CHAPTER ONE
In just three weeks Jesalin would turn nineteen and then she would no longer be free.
Like all adult females in the Colony up to age thirty, she would become sexual property,
subject to ownership by a male of her own age group. After that, following her peak
fertility years, she would be allowed to pursue a chosen career.
Such was the law and it was irrevocable. The best a young woman could do to improve her
lot was to line up a master ahead of time, someone whom she found pleasing and could
imagine herself serving as a slave. If this male accepted her then he would go to her
Common House on the morning of her nineteenth nativity, make a formal statement of his
intent to the House Mother and Father,
He would then strip her and put his collar on her in front of witnesses.
If a girl did not have such a champion to claim her by Moon`s Peak that night she would
be thrown from her Common House into the street, naked. She would then be subject to
claiming by whichever male happened upon her first and was inclined to own her flesh.
Those still unclaimed by the following dawn were put out of the gates into the Outlands.
Such an exile was a fate worse than death, and therefore young ladies in the Colony paid
very close attention to what aroused and pleased their male counterparts. To this end,
they kept themselves in fine physical condition, particularly at the times of year
dedicated for the Fertility Festivals. From the age of sixteen onward, the young ladies
were to be presented nude, to the titillation and often the giggling of the boys. Though
no sexual contact was allowed as of yet, the boys–who remained clothed–were encouraged to
practice their future position as masters, chasing after the girls with wooden switches.
A "captured" girl was made to grovel before her "master" till a
senior keeper of the Festival came by to register the young man`s accomplishment. It was
a frustrating thing for the boy and girl not to follow the act of domination and
submission to its logical, sexual conclusion, but the Colony had very careful rules.
Breeding must occur at peak time, minimizing the danger of birth defect or stillborns.
Theoretically, the boys and girls were to be treated and educated in the same way through
their eighteenth year courses, but it was difficult to keep the males from exploiting the
inevitable. The most attractive and shapely of the girls were most at risk. Groping of
their bodies in the hallways of the Colony Academy along with various other blatant acts
of harassment were often reported but seldom acted upon.
From the age of sixteen, a girl in the Colony could expect a gradual loss of her freedom.
Boys might demand they give them kisses, complete their homework or even prostrate
themselves on all fours in their presence. For her part, Jesalin had made a policy of
refusing all exploitation.
The time a boy tried to make her kiss his feet she knocked him to the ground and clamped
her foot down on his neck till the teachers arrived. The word quickly spread that the
feisty redheaded girl was not worth the trouble. Many of the teachers speculated she
would prove to be frigid, or at the very least an anti-social bitch. To Jesalin`s way of
thinking, she was protecting her rights, nothing more.
Jesalin`s best friend was a girl named Teara whose outlook on life was very different.
The blonde, busty Teara genuinely loved men and boys and pleasing them was in her blood.
In fact, you could be sure that when it came to all those things the boys wanted to do to
Jesalin but couldn`t, Teara would always be right there to submit.
Not surprisingly, Teara pledged herself well in advance, submitting to a boy name Raro.
Teara had three months to go till her Ripening Day when the slavery would be official, but
Raro was already acting like he owned her. No longer was Teara permitted to dress as she
wished or come and go as she pleased.
Though she wouldn`t admit it, Jesalin had a sneaking suspicion Raro was already taking a
hand to her behind and making her suck his cock, too.
That wasn`t technically allowed, but once her birthday came, it wouldn`t matter, anyway.
Raro would have complete power over her person. He would be able to use her sexually in
any way he liked, dress or undress her to his specifications, imprison her in his home,
even control her diet.
He could do anything at all, in fact, as long as he didn`t kill her or interfere with her
ability to make babies because that would be a direct threat to the Colony`s future
security.
Jesalin had frequently argued with her teachers that the Universal Enslavement Laws were
cruel and unjust, but she`d been reminded that their function was to maximize breeding.
Young, healthy females like Jesalin and Teara were needed as brood mares, producing the
constant supply of humans need to keep the Colony going.
Survival in these harsh days following the Global Meltdown made for harsh choices, had
said Instructor Gelar, her socio-civics teacher.
`But why can`t females be free to pick their own mates and breed with them?` she`d
asked.
`Too complicated,` he shook his head. `And too time consuming. Love slows matters down.
A brood slave can be kept almost continuously pregnant during her peak years of
fertility. Then, when she reaches thirty, she is free again to pursue other means of
service to the Colony.`
There was no arguing the needs of the Colony. Since the collapse of mechanized
civilization and the subsequent ravages of disease, poverty and climate shift, life was no
longer so easy for human beings. The Colonists managed to raise enough plants and animals
to survive the harsh desert environs, but they were always facing the shadow of
starvation. So, too, there were the Outlanders, the hordes of savages that threatened on
a daily basis to pour in from the surrounding wasteland and overcome this last bastion of
civilization.
