14: Renewal
Neither of the slaves, of course, were told where they were going or who they
were being sold to. As a matter of fact, they weren't even being told they were
sold. All they knew is that they were being crated up for shipment somewhere,
and for all they knew, it could have been to anywhere, for any reason.
Instinctively, though, they both knew. Sheila had stopped tormenting them some
time ago, and had pretty much ignored them for several weeks.
For piggy, the crating process was a virtual copy of how she'd been shipped to
Sheila's estate; for skank, it was an entirely new, frightening experience.
There were a few significant changes; this time, strong duct tape (rather than
normal transport restraints) were used to bind them. Each slave had her arms
bound behind her back, several loops of tape around the wrists, forearms and
elbows, causing immense pain that would only be exacerbated by the long wait
until arrival at their destination. Pneumatic ball gags were used this time,
placed in their mouths and slowly inflated until their jaws reached the maximum
possible angle.
Here their treatments differed. One of Sheila's many female assistants forced
fat piggy fuck's legs apart and began tormenting the slave's clitoris, scraping
it with a sharp, manicured fingernail. Once piggy was showing clear signs of
arousal - sharply deepened breathing, and erect clitoris and wet vagina - an
electronic egg was shoved inside her cunt. Receiving input from the slave chip
implanted so long ago, it would alternate between a soft, humming vibration
designed to keep piggy close to orgasm, and a painful electric shock
administered each time it detected her reaching the brink. Once in place,
piggy's legs were taped together in several places. Sheila watched in amusement
while the young slave squirmed on the floor in pleasure, then silently screamed
behind her gag as the shock was administered.
Since skank no longer possessed a clitoris and a vibrator would accomplish
nothing, a different sort of torture was necessary. In her case, after a two
quart enema (which she was not permitted to expel), her asshole was filled with
a butt plug and then her legs were taped similarly to her daughters. The
jalapeno oils in the enema fluid ensured a most uncomfortable journey.
Once both females were prepared and bound, they were each placed in separate
galvanized steel shipping containers, which were then securely locked closed,
leaving them in complete darkness. Piggy and skank both noticed a sickly sweet
odor just before they both fell unconscious.
When piggy arrived at her destination, she was alone. Her mother had been
delivered to another purchaser already, though she was unaware of this fact,
still bound inside the steel shipping box, aware only of the soft humming of the
vibrator and the puddle forming on the floor of the box beneath her swollen,
torturously aroused cunt. She laid there for several hours, the box resting in
the hot sun on the front porch of her new Owner's home. Finally, as the sun
began to set - she could tell it was turning to evening, because the sides of
the crate were beginning to cool as the sun set - she heard muffled noises, then
a slight jarring as a furniture dolly was slipped under the crate. It was
wheeled inside the house, and the motion stopped. Piggy could hear the rattle
of keys as someone began unlocking the padlocks securing the box, and then the
lid was lifted. Piggy grimaced as the bright light blinded her momentarily, the
change from the absolute darkness of the box actually being somewhat painful.
She kept her eyes closed as a pair of hands reached under her shoulders, lifting
her out and onto a soft, carpeted floor. Unable to kneel bound as she was, she
toppled over to her side, panting as she breathed in the fresh air and carefully
began opening her eyes.
What she saw at first was puzzling, and a curious frown crossed her face.
Initially, it was just a blur, a blob that slowly began to take on facial
features, directly in front of her face. As things began to focus, she could
make out a mouth, with a wide grin on it. She shuddered involuntarily,
believing the grin to be a sadistic one and cringing at what tortures might be
in store for her. The person unfastened the gag, allowing her to exercise her
jaws while she tried to focus her eyes better. She blinked her eyes again, and
the vision became clearer and clearer, until she could finally identify the
person looking at her.
"Billy?" she gasped. "I mean...Master?"
Billy Peterson, two years younger and a year behind her in school - when she
attended school, in her previous life, that is. She always thought of him as
cute, but in an annoying way. Whenever they had classes together, he'd try to
sit as close to her as possible, and she often caught him staring at her -
particularly her legs, whenever she wore something short. She almost giggled at
that thought; she used to worry about Billy trying to get an eyeful of her
panties, and now she was laying at his feet, naked and helpless, with a vibrator
stuffed up her pussy making her hornier than she ever remembered!
Remembering...oh, my God, she thought...Billie is Kathy's brother!
Kathy's younger brother. Kathy, who had so abused her at the class prom!
"Correct on both counts....uh...'fat piggy fuck,' the papers say your name is.
I don't think a name like that will do, but we'll worry about that later."
"Master, this slave belongs to you?" she exclaimed, still in a state of shock.
"No, not really...uh...piggy. God I hate that name. Okay....fuck it, I'm just
going to call you 'Sheri.' I want you to know I didn't have anything to do with
what happened at the prom, or making you a slave. I know everyone involved in
that, though, and they're all going to pay for their conspiracy."
"Master, sheri doesn't understand, Master."
"That's okay, you don't have to. But the name Sheri...it's not going to work,
either. Sheri was a girl I was in love with, only I don't think she noticed.
