Why not?" Cassidy asked and put her hand on her sister's knee. "Come on, we've always told each other everything."

"Because...because I'm fucked up, OK? I got pregnant. I had it terminated. I got two different men to rape me, one of them for weeks, and he had to have a slave take me to a goddamn clinic and pay for it. Nothing but trash would ever want me now. I'm not even good enough to be a slave...I know how I'll live, and it won't be with much, but at least I won't need to pretend I'm even good enough for a man to want to keep around longer than it takes to blow his load. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't ask him. I wouldn't dare. I'm still a free woman...till whatever debts I have end up getting me sold into a fucking brothel or something. So I'll live that way. I-I am glad you're happy though. You'll be safe, but I never will be. Mom was right."

Stacey's words were knives of sorrow in Cassidy's heart.

She would have protested, but she knew from the look in her sister's eyes that it wouldn't do any good. So she shifted the subject. "Do you know what's supposed to happen at the game?"

"I have no idea. I only know that m- that Lindon has said to follow his lead and do what he tells me immediately and without question, that it's all to keep me safe and complete this part of the job." Stacey felt that familiar tingle between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, promising herself she'd 'take care of that' later.

"It feels good, doesn't it? You trust him, don't you?" Cassidy pressed, and Stacey nodded with a slow but reluctant motion.

"I think everything is going to end up the way he says. Or at least he's not going to start raping me and making me beg for food. I'm not comfortable still, but I just- just- when he's there, it feels like nothing can hurt me. Before, I felt more in danger than ever, like a mouse beneath a cat's paw. But seeing how the others act with him, seeing how you are? I can't pretend he's something awful anymore. God, I'm such a piece of shit." Stacey hung her head in shame. "He feeds me, houses me, protects me, provides services for free that I'd have to be rich to afford, knowing I can never ever pay him back, just because I'll be homeless or murdered, and...just everything else. And all I can do is think the worst of him until I have no other choice but to see the truth. Another reason why I can't just...say things like what you did. How would that go?"

Stacey made a mock pleading gesture, looking up and clasping her hands together as if in prayer, "Master, I know I assumed you were the absolute worst sort of filth when you saved me from the gutter I was wallowing in in terror, but now that I know better, please take care of me forever!' She dropped her hands and all but spat on the floor. "I wouldn't forgive that. I can't ask him to. Once he's done, there's no reason for him not to be done with me."

The conversation was cut short when Lindon opened the door and said, "It's time."

Stacey got up just as her sister went down to her knees an touched her head reverentially to the floor with her palms down.

Seeing Cassidy that way sent another tingle between Stacey's legs, a wetness there she had to exercise all her might to bury in order to say with a straight face, "I'm ready."

They were on the road when Claw rang his phone. "Master, he's staking out Patrick's house, you were right, and now that Patrick is pulling out, he's following."

"Good. Wait until he's only a few minutes from Nathan's house, then call in an anonymous tip. Stay back, but stay on him." Lindon ordered and then cut the call.

Stacey felt the chills run up and down her spine, her entire body was on edge, and she felt ever smaller next to the towering Lindon Frank.

She practically hid behind him when they parked near Nathan's home and walked in.

Nathan went straight for her, his embrace was like being hugged by hot pokers as far as she was concerned, and worse, he groped her breast with very little subtlety before stepping away.

"I have a great campaign ready." Nathan promised, "And now that we're lovers," he said with a wide smile at Stacey, "I assume it won't be a problem if my NPC hooks up with your chracter?"

Lindon pretended to look shocked, and watched Nathan's grin widen even further. "Don't worry, we won't do anything 'too' dirty in public. But if what you do see is too much, maybe I can be persuaded to share a means of relief with you?" Nathan giggled and shouted, "New Stacey! Come in here!"

New Stacey 'tried' to wear a happy expression, but she was again wearing the covering over her crotch that was stained with her lost virginity. 'I'm supposed to seduce her.' She told herself when she saw the woman who could have almost been a sister.

'At least she's beautiful.' New Stacey told herself as she looked over the supple curves and large, soft breasts that seemed to rise and fall with every steady breath. It wasn't hard to tell she was repulsed by Nathan, a point in her favor as they shared that common ground. 'I really doubt they're lovers, but given that he wouldn't have said it if it could be denied, he probably raped her too...well I can try at least, she'll rebuff me to avoid him, and then I'll be in for a painful night when he punishes my ass.' New Stacey kept those thoughts as deeply private as she could as she went down to her knees to them all.

The one called 'Patrick' looked somewhere between confused, aghast, and uncomfortable, but he kept his composure at least as the group settled down.

New Stacey proceeded to serve them, fetching drinks, snacks, and when not kneeling to Nathan, she went to gently whisper pickup lines to Stacey and place a seductive touch on her where she could do so without being rude.