Jesalin could not see this big picture. All she saw was her own life ticking away. What
good did it do to hear a civics lesson or be reassured that she would only have to do this
for the next twelve years? She was a young woman with her whole life ahead of her. She
wanted to be free, and equal. Free today to be a farmer, a soldier, a scientist or a
teacher, just like the boys and post-bond women.
She hated the boys her age. They were arrogant and stupid. She could best them all in
academics and sports as well. Why should she have to grovel naked and beg one of them to
accept her as a cringing pet simply because she had a uterus?
She had half a mind to seek out one of the older men, a member of the Colony Guard or
maybe even someone on the Council itself. Her body and face were above average and her
long, copper curls were a rarity. Yes, perhaps a member of the High Council might pull
rank and take her on. Then she`d be part of a harem. This had its own shames and
humiliations, but it stood to reason she`d be abused less frequently than if she were a
lone mate at the mercy of one of her horny classmates.
Jesalin wished she could have more opportunity to speak with some slaves in advance and
find out what their lives were like. Generally, once a woman received the collar and
mark, she was removed from the public eye. About six months ago she had had a rare chance
to talk to Vonella, a girl a year ahead of them. She`d been a bright, bold female, well
advanced over the boys in her studies. Everyone had wanted to own her. She had intended
to strike a good bargain for herself, forcing the men to compete for her hand in advance.
Her plan was to make a dowry for herself, a small fortune that would be hers when she
regained her freedom.
She held all the cards at that point and her suitors had happily jumped through every
hoop. She chose Brayl, a brown haired, muscular boy. Brayl was strong and handsome and
also clever. Possessing of a silver tongue, he spun tall tales for her of slavery under
his ownership. Poor Vonella`s mind had been filled with laughable illusions of what her
life would be like. Right up to the last day, she was bragging about how hers would be a
consensual, equal union with her receiving every consideration from her mate.
Brayl had deceived her so well that she never saw the trap he was laying for her. As it
turned out, Brayl had a secret plan of his own. As the first among his class, he wanted
to be sure of getting the best female. So, too, he wanted to make a public statement of
his dawning manhood, one that would be remembered when it was time to select future
members to the Council.
For Vonella`s official enslavement, a huge and unprecedented party had been planned. All
her friends and fellow classmates were invited to attend. It was an elaborate affair,
culminating in a ceremony of enslavement at her Common House. Enriching words were spoken
by her Common Parents and pledges made. This was followed by the collaring itself. With
nimble fingers–his new slave kneeling in her gown of white, a priceless creation of lace,
off the shoulder and hugging her slender body deliciously–Brayl placed the steel band
around her neck. As he closed the padlock, you could hear a pin drop in the room. It was
official now; there was no turning back.
Brayl bid her stand and she did so, expecting a kiss. Instead, he backhanded her,
sending her sprawling to the floor. She cried out but he showed no mercy, ordering her to
her feet again. When she was too slow in obeying, he yanked her up by her hair. Tears
streamed from her eyes as Brayl ripped off the dress, piece by piece till the new slave
was naked. Ordering her over one of the tables face down, he proceeded to use her in full
view of her family. If the girl expected support from her House Parents or House Mates,
she was to be sorely mistaken. No sooner did Brayl`s immense penis pierce her maidenhood,
then the chant went up.
`To fertility! To the new master, Brayl!`
As Brayl enjoyed his new property, sliding his cock in and out of her increasingly wet
hole, the guests continued their dining. As was the custom for first time masters, the
girl was shared immediately with his closest friends. This was important symbolically, as
it reminded all present that true paternity rested with the Colony, not the individual
master. Thus her body might carry the fetus of any one of the males. It made no
difference to Brayl. Babies were given over to the Colony Nursery to raise anyway.
In Vonella`s case, there had been difficulty in conceiving. Months passed without a
pregnancy. The girl began to fear for her safety. An unfertile slave was an albatross
indeed to the community. As a last ditch effort to save her from exile, she had been
staked out naked in the main square, available for any and all men to enter. It was
considered a part of civic duty to lend one`s penis to the occasion. Vonella was lying
alone on her back, her body shackled to the X shaped cross when Jesalin spoke to her. It
was a crime to speak to a slave, but Jesalin was far too curious to miss such an
opportunity.
`What is it like?` she`d wanted to know.
Vonella looked up at her, as if Jesalin were the most foolish girl on earth. `Look at
me,` she croaked. `There`s your answer.`
Jesalin looked down on the lovely young woman, her cunt lips swollen, the come of a dozen
men oozing out the crack between. Her belly was undulating still from the last fucking
and her nipples and breasts bore evidence of having been bitten. Her once lustrous dark
curls hung limply, matted with sweat and dirt. She wore a collar and her eyes were wild.
She seemed a creature of total misery, face streaked with mud, totally degraded and yet
Jesalin couldn`t help but notice the arousal commingled.
Was this a turn on for the girl?
Jesalin stayed for a while, watching to see how Vonella reacted as new men came to her.
Her next user was an agro-worker with large biceps and peach fuzz yellow hair on his head.
