Introduction

 

The 2nd Great Depression of 2129 caused economic and social upheaval on a global scale. Millions of people starved, and hundreds of millions became homeless. The widespread chaos that resulted overwhelmed many governments making the problem exponentially worse. Even in the developed countries like the U.S. and those in Europe, many people slipped into crisis.

There were many theories about the cause of the depression, but very few people cared. Most accepted the "natural business cycle" explanation and looked forward to it ending, which it did. What the catastrophe left behind, however, dazed most observers and appalled other.

The recovery was largely in the cities where people began to work together, to pool their resources, and make decisions that fostered economic growth. Gradually, the cities built economic momentum, which prompted a great migration from rural areas.

This migration provided a huge supply of cheap labor, but it also created its own problems like enormous slums and huge depopulated tracks of rural land, called the outback. It also changed attitudes towards basic human rights, individual dignity, and even the value of life itself. People became jaded and insensitive.

Gradually, as the city's rich got richer from the labors of the poor, the poor began to make demands. They wanted jobs that provided a path out of poverty, and they wanted the reconstruction of the social safety net. What the rich offered instead was a program called, "The Road to Riches." It had several window-dressing crumbs, but its main thrust was the removal of the legal restrictions on indenture and voluntary servitude. The well-advertised claim was that anyone willing to give up their freedom and their free will for a few years would receive huge rewards.

It was simultaneously a stroke of marketing genius and a reversal of the fundamental rights on which Western society was based. Surprisingly, very few people cared about the lofty principles it undermined. Given the choice between survival and idealism, they chose survival. Many intellectuals even argued that "indenture" and "servitude" were good things as they would eventually result in wealth redistribution. Karl Marx was rolling in his grave.

America's VolServ (Voluntary Servitude) laws and its VolServ contracts became models for the rest of the world. Over time, lawmakers and lawyers added personal services and even sexual services. Given the desperate world situation, they argued, it was immoral for society to prevent an individual from selling his or her "sexual rights."

People generally accepted this self-serving logic and the rich pushed for ever more daring VolServ contracts. Slowly, the idea of "enthrallment" emerged which included contract provisions for sexual intercourse and even BDSM play. People called the individuals who entered into these contracts, "thralls." Those who objected, who referred to this as "slavery by another name" were shouted down. Even the poor were in favor of thralls.

Ethan Maddox, a strait-laced lawyer from liberal Massachusetts working for a prestigious law firm, became involved with female thralls while handling of the estate of the late Howard Forester. Mr. Forester, he discovered, had illegally imported a thrall named Kim James into Washington state. Ethan felt backed into a corner and, thinking he was acting in the best interests of his client, decided to transport Ms. James to Nevada where she would be legal.

On the way through the outback, Rocco DeCastro, a renegade biker running a protection racket in the southern Owyhee Desert, abducted Kim. As he said, "she was too beautiful for me to ignore." Ethan managed to get her back, but was wounded in the process, allowing Charlotte, Howard Forester's daughter, to take back control of the estate. Bob Cushing, Ethan's friend and a Las Vegas hotel and casino owner, interceded and wrested control back from Charlotte. To cover up Ethan's crimes, Bob switches Charlotte's identify with the thrall, Kim, and sells "Kim's" thrall contract to a rich Saudi Arabian.

It wasn't all about friendship though. The identity switch allows Bob to steal Charlotte's $90 million inheritance and invest it in AmerromA, a "thrall town" he is building near Las Vegas. To keep Kim (now known as Charlotte) quiet, he makes her the proprietor of a bondage boutique in his Vegas hotel. As for Ethan, Bob hires him as the CEO of the AmerromA project.

These moves allow him to keep an eye his co-conspirators, but surprisingly Ethan and Kim both prove to be excellent choices for their new roles. Ethan especially, his legal mind and penchant for details were exactly what AmerromA needed in its leader.

Bob's machinations would have all gone well if Rocco, the sociopathic biker, had not reappeared. He needed to regain his badass reputation with his crew and the only way to do that was to punish Ethan for his interference. The easiest way to do this, he decided, was to kidnaps Kim once again and force the idealistic Ethan to surrender himself in return for her freedom.

For the second time in a year, Bob is forced to intervene to save Ethan from Rocco. However, in the course of rescuing Ethan, it occurs to Bob that Rocco might prove useful in his plan to expand AmerromA internationally. He pitches Rocco the idea of joining his organization during their negotiations and surprisingly Rocco accepts.