They were an hour into the campaign with the fourth NPC raping Stacey's character, right before they killed any character that Lindon made, when Lindon's phone buzzed.

He checked the text. 'From Wheels...he's pulling up.' Lindon read and quickly texted Stacey. 'Get her alone in Nathan's bedroom. Whatever it takes.'

"Um, Nathan...l-lover. Could I have a few minutes alone with New Stacey? Maybe in your bathroom?" Stacey all but choked on the words, and New Stacey wore a stunned bunny expression, but Nathan quickly agreed.

"I need just a minute with the rest of the party, we'd like to plan our next move before our actions." Lindon asked, and Nathan nodded as if he were a magnanimous lord.

"Go ahead, but be quick." He urged, and when he stood, Patrick followed.

As soon as Nathan's bedroom door clicked shut behind them, Lindon spun around, locked it, and hastened to the window. "Stacey...New Stacey. Make some noise, whatever he won't rush you through, I'll need a minute." Lindon urged and yanking out a pocketknife, he began to loosen the bolts that held the window shut from the inside. 'Weird woman, locking him in like this. Fucking pain in the ass.' Lindon thought, and at a loss for what to do...

Stacey reached out, drew her near doppelganger in close, and loudly kissed the confused slave. The noise of their moans was a promise of pleasure to come that Nathan would not interrupt, and nor could she blame him, not for this thing at least. Her lips were soft as silk, her body soft and malleable to the touch, her scent was that of a rose and her every inch so very responsive.... Stacey was not inexperienced at this, she had played her games with other girls before. And it showed in the way the slave girl melted into the touch until Lindon pried off the security and flung the window up to an open position.

"Patrick, out." He ordered, and the confused man almost spoke, except for Stacey stopping him, "Just do it. I'll explain later."

"Stacey, new Stacey, go too." He urged and pointed to the way out, "Get to my car as soon as you hear the front door break down."

The pounding was hard enough that it felt as if the whole house shook.

He followed, his hand touching New Stacey on the lower back as she slowed.

Nathan's shouting was incoherent, the same went for the one doing the pounding.

But the door breaking down was obvious.

Focused on his goal, Gordon never saw the others rush past, following Stacey to the car.

Neither Narthan nor Gordon saw that Lindon stopped just by the front door, or saw the others leave.

And so while the others id hear Nathan scream, "Get over here! Help me! Stacey! Stacey Stacey!" He screamed as Gordon's knife came down and opened up the bloated gut. "Defend master!" He shouted the phrase that would have only gotten the small, nearly naked slave kiled, never seeing the disgust on her face when she heard that much.

Lindon stepped inside at last, Gordon, true to his predicted nature, was taking his time. His stabs were in places that would take a long time to kill someone. Pushed beyond the limits of his temper, revenge was all he wanted. When he stood, Nathan was clutching his intestines and gurgling pleas of some sort, and Gordon leveled one more firm kick to the face, shattering teeth so hard that they went down Nathan's throat, threatening to choke him if he failed to swallow through the blood. As it was, he was rapidly losing consciousness.

"Hi there." Lindon said from behind, and Gordon spun on his heel to see the source of the voice. He had only enough time to see the blur of motion when a hand hit him in the throat.

Before he could even process that pain or take a breath to shout or threaten Lindon, he felt all air leave his lungs when he was struck in the solar plexus. As he gasped, another blow to the kidney caused his body to jackknife, and his blade fell from nerveless fingers.

He only felt the raw, blinding pain of being hit in the balls for a moment though, as the final blow connected to the button of his jaw, and there was only blackness.

Lindon took out his phone, raised his foot, and stomped hard on the groins of what was now two unconscious men. He then snapped a few photos, walked back out of the house, and waited for the police to arrive. Wheels knew her part well enough, she'd already taken his car and gone.

The wait was not a long one. He stood at a safe distance, just like any spectator, and watched as the police and emergency services raced into the house. The neighbors had done their 'civic duty' and reported the danger, and now it was all just a show.

'I wonder if the doctors will manage to salvage their balls?' Lindon pondered the question without conclusion, watching as Nathan and Gordon were wheeled out on stretchers.

Satisfied that his work was done, he went to the vehicle that Wheels left behind for him when she took his car, and began the pleasant drive back to his apartment. The last thing he saw was officers opening up the hubcaps of Gordon's car and finding the bags of meth Charles's 'anonymous tip' suggested might be there.

It was hard to say if Gordon would realize they must have been put there at the chop shop and turn on them, but if the place that stole Stacey's car went down, that was just a bonus, they were irrelevant in the scheme of things.

While he'd skirted the law and 'broken' a few, the result in his mind, was worth it. 'Now it's just a slow strut to the victory circle.' Lindon mused, and wore a smug grin of self-satisfaction, all the way back to the safe house.