He wore coveralls, which he unzipped to his waist, baring a bronzed chest, well tanned
from his work in the Colony`s wheat fields. Pulling it off his arms and down to his hips,
he revealed a large cock, some ten inches in length.
There was no particular objection by the man to Jesalin observing as he maneuvered
himself over the slave`s face, making her take his semi-turgid between her lips. Sex in
the Colony was not a private thing, nor was it viewed primarily for pleasure, though it
was certainly acceptable to enjoy the procreative act.
What would not have been allowed would be for the man to ejaculate therein. Unless a
woman was either past prime fertility or else already certified pregnant by a Colony
Medic, she must accept all semen in her vagina only. In this case, though, the farmer was
simply getting himself ready. Jesalin stared in fascination as he pushed the big dick in
and out, the blood gradually engorging it in response to her dutiful sucking. At last,
when he was quite hard, the veins sticking out all lovely and purple, he removed himself
from the gasping orifice and moved to his final destination.
Settling himself across her pelvis, sitting fully on her bowed white cradle, he reached
for the convenient rag placed on a nearby stick. Dipping it in the water bucket beside
it, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The slave whimpered beneath him, the weight of
the man obviously causing discomfort. She must have been thirsty, too, in the heat.
`Water, Master?` She begged.
The bronzed, square jawed farmer smiled cruelly. Putting the cloth over her face, he
allowed barely a few drops to fall on her tongue. "You want more, you earn it,"
he said.
Vonella`s breathing grew quicker. "Yes, Master."
It was at this point, as the man was just getting ready to mount and do his business that
he turned to Jesalin. "What about you, little girl?" He mocked.
"Ripening any time, soon?"
She stepped back, withering under his lustful gaze. The Ripening of a girl into a
collared sex slave was something not spoken of with strangers, especially not ones who
were busy fucking. No longer feeling safe, she ran from the courtyard, all the way back
home.
She hadn`t looked back, either. Never again did she think of Vonella`s slavery, or the
possibilities for her own either. As far as Jesalin was concerned, it was a reality that
would never come to pass. Teara said she was being foolish. In Jesalin`s mind, though,
she was simply holding out hope for some miracle. Granted, with just twenty-one days to
go to her birthday, the odds were getting slim. Even for miracles.
"Marax was by yesterday afternoon," said the Mother of Jesalin`s Common House
at breakfast that morning, a thin and pretty young botanist named Meya who was barely out
of fertility bondage herself.
All eyes strayed surreptitiously to Jesalin. They were waiting for her response with
baited breath even as they continued eating their grain porridge. Marax was three years
older, a Colony Guardsman and touted by many to be a future member of the Council. Given
that they had barely been aware of each other`s existence during their time in school
together, there was only one thing his visit here could possibly mean.
He was sniffing out Jesalin`s availability as breeding stock.
`Marax is quite a catch they say,` hinted the House Father, a kindly, graying officer of
the Colony Record Keeping Office. Like the other Common House parents, they had been
selected based on moral character and civic enthusiasm. There were two for each of the
thirty-nine Common Houses in the Colony and none were allowed to marry, most especially
not to each other. Their function was to provide live-in guidance for the Colony`s young
people until their coming of age when they were old enough to live with one another as
master and slave.
Jesalin scraped her wooden spoon with deliberate vigor against the side of the wooden
bowl as the Parents said their piece. `They also say he keeps three slaves…three women in
a stable and treats them like horses. As far as I am concerned, Marax is no better than
an Outlander.`
The table grew very still.
`Jesalin, do not speak that way, even out of your emotions,` said the Common Father
sternly. `"To cast aspersions on the one…"` he quoted.
`"Is to threaten the whole,"` she completed impatiently. `I know the Colony
teachings as well as anyone. May I be dismissed, now? Teara is waiting to walk me to
school.`
The Common Father sighed. `Jesalin, we do not know what to do with you…we are trying.`
Around the table, spoons were set down. It was a round table, of heavy oak, salvaged
from before the time of the Meltdown when all mass production came to a halt. Jesalin
knew from their actions what was coming next. The whole house, all ten of them, ranging
in age from eleven to seventeen, plus the two Parents along with the House Custodian, were
about to gang up on her, chastising her for daring to question in any way the greatness of
a man like Marax.
Personally, the man made her sick. He made the mean eyed farmer who`d fucked Vonella
look like an innocent baby in comparison. Yes, a male was allowed to accumulate slaves,
based upon his feats of service to the community, but Marax was an exploiter of the
system, not to mention an abuser of women. A female slave was still human. In fact, the
women that today lived in his barns, eating slop and being ridden with saddles were
destined to become the medics and farmers, even the Council representatives of tomorrow.
How could he so disrespect them without disrespecting the whole Colony?
`I`m late,` she stood without permission. `See you all at dinner.`
She found Teara outside, leaning against the side of the House–more of an extended cabin
or a long hall from the days of Beowulf then a house in the more modern sense. Then
again, it had its post-modern edge, too, with its patchwork of salvaged steel, aluminum
and other scraps nailed up to re-enforce the wood.