With the success of AmerromA AmericA (Las Vegas), Bob launches efforts to open AmerromA Arabia and AmerromA Asia and assigns Rocco and Ethan their own regions. Kim (now known as Charlotte), decides she has had enough of being a frigid businesswoman and joins Ethan in Thailand as his secret thrall.

 

 

Chapter 1 - Kim

 

Kim sat on his feet as she ran her hands lovingly over his thighs, massaging the tension from his muscles. She could feel the tops of his toes in ass cheeks relax as she worked. She owed him everything. He had saved more than her life; he had saved her from a lifetime of pain and humiliation.

Ethan had voluntarily put himself in the hands of Rocco DeCastro and his sadistic biker gang for her and paid an enormous price. They had made him a sex slave, but not just an ordinary sex slave, the sex slave of a slave. This slave's instructions were to mount him on a wooden sawhorse every day and publicly sodomize him. The fiendish routine had only lasted a few days, but it had affected him, wounded him such that he was now psychologically impotent.

Kim brushed away a tear and leaned in over his leg, gently cupped his lifeless balls in her hands. His cock was bent over at an angle, also lifeless, limp. Ethan had been her Dom-lover during their frightening trip through the outback. She remembered how hard and straight and long his cock had been; how good it felt to take it into her mouth, to use her tongue and teeth to make it even harder, to taste his cum, and lick away all lingering drops.

"I've missed you," she said reverently.

She stretched her long slim body and ran her lips and tongue over his skin. There was no response. She sucked his soft penis into her mouth and ran her rough tongue along its bottom, still nothing.

"Please, Ethan, come back to me."

Her guilt and her despair were making it hard for her to breathe. She had done this terrible thing to him; she had caused the sexual death of the man she loved. The monster, Rocco DeCastro, the man Bob now embraced as his chief enforcer, had been the immediate instrument of Ethan's suffering, but she was the person responsible. She had made him her protector, her knight in shining armor. He was just acting the part when Rocco had mutilated him.

She stretched her body more and rubbed her tits on his stomach and chest then put her head in the crook of his arm and lay with him. The bikers had turned him into a virtual eunuch by letting their girls fuck him like he was a woman. The memory of their outrage was too powerful for him to overcome. The old Ethan was the most dominant man she had ever known; she wanted him back. She turned on her side and began to nibble on his earlobe.

"What can I do, Ethan?" she whispered. "What can I do to bring you back?"

He closed his arm, hugging her naked body to his, then kissed her on the forehead.

"Time, Kim; I just need a little time to ... rest."

Rest...! He had been resting for weeks. She knew this wasn't the real answer. He needed to be rousted, shocked out of his malaise. Every day, he was becoming more comfortable with his new easy-going, limp-dick persona; with his neutered disposition. It was up to her, she needed to do something, something dramatic to shake him out of this, this living death.

"I am coming with you to Thailand, Ethan, as your thrall," she said firmly.

He was silent for a minute, thinking.

"That doesn't make any sense," he answered. "As Charlotte, you are free; you have a business, money, position; why would you give that up. Why would you go back to being a thrall? Anyway, Bob won't allow it. Don't you understand, Thailand is a dangerous place for a thrall. Haven't you had your fill of dangerous places?"

She leaned over and kissed him, running her tongue inside his mouth as deeply as she could reach. She could feel his hands resting on her ass. That was something ... deep down he was remembering how it felt to hold her naked body against his.

"I want to be your thrall. I need it, at least for a while! I'm tired of watching everyone else live the life I want to live. I am submissive, Ethan. No name change is going to change that. You seem to have forgotten what it means to be submissive. I need someone to ... to, ah, to handle me. I need you."

She stood up and stood at the side of his bed. He turned his head and studied her incredible body naked in the half-light then reached over and grabbed the back of her leg at the knee.

"I am really sorry, Kim," he whined. "I just need more time to, well, you know, to get it together. I'll be okay soon."

"We are out of time, Ethan. You need to snap out of this, this funk you're in and you need to do it now. You need you; I need to have the man you were touching me, loving me, hurting me ... and I need to help make that happen. You are like this because of me."

He was shaking his head, but she ignored him.

She walked away and grabbed a stool then moved to the far wall of his bedroom where two D-rings had been installed. He had had them installed in the wall about seven feet up to make it easier to suspending thralls by their wrists. Sometimes, the old Ethan had enjoyed doing three girls at a time, and he needed a place "to park" the other two. This was the explanation she had gotten when she inquired; she wasn't sure it was true.

She turned back to his inert form on the bed and grimly strapped a pair of manacles on her wrists, locking each on with a tiny padlock and short length of chain. Without hesitation, she stepped up on the stool and used another padlock to attach the other end of the chain to the D-rings. Her arms were spread open.