New Stacey nibbled gingerly at the food her owner held out to her. He fed her by hand, a lecherous smile on his face. She made sure not to stop smiling back between bites. If she did, she wouldn't get anymore. The last three days had been hungry ones as a consequence. "I have to keep you disciplined, so don't force me to be mean." He'd said each time her expression had changed from anything shy of elation.

'I'm so hungry...' She thought as she took the largest bite of the cheap burrito that she could manage. It wasn't to her liking, but bad food was better than none. Her nudity, other than her collar, was at least something she'd gotten used to. Though she had to endure his grabby 'games' where he would randomly pinch and tease a part of her body while she worked, and each time she would have to stop, bow, and say 'Thank you for the compliment, Master'.

It hurt, and it made her jumpy when he was around...but he was better than his mother.

The woman never lacked for a cruel word, "We spent way too much on you, whore." That was her favorite line. And shame was heaped on top of shame.

Now however, there was a fresh hell brought down upon the unfortunate slave. When she finished the last bite, she watched as her owner opened social media sites filled with porn friendly threats. 'How should I brainwash my slave to love me?'

'Will a cunt be loyal if you buy her?'

"Should I make her afraid of me?'

'Would she get better at sex if we watched porn together?'

'What should I do to punish her?'

'What would feel good to do to her?'

'Can I legally sell pictures of an indenture slave?'

'Am I entitled to any money my slave earns, no matter what the job?'

'If I turn my slave into a prostitute, will I be charged with a crime?'

The list went on, and his consumption of depraved porn, violence, and cruelty, both increased and prompted him to put her on her back more often.

She watched his posting habits surreptitiously, and her worries grew even though 'outwardly' on a superficial level, he behaved with what at least he thought of as kindness. Allowing her to use the toilet, allowing her to shower, feeding her real food by hand, and letting her 'mostly' remain in his now much cleaner bedroom when his mother was in the common living spaces of the house.

Then one day he looked at her and said, "Go down to all fours, lower your face to the floor, you know the obescient position, cunt."

New Stacey heard the difference of tone, and she could see his cock was hard. She braced herself for a rape, but instead he said something unexpected. "Alright, our livestream is now 'live'. As you can see, the cunt is naked except for that collar. And she's face down on the floor. Right where cunts belong. A lot of you have been on the wrong end of girls like this before, so have I. They pick the jocks, the bad boys, but never the nice guys, never the men who would really take care of them. This one was no different, she had a jock boyfriend, a pathetic simp who actually got on his knees and begged me to sell her, he even offered himself to me at one point. Lo-ser." Nathan chuckled, and New Stacey couldn't help but tremble where she remained prostrate and submissive.

"Now that I own this one, I know a lot of you wanted to see her, and wanted to hear her say a few things." Nathan spun his chair around and said, "Start apologizing, cunt."

"M-Master?" She asked, her fear tinged with confusion, she yelped when she felt his shoe on the back of her neck.

"For all the shit cunts put good guys through. For not picking nice guys, for cheating, for lying, for being fake, for all the horrible shit girls do to guys who like you, but just aren't tall enough or good looking enough." Nathan clarified.

New Stacey whimpered, but with the slight increase in pressure on her neck, she dared not disobey.

"I'm sorry we're such bitches! I wish we were smart enough to choose nice guys! I'm sorry we lead you on and tease you! Please, masters... forgive me, I'm just a d-dumb cunt who thinks with her gash and not with her mostly empty head. I know better now. I do!"

She guessed, mostly, but she could hear the audio chat oohing and ahhhing and enjoying every second of it, the longer it went on, the more it degraded her, and they began asking for her to do things. Nathan at least seemed to want to keep her in that position, but they could clearly see her rubbing herself, hear her gasping, her moans, and watch her tremble when she brought herself to orgasm. She didn't have to look at the screen to know that the men on there were men like her owner, and her repugnance only grew, plateauing only when he finally said, "And that's all for now. Everyone who was on today will be invited back, except for the one person who donated the least."

When it clicked off, she still didn't leave her position, not even when he moved his foot from her neck. "Good girl. You made a lot of money for me today, slut, and I was even nice enough to keep your face hidden. We'll do that again real soon." He promised, and she held still when he went behind her, and only rocked in motion with his cock until he finished inside her. She still held the posture when he returned to the computer to play a game. Pausing only to mutter in annoyance when he got a group text saying they were delaying the tabletop session again due to 'travel obligations'. Stacey still hadn't turned on her phone again, or responded to him on any messenger apps. 'She must be shy. I'll make love to her a bunch more, then she'll be more comfortable with me. Just as soon as I can get her alone.'