"Hey, Jes," beamed her friend, the girl`s long yellow curls well teased and
pulled back into a loose hair band. "Sleep well?`
`Yes. How about you?"
Jesalin didn`t mention her dream, the recurring one in which a mysterious masked man,
dressed all in black leather comes to claim her at her Ripening.
`You have fooled the others,` he would say time and again. `But I know you for the slut
you are. The real reason you have resisted finding a master isn`t because you hate the
idea of being a slave, it`s because you are afraid that once you become one you will never
want to be free again.`
`Oh, I slept fine, thank you,` replied the blue-eyed Teara, who`d been Jesalin`s friend
since their days together in the Colony Nursery.
`The hell you did,` Jesalin grabbed her arm. `Let me see your eyes.`
They were blood shot, big, heavy pockets underneath. Jesalin guessed at once their
cause. `It`s Raro, isn`t it? He keeps you awake all hours of the night.`
Teara looked about as though the Colony Guards might be spying around the corner. `Hush,
Jes. Do you want him to be arrested?`
`If he is trying to impregnate you before Ripening, yes,` exclaimed Jesalin. `That would
be too great a crime to ignore.`
`He has not been in my womb,` Teara said, though the tone of her voice left open other
possibilities.
`He has polluted your mouth, hasn`t he?` Accused Jesalin.
Teara looked away, eyes downcast. Jesalin tried to think of those pretty lips, that
sweet, oval face contorted in a misguided effort to absorb and pleasure Raro`s swollen
cock. Did he make her take off all her clothes first? Did she have to kiss his feet and
lick his balls? Did he pump his semen to the back of her throat and make her swallow? Or
was it worse–could he be using her lovely, pear shaped behind, shoving himself deep like
an animal, plundering her tight canal, making her whimper and beg and scream?
It was wrong, wrong, no matter how soon her birthday was, and even after, a woman had
rights. What was the difference–eighteen, nineteen or fifty? No female should be kept in
chains, deprived of clothing, forced to humiliate herself on a regular basis for male
titillation, performing tricks like a dog, spreading her legs for constant impregnation,
begging for scraps of food, being thankful for a place to sleep on her master`s floor.
`Look at me,` Jesalin demanded.
Her friend had tears in her eyes. `You act as if this will never have to happen to you,
Jes, and yet you are going to Ripen before me. We are coming of age, we have to have
masters, face it.`
Masters…the very word sent chills down her spine. Masters wielded whips, masters held
leashes, masters must be obeyed. Jesalin fought the tension in her body, the twinge in
her nipples. What in this was sexy? How could it turn her on to think of a man looking
at her as pet and animal and possession, making her crawl and fuck and suck on command.
`No…I won`t," her voice strained. "I won`t face anything I don`t want to.`
Her friend laughed, a strange mix of emotions. `This is not one of our exams, not a test
at school or a game. You can`t find a way round the rules. And you can`t win. You are
less than a month from slavery, Jes. In three weeks you will leave school for good and a
man will own you. Does that mean nothing to you?`
`Sure,` Jesalin replied blithely, attempting to bury the wicked dread that lapped at her
sub consciousness like a tongue to her pussy. `No more homework.`
`I just don`t want to lose you,` Teara choked up, her pre-slavery experiences already
having made her weaker and more emotional. `Do you know Vonella was exiled yesterday?`
Jesalin`s breath caught in her throat.
`She was?` She tried to sound casual. Jes had actually been in the library all day,
researching a paper on The Golden Age, the days of skyscrapers and gasoline and gourmet
chocolate that had existed before the Meltdown, the ten year period of war, revolution,
terrorism and climate shifts that had left the world`s economy, not to mention it`s great
cities in a state of ruin.
`She was deemed intractable, and put out of the Colony gates,` said Teara somberly.
Jesalin hugged herself instinctively, shaking just a little. Intractable meant
infertile. As for being ejected past the high stone, metal and wire boundary of the
Colony into the Outlands, this was little more than a sentence of death. Or worse. She
tried to picture the beautiful Vonella, alone and nude, hurrying across the cracked and
unforgiving landscape in search of shelter.
If she were captured by Outlanders…
`We must go,` said Teara. `We are going to be late for school.`
The pair walked on in silence down the wood sidewalk, made of fresh cedar planks. Busy
citizens brushed past on their way to work. Shopkeepers rolled out awnings, making last
minute checks on their wares. Most were homemade these days, though there were some who
still ventured on occasion under heavy guard into the Outlands, seeking to recover useful
items out of the treasure trove of finished goods left behind in the old abandoned cities.
With the Colony having electricity these days, it was possible to refurbish more of those
old gizmos.
The shops were an odd assortment, in terms of products and construction. Sheet metal was
highly favored, pieces of old airline hangers, even airplane fuselages. And wood, too,
some of which was still available from pre Meltdown times, along with the very latest,
harvested from the small Colony tree farm.