She spoke fiercely to him across the room.

"Fuck you, Ethan, if you don't want the life you used to have then neither do I. I have hidden the keys to these locks in the room. If you want them, you will need to punish me ... to punish me for what I have done to you. It's only right; you suffered for me, now I need to suffer for you."

She kicked the stool away with her foot and hung suspended, arms outstretched as if on a cross. The pain was immediately evident in her face. She was crucifying herself. Ethan sat up on the edge of the bed; she had finally gotten his attention.

"What the fuck are you doing, Kim? Where's the fucking key."

The anger and annoyance in his voice was obvious. It was scary, but also encouraging. This was the first time she had heard his voice animated enough to make her afraid since he came back from the Owyhee with Bob.

"I ... I can't tell you until you punish me," she hissed, already short of breath. "I'm not going to live the rest of my life feeling guilty about your lost balls. I would rather die here."

It was getting hard for her to talk. Her chest muscles were crushing her lungs. Most victims of crucifixion died of slow strangulation.

"This is fucking stupid," Ethan said, rising.

He retrieved the stool and put it under her feet. She kicked it away.

"What are you doing, Kim? I don't need the fucking keys to get you down; I will just call someone to bring me a bolt cutter."

"No, you won't. I ... I told your staff to ... to take the evening off. By the time you get help, I will be dead."

He shook his head and tried the stool again and again she kicked it away. Enraged, he walked around the room, his balls swinging between his legs. He tried repositioning the stool again and again she kicked it away. The first signs of panic appeared in his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING...? YOU BITCH! Do you want to die?"

The anger in his voice had turned to rage.

"I ... I very much want to live ... with you," she hissed. "Only with you..."

He shook his head and turned away again. The stress was shaking him, making his body tremble. When he turned back, his cock was stiffer, not fully erect but stiffening."

"I want those fucking keys, right now, you understand?" he said ominously, his voice boiling over with suppressed anger.

She shook her head and turned away as if disgusted and disappointed with him. The dismissive gesture sent him into a full-blown rage, and he grabbed a mean flogger off the wall. In seconds, he was savaging her with the whip from her chest to her knees.

She began to cry out, castigating him with undisguised contempt between each blow. His cock was hard now, fully erect.

"I...," whap, "I need...," whap, "a man...," whap, "Ethan...," whap, "not a pussy eunuch..."

"You bitch," he hissed, "You are the reason I am like this!"

"Then let me suffer and die," whap, "I deserve it for what I have done."

Rage was now pouring out of every pore as he applied the flogger with the full strength of his arm and wrist. Kim was jerking, writhing in a private agony that really did expunge some of the guilt she was feeling. Suddenly, he shoved his knee up between her legs to force them open. Before she could react, he had plunged his cock into her vagina and was thrusting forward, lifting her off the chains. She screamed as the blood rushed back into her arms then tightened her cervix as hard as possible. Now that she had him inside, she wasn't going to let him go ... ever.

Neither of them could remember much of the next ten minutes. He had no memory of getting the hammer and using it to rip the rings from the wall. The first they remembered way laying naked and spent on the bed, lingering in the afterglow of savage and fulfilling.

"I guess you gave up the keys at some point...," she said, staring at the damaged wall.

"Uh huh..." He could not form words intelligible words yet.

"I am coming with you to Bangkok...!" she said defiantly. "I don't care what you or Bob say, I'm going ... as your thrall. I've had enough of Vegas and enough of Charlotte."

Ethan stayed quiet. She hadn't said it, but they both knew that she held the ultimate threat over their heads. She could come out: she could disclose to the world that she was Kim James not Charlotte Forester. He knew if pushed hard enough, she would do it. Kim was submissive, but she had more determination than any ten men. He would need to convince Bob that she needed a break, that she should accompany him to Thailand. What other option did they have if she insisted? ...An unfortunate accident? No, it would draw too much attention. Anyway, he loved her; he wasn't going to allow Bob to take drastic action.

He felt her move and looked down. She was bent at the waist with her face in his crotch, his limp cock inches from her mouth. Slowly, she used her spittle and the sheet to clean off the dry fluids then she gently licked it with her tongue. She could feel his blood pumping, feel the blood hardening his rod to its full ramming strength. She sucked it inside slowly, reverently, intent on drawing out his "second coming" for as long as possible.

Her Ethan was back and she was going to take full advantage of it. The thought reverberated in her mind as she lovingly suckled him.