She 'could' have moved. But to do so would have exposed the wretched misery on her face, 'I hate my life. God... please, if you love your daughter, please let me be rescued. Please make it all stop. And if you won't, then please just kill me before I die of shame.'

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Gordon raged at the court summons. And he raged at the damage to his car. And he raged at his neighbors who he saw outside their homes, he even raged at the chopshop he brought his vehicle to, despite knowing them for quite some time.

His eyes bulged and his hands balled up into thick fists, though he managed to reserve his violence for the interior of the house he'd come to regard as his. Hole after hole was punched into the plaster walls, each space he hit, he pretended it was the cheating cunt, Stacey. 'When I get a hold of that bitch, she'll regret ever being BORN!' He vowed to himself as he waited for his day in court.

That promise of revenge brought him great solace, it was the only thing that kept him calm when he ascended the stone steps of the courthouse. His eyes scanning everywhere for her. 'She must be in there already.' He reasoned when she wasn't present, and approached room number nine just as his name was called.

He stopped when he stepped in and saw, not Stacey, but a familiar figure, the tall man who delivered the notice. "Where's Stacey? This isn't his house." Gordon snarled, and the judge pointed to a podium.

"I have things to do and no time to waste. Mr. Frank, I assume you have paperwork authorizing representation on behalf of Stacey?" The Judge asked, and Lindon reached for a document he had readily and hand and extended it toward the bailiff.

"Your honor, a power of attorney and a signed contract regarding our representation as well as outlining our interests in this matter. In addition, there is a restraining order against this man barring him from being within one hundred yards of her due to a complaint of violence. A claim I can attest to since he actually attacked me when I came to evict him."

"Bullshit!" Gordon barked, but the Judge only banged her gavel and looked at Lindon with a skeptical eye.

"You have proof?" She asked.

Lindon produced a tablet and held it out to the bailiff. "Several of the neighbors recorded it on video. In addition, there are other recordings of him threatening his neighbors, their children, their pets."

Gordon's eyes bulged all over again. "You motherfucker!" He bellowed, "I was just defending myself! They all have something against me, I'm just keeping control of my property!"

"It is not your property, sir. If it were, we wouldn't be having this hearing." The judge clapped back and said, "You've had two weeks since this notice, and another few days since the summons. Given that you already have had that much time I see no reason to grant you more. You will have one day, today to pack up, and you will be out by nine tomorrow morning. If you're still there, expect to be arrested and jailed by noon. Will that serve your client, Mr. Frank?" The Judge asked.

"Yes, your Honor, she already has a place to stay with a partner, and it will take her time to pack up again to go back home. We can live with one night more." Lindon promised.

Gordon remained silent, sullen, but noted the mistake Lindon had made.

He was still silent when he left the courthouse. He did not however, go straight back to the house. He instead went to a gas station, bought two cans, which he promptly filled. He also bought matches, and a candle, along with a number of dollar store rags.

Setting up the house to explode was the easy part.

Noticing that his laptop computer had it's webcam on and recording...that was the hard part.

"Fucking cunt. Fucking piece of shit cunt. Absolute fucking trashfire of a fucking human. You won't burn me, I'll burn you." He vowed, and with a little effort, he had the gas stove 'leaking'. And then the candle set to burning while surrounded by a small pile of rags. It bought him enough time to grab a bag of his things and take it outside to the car to wait.

"He's done it." Charles told Lindon over the phone. "Go ahead and make the call, bossman."

Lindon chuckled to himself while the emergency line connected, "Hello, yes, I just wanted to report that I think I witnessed an arson. The guy was tossing gas or something inside, I think I see smoke. Oh, and I don't know if this matters, but there were some funny chemical smells coming from his car that I noticed... please send the police and fire department as soon as you can." Lindon's 'helpful' tip included his name, the make, model, color, and license plate of the car, and by the time he was done, so too was the 'timer'. And the house exploded into a fireball of destruction.

He was already driving back to his apartment to pick up Stacey for the game, long before the police and fire department arrived and long before they set out an alert to look for him. By the time they actually arrived to put out the blaze, Charlie had completed his part, and all was in motion.

Stacey wasn't as deep in slumber as her sister believed. Seeing as she left in a mere bathrobe, there weren't many places she could have gone. Wheels claimed ignorance, believably, when awakened. But her suggestion made it impossible for Stacey to go back to sleep. 'If she left with Claw wearing nothing but a bathrobe, she went to my Master.'

Wheels remained up after that, sitting with Stacey and drinking coffee, the television on, but neither really watching.

"Why would she do that?" Stacey asked, her arms crossed in front of her, "Why?"

"She's a slave, it's natural for a slave to seek a master. Its how the slave sex has always survived. Superior men conquer, claim the women of the defeated, and then those women carry the next generation of the victors." Wheels replied as if she were discussing trivial affairs, but all it brought to Stacey was a wayward tear.