Some of the old timers, who claimed to have seen millions of wonders in their day, had
said the Colony was rather like a very large Wild West town, with multiple streets,
whatever that was exactly. The Colony Librarian, a tall and lovely woman of sixty whom
Jesalin adored, laughed at this analogy.
`That isn`t based on reality, just on the old moving picture stories they saw on their
televisions,` explained the green eyed, gray haired curator, who`d herself served a term
of slavery but wouldn`t ever talk about it. `Though towards the end of the Waste Age
these were as real as anything.`
Jesalin wished the old woman would talk to her about her slavery, but like every other
woman over thirty, she was bound by an unwritten code of secrecy. Strangely enough, the
details of captivity were taboo, more intimate and potent than the sex act itself, which
was mechanical and community oriented anyway.
They were just turning the corner onto the Street of Tomorrow, where the Academy was,
when the three boys stopped them. Jesalin was more than a little disturbed to see that
one of them was Raro.
`Good morning ladies,` he beamed, having just come to attention from the light post he
was leaning against. `And how are we this fine day?`
`Oh, it`s fine all right,` said one of the others, Cereo, a tall, thin dark skinned
youth.
Jesalin frowned, noting his attention was focused not on the clear blue sky than on
Teara`s ass.
`May I?` Cereo asked.
`Be my guest,` said the squat, muscular Raro, the grin on his face pure male.
Cereo ran his hand over Teara`s buttocks through her tight yellow coveralls, the color
signifying she was a senior girl.
`Nice,` he approved. `Very nice.`
Raro, who wasn`t half as bright as Jesalin, puffed out his chest. `You come look me up,
Cereo, after collaring, I`ll see you get a nice big slice of her.`
Jesalin could not believe this; her friend was just standing there, having just been
groped and offered out like a piece of meat. `Teara, are you going to let them treat you
like this? This is against the law!`
Teara`s eyes were lowered to the ground. Raro stood beside her, possessively. `Jes,`
she whispered fiercely. `Don`t make trouble.`
The third boy, a known bully named Regio laughed. `She was born to make trouble, this
one. A little ironic to hear her quoting the law all of a sudden. Tell me, Red,` he
addressed Jesalin directly. `When`s your birthday again? I want to get you something
nice.`
Cereo and Raro laughed as the dark haired Regio cupped his hand meaningfully between his
legs indicating just what it was he would be bringing to Jesalin`s Ripening Day.
Jesalin moved to fighting stance, ready to attack him, but thought better of it. She
could defeat the boy with her superior martial arts skills, but what she needed to do
right now was get Teara away, quickly and quietly.
`Come on,` she nudged her friend. `Let`s just go on to school.`
Teara seemed torn, her old allegiance battling the new.
`Why don`t you let Teara decide for herself,` taunted Regio. `Maybe she`s tired of being
your little puppet on a string.`
Jesalin clenched her fists. `I hate you!` she exclaimed, the outburst quite out of
character.
Regio blew her a kiss, undaunted. `You`ll hate me a lot more a month from now,
sweetheart.`
The implications of the remark made her cringe.
`You`ll never own me,` Jesalin spat through trembling lips. `I`ll go to the Outlands
first.`
`Tell me, Jes,` he smiled cruelly. `Is your crotch red, too, or do you shave down there?
I like my pussy shaved, just so you know.`
`I`ll cut your dick off if you ever come near me,` she swore.
Regio laughed, a private joke if ever there was one. `Actually, it`s not me you need to
worry about at all. No, I have something more special in mind for you. After all, you`re
number one, right? Only the best for you.`
Jesalin steeled herself, refocusing. She did not have time to play word games with this
impudent fool. For now, it was Teara she was trying to save. `Tee,` she said to her
friend, hand on her shoulder, leaning down to the smaller woman like she was a child.
`You know you don`t have to tolerate this. We can walk away. If they try to stop us you
can holler for a Guardsman.`
Teara`s face was flush, the anguish showing. `Jes,` she shook her head. `I–I`m sorry…`
Raro snapped his fingers, calling Teara`s name. His tone was clipped and commanding,
much as one might use with a dog. Teara turned instantly, her eyes focused on him, her
body at attention. Jesalin felt a wave of sick heat though her stomach as she realized
the young man had already been training her.
`Would you like to stay with me or go to school today, Teara?`
`You have school, too, Raro,` blurted the angry Jesalin. `We all do.`
`No one asked your opinion,` Regio spoke for him. `And we`re not going to either.`
Cereo snickered, egging him on. `Nice one, Reg.`
Jesalin made a fresh assessment, reconsidering her non-violent approach. `You talk big,
Regio. Now let`s see if you can match that with your fighting.`
Regio snorted. `I don`t fight slaves. I slap them down.`
Jesalin moved to demolish him but Teara blocked her path.
`Jes, don`t. I want to stay. If you want to go, that`s fine.`
`Good girl,` said the despicable Raro. `Now I believe we were discussing the legality of
your ass being played with. Assuming I want it to happen, tell me how you feel about
it?`
`I want to please you,` Teara whispered, offering the simplest answer she knew to a quite
complex question.
`Then ask for Cereo to touch you again.`
`Please,` she looked up at the thin black man, her lips slack with surrender. `Touch
me?`
`"Touch my ass, Cereo, please,"` Raro coached.
Teara corrected herself.
`My pleasure.` The words rolled off Cereo`s tongue. He was, among other things, a poet
and musician. Jesalin could hardly believe such a gentle soul was willing to behave this
way toward a fellow classmate. Then again, all men were the same in the end.
Teara released a small sigh as Cereo`s hand returned to her flesh, this time more
possessively, kneading the full, resilient mounds.
`I`ve taken her back there, you know.`
Regio was the first to break the stunned silence. `You`ve fucked this bitch in the ass?
With your dick?`
`That is the definition for it,` pointed out Cereo.
`Yes, I have and why not?` Raro said. `She`ll be mine in two months. I can`t make her
pregnant yet. Why waste a perfectly good body in the mean time?`
`She any good?` Regio wanted to know.
`Yes,` he assured them. `She`s very tight. Squealed like a pig the whole time. I use
her mouth, too. Sucks like a vacuum. You should try her.`
`Oh, Teara,` whispered Jesalin, wanting to hold her. `I`m so sorry.`
`Oh, Teara…` Mimicked Regio.
Raro called Teara by name again, a name, which if he so desired, could be changed upon
collaring. Under the Universal Law, a slave`s name was merely for the master`s
convenience, which meant that so long as he fed and watered her and kept her fertile, Raro
could call her anything or nothing at all. Jesalin tried to imagine the happy, healthy
girl crawling on all fours, answering a summons of `here, bitch,` or `blondie, come.`
`Yes, Raro,` she replied, the word coming out very much like master.
`Beg Cereo to smack your ass, Teara.`
She did so, barely audible.
`Again. Louder.`
`Cereo,` she repeated much more clearly. `I beg you, please smack my ass.`
Jesalin looked about. The street was fairly crowded. How would they get away with
this?
Cereo`s first attempt was a bit lackluster, though the girl jolted nonetheless.
`That`s not how you do it,` complained Regio. `Step aside, poet, and I`ll show you how a
man does it.`
As if Regio knew what it was to be a man. As for his belittling poets, he was simply too
stupid to pen any lyrics himself.
`You watching, Red?` He winked, lining up his hand behind Teara`s bottom. Using the
other hand to brace her shoulder, he swung at her like he was rolling a ball.
The punished female whimpered slightly, but did not cry out.
`Ooh,` he looked at his palm. `Nice and red.`
Again, he struck Teara, this time harder. She was wincing, indicating real pain.
`That`s enough,` said Jesalin.
`Want me to stop?` He swung at her again, a crisp smacking sound filling the air.
Teara squirmed too much this time, inducing a warning from Raro to stay still.
`You want me to stop?` Regio asked Jesalin. `Then you have to do something for me.`
Jesalin knew already it would be something perverted. `I`m not playing games, Regio.`
`Yes you are. You`re playing my game.` Regio let loose three times in succession,
spanking Teara full force. The girl was crying by the second one. She wanted to go to
Raro but he wouldn`t let her.
`Please, no more,` Jesalin conceded. `Tell me what to do.`
Regio beheld her, enjoying his moment of satisfaction. `Show us your tits, Red, right
now. That`s what you have to do.`
Jesalin felt a hot flush from her cheeks down to her belly. She was confused. She ought
to be resisting or running for help. With every second she delayed it was only getting
worse. If only her own body wasn`t making it so hard to be strong. If only a part of her
was not so infernally curious as to what it might be like to give in. Completely.
`But…we`re out in the open,` she protested, her voice tainted with dark excitement.
`So? We`re seniors practicing at master and slave. You think anyone`s gonna interfere
with fertility preparation rites?`
The hotness moved to a new place, directly between her legs. Is that what was really
going on? Was Regio practicing to be her potential master? She would die before
submitting to someone like him. And yet the thought of it was making her wet, opening the
folds of her pussy in readiness for penetration.
It was rather like when she woke from one of her dreams, the ones with the man in
leather. Every inch of her would feel violated used, and yet she would be hungry and
thirsty for a man`s touch, for his cruel pinches and bites and slaps, even. And whips.
She wanted whips. In those cases, she could run to the Hygiene Cubicle, though, and
sponge herself clean with carefully reclaimed water, putting away all her feelings of
arousal and need for another day.
Here was different. Here was real and very much unavoidable. Unless she wanted to see
Teara hurt anymore.
`You`re wasting your time on her,` Raro said to Regio. `That bitch has ice in her veins.
I`ve had a devil of a time expunging her influence on Teara as it is.`
`No,` Regio defied. `She`ll do it…won`t you my little red haired demon seed?`
His eyes were on Jesalin but his hand was ready to strike once more at Teara`s still
twitching ass. Regio was right, she was going to obey, though she wasn`t totally sure
why. As if she were watching an image of herself in one of those old talking picture
shows, Jesalin began to unzip her coveralls.