"You're talking about the rapes of generations like it's... it's just nothing. How can you do that? You're a woman too, don't you feel anything for your own sex?" Stacey almost begged for empathy, and Wheels reached out and tapped the smaller woman's knee with one hand.

"I do. I was a trained War Dog. I helped hunt down FRM enclaves. I even served in the Flower Wars against the Femdom Amalgam, and I captured six cunts in three years. I have seen the things ravenous men do. This is part of the animal nature of humanity. We bury it, we lie to ourselves, but this is how we got to the top of the food chain. Judging it won't change it. If your nation fell in war, men would claim your womb and colonize you with their children. I'm not telling you any of this is kind or fair, but it's like the snow outside, it comes down whether it causes you to suffer or not. Empire philosophy tells us to find our place in the world, and embrace it. That only doing that brings happiness and contentment. I am a War Dog at heart, so that makes me happy. I pity the cunts who wail on their backs as men claim them. Their pain is real, as was yours. But to me, they are like labor pains, birthing a new version of themselves."

"I hated it. Every time. Even when I came. Even when I was wet. What am I supposed to be after that? If my sister went to...to enslave herself, to indenture herself to Lindon, am I all alone now to figure that out? What does it even say about me that I can sit here while he enslaves her? That I can eat his food, drink his coffee, watch his television, while he's on top of her, taking her...driving his cock in and out of her, listening to her call him her master..." Stacey shifted uncomfortably as she imagined what had no doubt gone on for hours.

"You're a slave. It's just that simple." Wheels said with a gentle air.

Stacey blinked her eyes, "Maybe my sister is, but I'm not. There are other ways for me to get by. I'll prove it."

Before Wheels could ask what she meant, the door opened and Lindon entered, followed by Claw, and then by Cassidy. The sisters locked eyes only for a moment, and though Stacey stood up, Cassidy didn't approach her. For a moment it appeared that the tension would hold and Cassidy would leave, but before that could happen, Lindon set his laptop on the table and said, "Come see this."

That was unexpected, and because he'd caught them by surprise, they obeyed without complaint. While he logged in, Lindon began to explain. "I've had him under surveillance since you got here, and today he's getting served a court document. You see, when he refused the eviction, I had to go to court on your behalf. Today he'll see the notice that he needs to appear, but that's not all."

He turned the computer around to face the two women, who leaned closer to see the live feed. "I wonder what happened to his tires? What are the odds that all four would be slashed? And somehow, there's damage to the body too. Weird coincidence." Lindon said, and the two looked up from the screen in confusion.

"I couldn't find where he sold your vehicle. But I can make him show us. I'll bet money he takes his place to the same location. And I'll bet this eviction hearing pushes him over the edge. He's expecting to see you there, not me. When you don't show, he'll know his only chance to confront you is at your game night. He knows you won't miss it. He's been checking Patrick's Livebook feed daily for whose house it will be at. That will be the day we get him." Lindon's face became predatory, vicious, and vengeful.

Cassidy felt Stacey's hand go into hers, and they held on tight as Lindon spoke.

"Why do you want to know where the chop shop is?" Stacey asked with a little frown. "My car is gone and that's all there is to it."

"To get your money back. Well, most of it anyway. Do yourself a favor, don't ask, you won't like it, and if you don't know, you don't have to lie." Lindon said, and with a sweet smile he said, "I promise you, in the next few days, his entire life will be ruined, so will Nathan's, and you will have almost everything back. You're still finished in your profession, but you'll have plenty of time to find another."

"Thank you, master." Cassidy said with glee, "I can hardly wait to sign the indenture papers."

Stacey could only squirm, and mutter confused thanks as she tried to ignore the heat between her legs.

"Fuck." Cassidy said when she woke up the next morning.

"Again?" Lindon asked with a raised eyebrow.

She blushed a little, but sat up and shook her head. "Master, I just realized, I came here in only a bathrobe, I didn't even wear socks, let alone shoes. I have nothing to wear back to the apartment."

He was going to suggest that she remain in his house, but then he bit his tongue and thought better of it. 'No, she wouldn't want to leave her sister there alone.' He sat up in bed beside her, "Get some clothing from Dust, you're about her size."

"Master...wow, it feels strange to say that but..." She turned her head to look up at him, "I have a Master." She brought her knees up to her chest and asked, "Does it feel good, knowing you own me?"

"I don't, not yet. There's paperwork still." Lindon reminded her, and she nodded a little before wrapping her arms around her legs.

"That's true, Master. But that's just a formality. Last night, I became yours, that's how I feel. Paper is just civilization formalizing nature." Cassidy replied and Lindon reached out and put his hand on her back, he ran it up and down her skin, he could feel every bump of the spine beneath, and she felt a tingle between her legs in the way he touched her. His gentleness and his strength were both equally evident, and she couldn't help but feel pity for all those girls out there like her who never felt a touch like this.

"It feels right." He said matter-of-factly. "It feels good. Having power over someone is intoxicating, I won't deny it. But there's also this sense of 'responsibility' like I have a solemn duty because I've got this small little thing putting its life in my hands. You're vulnerable, and that is beautiful, arousing, and grave all at once."

"Grave, master, was not the word I was expecting." She tittered and leaned ehrself back against his hand.

"They must leave that out of the pornos." Lindon chortled, as did she, but when the laughter faded she replied.

"Master, when this is all over, when they are dealt with, what happens to me?" Her eyes were briefly clouded with worry, but he only patted her back and said...

"Nothing bad. I'll put you in my house, let Dust train you, and you'll work with her. My business is probably going to expand again as well, I'll need assistance with it, so I'll have Cheryll train you in that." He suggested offhand, but her curiosity only grew.

"Master, I know you're doing well, but can I ask, what are you expanding to?" She had a feeling she knew, and for reasons she was only starting to understand, it was teasing at her cunt.

"Slavery. Originally I wasn't going to have anything to do with that trade. But Dust and the others have shifted my thinking. Now it's an untapped market. Not selling, what I mean is, investigations. I'm sure Nathan is abusing the slave he bought. And there are still animal rights laws pertaining to slaves, you can't just 'beat them' for nothing. And some do come with contractual limitations on what can be done with them. I'll bet there's good money in tracking down slaves for their family members. That's nominally secret information that only auction houses and brokers have, but if your sister disappeared into the system and you had money, wouldn't you pay to know where she is?" He asked.

"Everything I owned." Cassidy confirmed.

"So I'll just bet," Lindon said, sounding much like an old version of Sherlock Holmes, "that there are going to be a lot of people who feel the same. There will be ex boyfriends, fathers, mothers, even friends, who want to know where a loved one is. And who will want proof to get them out, if the target is being abused in violation of the law. I doubt it will even be very hard to manage, once I have an in with the industry."

Cassidy couldn't help but smile and lean over, resting herself against her owner's chest. "Such is the man, who is my Master." She muttered and began to kiss his body until she found her way to his cock. It was still hard with the dawn, and she quickly straddled him. He relaxed as she settled her sex over it and sank down along its length, putting her hands on his shoulders, she put on a lewd display of bouncing on his shaft, her ample tits serving to entertain him as she performed her salacious act of submission until she received the reward she sought. The seed of her master, deposited deep within her belly.

Bathing him in the shower was another new experience for the novice slave. But she found herself adapting quickly to the demand. She soaped up the loofa and began to scrub with vigor, working it against his masculine body and she was struck again by the contrast between them. 'How did I ever believe that I was equal to this?' She wondered as she ran her slender hands over his muscular legs while down on her knees.

"Good work, Master, that's one down, one to go." Dust said when she entered the bathroom, fresh towels in her hands and a smile on her face.

Cassidy looked over, shocked, "I-I-"

"Don't worry about it." Dust reassured the new slave, "He owns us, he can do as he wishes. I am a little jealous though, there's nothing like the first time." She said teasingly, and Cassidy went back to washing his body, caressing him intimately throughout her cleansing work.

Dust remained there, waiting, watching, and dare Cassidy think it, leering at the pair. Lindon was less than surprised. He long ago accepted that women from the Empire had exactly zero modesty and thought nothing of sex or nudity where it could be seen by others. And though in the past he'd insisted on washing himself, she was always ready afterward to provide him with fresh, warm towels. 'Now that I see things differently though... why not? Why was I so reluctant to enjoy myself before? As long as I'm dutiful, why should I deny myself the pleasures I'm offered?'

He had no answer to his own question and mentally marked it on a list of things 'to do' to have both of them bathe him next time.

From there, as Dust insisted upon handing a towel to Cassidy and the two of them drying him first, an act that caused Dust to smirk and Cassidy to turn red in the face again and redouble her efforts to do as Dust did, they had to begin the day.

"Dust, have the indenture paperwork drawn up for Cassidy and schedule an appointment to sign it this evening." Lindon ordered, and Dust smiled with glee.

"As my Master wills it." She replied, and with that, as Dust reclaimed the towels, allowing Cassidy to drip dry, she ventured out of the bathroom.

"You look good wet, slave." Lindon said, eyeing the naked woman, who after her blush could only ask...

"Master, are puns a form of punishment?" He was laughing before she even winked.

Claw wasn't the very best driver...her 'offensive' personality seemed to transition to her road conduct. She had a lead foot and was quick to pass others on the road, she even texted while driving. When they reached the driveway of her master's house she said in a joking tone, "When I retire from being a War Dog, I doubt I'll end up as a driver."