`More,` said Regio as she tried to stop halfway down to her pubic bone, somewhere in the
vicinity of her navel.
Jesalin opened her garment the rest of the way. She had nothing on underneath, as was
the fashion in the Colony.
`Ah,` sighed Cereo, working out the lyrics for a new poem. `Such beauty, doth portend,
full fruits, the sweet suckling of babes.`
`Pull your uniform down over your shoulders,` Regio instructed.
The peeling down of the garment left Jesalin`s breasts entirely unencumbered, free to the
male`s gaze and their comments alike.
Regio, predictably, was less refined than Cereo. `So you really are a milk cow after
all…and here we all thought you were a bull. Or are you still hiding a set of testicles
under there somewhere?`
Raro laughed, and Cereo, too, the action further lowering her respect for him as a decent
human being.
`Females are good for one thing,` said Regio, who was forever looking for smaller, weaker
creatures to order about. `And it`s not arguing about law. I hope you enjoyed your time
at school, Jesalin, because soon you`ll be crawling around naked like all your Colony
sisters, pleasuring cocks and dropping babies. I bet those firm, round tits of yours will
milk real good, huh?`
The muchly violated Jesalin clenched her teeth in fury. Nothing was worse to her in the
whole of their insanely brutal way of life than the system of milking–the procedure by
which the slaves must make milk for the babies they have produced but will never be
allowed to hold, touch or even see.
Jesalin had witnessed the process once, having run away from her group at the Nursery.
The brood slave was chained in place on her knees, suction devices attached to each
swollen breast. Milk was dripping from her rosy red aureoles, spilling down a tube to a
holding tank. A man was whipping her, making her produce the substance faster. The girl
was moaning softly, her head back. At one point they made eye contact, the little girl
and the big one. Jesalin saw the emotions in her eyes, fear and despair and beyond this a
kind of hopeless arousal that had burned in her brain ever since.
For months Jesalin had nightmares, though she never told a living soul. The slave
represented her future, Jesalin determined, though something in the girl`s face told her
she could yet escape, so long as she never forgot the horror of that with which she was
fighting.
`I asked you a question, bitch.`
Jesalin flinched. Regio was raising the flat of his hand as if to strike her. What was
the matter with her? She could handle a threat like this with ease. She was confused,
though, and strangely weak. Her knees were rubbery, and seeming to get more so with the
man`s every word. Her breathing was quickened, too, and she was most definitely liquefied
in her sex.
Regio laughed and lowered his hand to one of the pink nubs. "See?" He
squeezed with his fingers. "You can be tamed like all the rest of them. It`s in
your blood. The only mistake we ever make is letting any of you go again, even at thirty.
Do you know most women can`t handle it? They secretly beg for marriage partners who will
treat like how they`re used to, like they need deep down. I have a couple of them who
come to me. Your House Mother is one.`
Jesalin shook her head. It wasn`t possible, not Meya the demur blonde botanist with the
short, pageboy haircut who was forever doting over her and the other kids? Yes, she was
only thirty-two, barely free again, but surely she had more self-respect?
`She comes to me once a week, to be whipped and abused. Watch on Thursday mornings, see
if she doesn`t have a little trouble sitting down. Know what I like best? Making her
lick my balls. She has an excellent tongue. I make sure to let them get sweaty and dirty
for her before she comes. Would you like to lick them, too? We could have a party next
time.`
Jesalin fought back the tears. His words hurt worse than the pinching. She was outraged
and ashamed. Why would someone like Meya go to him and abase herself? She was so much
better than him. How could she want or need such things?
Regio released her nipple, leaving it throbbing and distended. `You remember all this,`
he said, lifting her chin up to his face. `The next time you look at me…or her. There`s
a true order of things, male over female and people live it out, in secret if they have
to.`
`Come on,` said Cereo, breaking the tension. `Party`s over. We need to go to school.`
`Fuck that,` Raro pulled back Teara`s head, wadding her long blonde tresses in his fist.
`School`s right here, isn`t it, slave girl?`
Teara exhaled her agreement, her back painfully bowed.
`Sure it is,` he ran his other hand over her breast and down to the split between her
legs. `And Teara has a big exam coming up. She has to get ready for it.`
The blonde released a moan, her eyes sliding shut. He was manipulating her crotch, using
her own sex against her.
`So far, she`s showing great potential. She`s really taken to the material.`
`R–raro,` she breathed. `Oh, god…`
`Did you know,` said Raro to Jesalin, `that a slave may not touch or pleasure herself
under penalty of death? Her body belongs to the master, and to the Colony, not herself.`
`Very good, Raro. I see you`ve finally taken an interest in your studies,` Jesalin said
sardonically, moving to zip her coveralls back up.
`Leave it,` said Regio harshly, compelling her to remain exposed.
Red faced, caught off guard, Jesalin dropped her hands. Her eyes fell, too, embarrassed
for being spoken to like that and even more embarrassed for obeying. It was as if she
were being punished for what she`d said to Raro, being put back in her place.