Cassidy made a weak smile and relaxed the death grip she had on her seatbelt and let out the breath she held. But she didn't get out of the car. She stared up ahead, the light was on inside, she could see that through the window, but Lindon wasn't visible.

She fumbled for the buckle of her seatbelt, her breathing began to go faster, and when the bet clicked to let her free, she still hadn't reached for the handle.

Claw seemed to find her anxiety amusing more than anything. She drew Cassidy's attention away from the front door by placing a hand on the anxious woman's thigh.

"You're used to men coming to you, aren't you...slave girl?" She asked, and Cassidy's tiny nod was all she could manage.

She didn't even argue about what Claw called her.

Claw had not worn her seatbelt, so she leaned over, unencumbered, and slid her hand down along Cassidy's thigh, inching closer to her cunt. The robe Cassidy wore hid nothing that couldn't be exposed with a flick of a finger and Claw's hot breath kissed Cassidy's ear, sending electric sensations down her body.

"Tonight, you find out what it is to be the slave sex. Your body knows it," she said and flicked the smooth curve of her metal capped finger over the moist sex of the unclaimed woman. "You're wet, you're ready. He's big, and strong. When he takes you, your whole world will change, he can do what he likes, and you can only follow and obey. He is a good master, even more than he knows. You're not just going in to fuck, to submit, you're leaving behind all your fears, all your stress. Submit, and you'll be free."

Her fingers and words teased the once wary woman into deeper heat, she arched herself against those fingers, and she moaned in spite of herself. "You've always been afraid of men, but that was because they could fuck you without owning you...but this one, he'll own you, he'll enslave you.... offer him everything, and you'll never be afraid again. Submit, slave girl, submit..." Claw teased, and then reached over and pulled the door handle for her.

She then sat back in the driver's seat and gave the stunned Cassidy a firm push. Coupled with the heat of ehr body and clashing with the winter chill of the night, she did as her instincts bade her.

Cassidy ran barefoot to the door of her Master's house and raised her hand to pound on it. She didn't even knock once before Taste opened it for her.

The muscular chef only smirked when she saw the woman before her, "Down the hall, first door on the left." She said, and Cassidy scurried within, her bare feet slapped the floor as she hastened along her path.

Her feral needs drove her to his room, there was nothing but the primal instinct to guide her, the instinct to lie with him. There were impressions in her mind, memories. The way she tried to scream when Gordon held her down. The way she sobbed with shame as she came on his cock. There were others too, the way she cast her eyes about, seeking a defender when a man on the subway groped her, grabbed her, laughed at her shame. The boss who stalked her until she'd moved away and come back to her home town in the hopes that her family, her sister and her mother, would offer protection and security...which lead to Gordon having his fun with her.

The truth of her nature, that she was prey, was laid bare in her memories, and her instinctive fears of men were illuminated by the cruel truth's the Claw had given to her. That men could sense her slave nature, that she would always be afraid if she was not secure in the service of a man who 'could' and 'would' protect her. The relief she'd felt when Lindon gave her food, a safe place to stay, a warm bed....if he'd come to my bed, I would have opened my legs for him...been his whore...'

She didn't ponder that in 'words' but only in the impressions, the sensations of her body that told her to mate with him. She knocked gently on his door, and heard his voice.

"Come." He said, and Cassidy stepped inside the bedroom. Lindon was in bed reading, and saw her there in the pale blue light that was cast off of his lamp.

"Cassidy?" He asked rhetorically when he saw that she only wore the bathrobe he'd left in the apartment. He set aside his tablet and she came close.

The robe fell off and landed behind her at her feet. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, her breasts swayed beneath her as she crawled the length of his body until she hovered over him. Her hand darted out with the speed of a striking serpent and snatched his wrist, and she then brought it between her legs. Her eyes never left his, and she moved his hand herself at first, drawing it back and forth, then moaned and let go.

The message was in the oldest language, that of the body. Lindon's eyes were transfixed by the spectacle of the woman in heat who was offering herself to him.

His body answered for him. When she leaned her head down, he received her kiss and pressed himself into it, the sheets of his bed were thrown aside, and the feral woman rubbed her naked, wet little sex back and forth along his cock.

He pushed himself up, tasting her lips and tongue as they began their dance, his hands went around her, his arms clung to her, and she found herself rolled violently, easily onto her back. His vastly superior strength would have shocked her once upon a time, but the primal Cassidy was only enthralled and flung her legs open.

It was not an artful mating. No 'how to' or philosophy of sex could have explained it, and it was not 'making love' in an act of romance or attachment.

Lindon pinned her beneath him, her hips tilted up, and when he thrust himself forward, it was the savage act of an animal, he sheathed himself easily into the tight, wet passage she offered to him, her breasts bounced beneath his eyes from the force of his thrust, and she cried out before wrapping her arms around his body, her nails dug into the flesh of his back, and, thus joined together, they rocked back and forth, their mouths devouring what they could, their tongue's tasting flesh and lust, her tight sex clung to him. It didn't matter to her that he was overlarge for her tiny sex, the brief pain was quickly a source of pleasure all its own as she found herself snugly fitting against his body.

Orgasm ripped through her as she submitted to his claims, when he pinned her, she strained only so that she would know that she could not free herself. Her prison of his hands and arms and the weight of his body, they became her security, and her humping, thrusting, arching to meet his thrust, were confessions that she savored her captivity beneath him.

Cassidy's final climax, one of many in their violent sexual laiason, came on her when she felt his cock throb in a frantic series of final thrusts that ended with his seed finding its way deep within her welcoming belly.

The first indicator that she'd made the right choice, if indeed it had been a choice at all, lay in that he moved to lie beside her. When Gordon had finished raping her, he'd lain on her body, his weight pressing her there so she could only stare up at the ceiling and cry her eyes out until he felt like letting her go.

Lindon however, moved fluidly to her side to look at her.

Words found her first, and she rolled onto her side to look at him. "I'm a slave." She said out loud. "I'm your slave." She added. Her eyes became demure in that they briefly went down the length of their bodies, "I mean, if you'll have me. I'll legally indenture myself to you." She swallowed hard and put her hand on his chest, "Is that too much for a damaged girl with a ruined life to ask of you?"

Lindon would have been appalled not that long ago. But since his taking of Dust and the way her words wound their way into his soul, he had come to think differently.

"What brought this on?" He asked while she began to trace her hand over his chest.

"My sister and I have spent a lot of time with Wheels and Claw. There's not much else to do but talk. Claw is a rough girl but...I can't argue. She's right. I've grown up learning to be afraid of men because they can hurt me so easily. When Gordon...when Gordon raped me, I thought, 'this is what you get. It happens to every girl, and now it happened to me.' I didn't understand my own thoughts then. But now I do. I was trying to be like a man. I tried to work in their world, to be their equal, and I was constantly reminded, I'm not." She inched closer to him, rustling the sheets as she lay one arm over his body.

"I'm soft, I'm small, I'm smooth and beautiful. If I'd been a girl on the open plains a hundred thousand years ago, a cave man would have grabbed me and forced me to be his mate and mother his children. I still have those same instaincts that my ancestors did. I fawn, I submit, and I'm just unfortunate enough to live in a country that lies to me and tells me I'm the same as the men who can so easily conquer me. My freedom was always a lie. I know that now. But there is one thing that works in my favor in this new world."

She smiled winsomely when he raised a questioning eyebrow, and her hand went down to caress his cock.

"Which is..." He gasped out the words as pleasure overtook them.

"I'm lucky enough that, if I embrace the truth, and find a true worthwhile man, I can offer myself to him. I don't have to be found. I can find. And you're that man. I can trust you with my life. I respect you for your skill, your dilligence, your strength scares me, but it arouses me too..." She took his hand and put it to her belly.

"Your seed is in me, and it's like feeling the gods call out to me that you belong there, if I bear children, they will be beautiful, they will be strong, they will be wise. I'm...I'm not saying you have to. But it felt right when you filled me. I feel more at peace knowing you are over me, even fucking me, forcibly, showing me you can do anything you want with me, than I've ever felt...they were right. Claw was right. I have a slave soul. I only want my master...you, to accept us as such."

"Us?" Lindon asked, and her smile became arched and frankly lewd.

"My sister is a stubborn girl, but she's like me. You could easily have us both if you wanted. I'd feel better, knowing that her master is the definition of a good man." Cassidy said and kissed his chest as she went back to stroking his cock.

"Isn't that a male fantasy, Master? To fuck two sisters, to enjoy us both and do as you like. I felt your instincts, just as Claw said. If I'd come here with her, would you have been reluctant?" She laughed and began to kiss her way down the length of his body.

"She's foolish in some ways, but she learns. She'll try to resist her nature more than I did. Keep an eye on her, Master, for her sake. She's your property too. She just doesn't know it yet." Cassidy breathed and engulfed his cock with her mouth.

He didn't tell her 'Yes I accept you' or 'Yes, you're my slave' or make any declarative statement of ownership.

But when, after suckling and teasing and urging him to release, she felt and tasted his sperm upon her tongue, she had no doubt of what her future.

'He is my Master. I am his slave. That is all I know on Earth. That is all I need to know.' She mangled the quote of Socrates, making it fit for a slave girl, as she had found her beautiful truth. And when they slept, she had the first good dreams, and the first sense of safety, that she'd had since she found herself adrift in a world unfit for her to exist as a free woman.