Raro laughed. `Look at the little bitch obeying you like that, Regio. You`ll have her
eating out of your hand soon enough.`
`This one? Not my type,` he scorned. `I like mine fair-haired with nice round asses
like your slut. And sweet tempered–this one`s more trouble than she`s worth.`
Jesalin felt the white hot burn of rejection. It was insane to feel this way; she wanted
neither slavery nor this man and yet the idea that he would not want her, that he would
prefer a girl like Teara just made her hate him even more, and her blonde friend for good
measure.
`When I come up for Manhood four months from now,` Cereo said, stepping aside for a pair
of wood workers attempting to cross the street. `I am going to have myself two slaves.
One for each hand.`
Grinning, he held out both of them, much to Raro`s amusement. `Good man, Cereo. You
always did have style. Me, I`m already nineteen, so I`m going to take my slave here the
minute she ripens and fuck her for a month straight.`
Teara was pushing up against Raro`s hand. Somehow her zipper had come down, too,
allowing his fingers to invade her naked pussy. `Please,` she whimpered. `I beg to
come.`
`See, that`s the really great thing about all this,` Raro addressed the others, ignoring
the pleading girl. `Nowhere in the law does it say a slave has to have an orgasm.
Certainly a girl can be impregnated without one. I know Teara here will have to earn
hers, by working very, very hard.`
Teara was shuddering. It was clear this was pure torture for her.
Seeing no way out on her own anymore and having seen any number of people pass by with
utter indifference, Jesalin appealed to Cereo, the most reasonable of the three.
`Cereo, can`t you talk to them?` She begged. `Can`t you make them stop?`
Cereo cleared his throat. `Well, gentlemen,` he inquired, not without some amusement.
`Can I?`
`This bitch is mine,` Raro opened Teara`s unresisting mouth with his hand. `No one stops
me doing what I like to her. And right about now I want to take her somewhere and shove
my dick to the back of her throat and fuck her mouth till I come in it. And she`s gonna
drink it all down, every last drop and then she`s gonna kiss my feet and beg for more.`
Teara`s jaws were gaped wide. He was handling her like a horse, his fingers in her
mouth, like she wasn`t even human. Jesalin had to squeeze her legs together to fight the
spasms. Raro was owning her, treating her like the slave she would soon be. And for some
reason, the sight of it, the very idea of it was making Jesalin want to feel a man`s hands
on her, too. Harsh and commanding, like the man in her dreams.
Or like Regio, if he were to ever come to possess her.
She tried to push this thought away–shameful, hot and forceful as it was. Doing her
best, she sought to focus on the conversation.
`Well, that`s part of your answer,` said Regio, still pretending to take seriously
Jesalin`s question. `You can`t make Raro stop. As for me, I`m not about to take orders
from a poet, either–no offense–so I guess the only one you can boss around is her.`
`Very well,` Cereo nodded. `I shall. Woman,` he said to Jesalin. `I claim thee for the
day. Clothe thyself and we shall off to school to partake of fair learning`s fruits.`
Regio howled with laughter. Hastily, Jesalin pulled her coveralls back on. Cereo had
dealt cleverly with the bully to win her freedom, though she was really upset as herself
for letting it get this far. She should have disposed of Regio immediately and kept
walking with Teara. As it was, she`d half undressed herself in front of him and the
others, displaying herself like a slut.
`Thank you,` she said to Cereo as they walked down the street a few moments later side by
side. `That was very thoughtful of you.`
`Who said I was thinking of you?` he mused, his hand sliding in place to cup her ass.
Jesalin shuddered slightly, but she made no move to break away. She told herself it was
because she was in Cereo`s debt now and it would not be wise to anger him. He could make
trouble. For Teara and for her. But truthfully it was more than that. She was wanting
the contact, the thrill. Her heart thundered in her chest. It was sheer adrenaline. It
would not last, but for the moment, it ruled her, body and mind. A wicked desire, defying
all reason.
`I could suck you,` she heard herself say as he brought her to the door or her first
class. Jesalin was almost panting by now, the heat of his hand like a permanent brand on
her posterior, promising things she dared not dream of. Things like discipline, obedience
and control.
His fingertips brushed her cheek, straying down over a painfully engorged nipple. The
touch made her body sing and cry. It was all she could do to keep from lowering herself
to the floor and begging to be used.
`Your lips were born for greater things,` he murmured, declining the offer.
With that he gave her a kiss, deep and hot and soul stirring. It was her first and she
pressed her body in response, making it clear what exactly it was he was doing to her.
`Farewell,` he smiled, breaking the contact just in time.
Jesalin leaned against the row of lockers beside the door to keep from falling as he
walked away without another word. For the longest time, she did not move at all, but
simply stood there, facing the incredible, terrifying truth.
Proud and free Jesalin the stubborn, steadfast refuser of males had come this close to
begging one to make her a slave. It was a slip, she told herself, one that would not
happen again. Or so she hoped.
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