Even when they brought her back to the school that night, I couldn't bring
myself to use her like that. She probably didn't even notice that I was there,
did she?"
"Master..uh...no, Master," sheri answered. "This slave was a bit...uh...busy,"
she replied, blushing. "It's a little difficult paying much attention to
anything other than the prick inside you when something like that is happening.
Uh, Master, could you please...uh..." She motioned towards her groin, her legs
starting to spasm uncontrollably again as she started to reach orgasm, another
electrical jolt causing her to stiffen and bite down on her lower lip, breaking
the skin.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, thinking she was talking about the
uncomfortable position she was bound in. He took out a penknife and quickly cut
the duct tape, allowing her to gingerly remove the sticky tape from her own
body.
"I can understand that you wouldn't have seen me at the prom," he laughed,
gently massaging his slave's wrists. "Would you believe someone was there
keeping a tally? 210 different people used your body that weekend, and between
fucking, sucking and pussy lapping, you were used almost 600 times? "
"No, Master, this slave did not know, Master," she replied, blushing even more
now, realizing her Owner had a complete record of who she'd fucked, in what
manner, and how they rated her abilities. He was still two years younger, so
his knowledge of all this embarrassed her greatly.
"What's this?" he suddenly asked, noticing the wire hanging down from the
vibrating egg inside sheri's vagina. She explained quickly, telling him that
all he had to do was flip the switch to high and she'd go off like a rocket.
"Really?" he said. "I've never seen a girl cum before." Sheri lowered her
submissively, hoping he would take advantage of her current state. Then she
knew she had to ask.
"Master, please forgive your slave for asking, but are you a virgin?
Please...if I have offended you, please punish me, but I'd like to know," she
cowered, almost not believing she'd blurted the question out.
"Um..." he hesitated. "Well, you probably know I've had a few girlfriends."
Sheri nodded, remembering. "But to answer your question, no, I've never had sex
with a girl."
"Oh. Master, may this slave beg to be your first?" she asked, welling in pride
at the notion that this boy, who she'd hardly noticed before, thought to much of
her to not only save her from whoever her original Owner was, but offer her his
virginity.
"Yes, but later, I think. Right now, it looks like you have a problem, and I'd
like to see you take care of it," he grinned.
"Master?"
.
"I've decided I'm not going to take the egg out, and you're not going to be
permitted to turn it up. I want you to sit there on the floor and use your
fingers to get yourself off," he said, giving his new slave her first true
commands.
"Master, yes, Master!" Sheri had never been more pleased to obey a command in
her life, hesitating only to ask what position he'd like her to be in.
"I think sitting with your legs spread apart," he told her. "I'd like to see
your face when you cum."
Sheri immediately spun her legs out from underneath her butt, positioning
herself with her ass flat on the ground and her legs spread as far as she could
get them, facing her Master so that he was right at the apex and able to look
directly into her wet, gaping cunt. Leaning back slightly, she put her left
hand on the floor behind her, using her arm as a prop to hold her torso fairly
upright, and began using the fingers of her right hand to attack her swollen
gash. For his part, Billy sat back, amazed at the view in front of him, never
imagining he'd have a slave of his own - let alone the girl of his dreams -
masturbating so wantonly in front of his eyes.
"Master, sheri is going to cummmm..." she said through clenched teeth. "Do you
want her to be quiet or loud?" she gasped.
"I don't really think you're going to have a choice," he replied with a sadistic
grin on his face. Sheri looked up wide-eyed as he reached over and flipped the
egg - still imbedded deeply inside her - to high. Now it was Billy's turn to
become wide-eyed, watching in amazement as the naked teen's ass bounced
frantically on the floor, fingers rapidly flicking her visibly swollen clitoris,
as she screamed out with the most tremendous orgasm of her young life. He let
her go on for nearly three minutes, watching her go through spasm after spasm,
before finally flipping the machine off. Still, sheri continued to work her
sopping slit over, rubbing the pad of her index finger over it in small, quick
circles, occasionally flicking it with a fingernail. Billy watched his slave
have two more, albeit smaller, orgasms.
"Master, please?" sheri gasped.
"What?" he answered.
"Master, may the slave please stop? It hurts!!" she whined.
"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't realize," he stammered. "Yes, of course, by all
means. I thought you were going on because you liked it so much."
"Oh, Master," she cooed, "I do like it, but when a slave is told to do
something, she continues until she's told to stop. You told me to get myself
off, so that's what I did, Master."
"Thanks for explaining. I'll be more careful next time," he replied.
"Oh, please don't, Master. I loved it!" she admitted.
"Okay, well, it looks like I have some reading to do," he said. "Some sort of
"owner's manual" and your training records, I guess. It's getting late, so why
don't you go see if you can whip up something for dinner?"
"Master, yes, Master," sheri said, almost disappointed that he wasn't going to
ravage her right then and there. "Master, what would you like your slave to
prepare?"
"Oh, I dunno," he replied offhandedly, thumbing through sheri's record.
"Whatever we have enough of for both of us." Sheri blinked in amazement.
"Master, oh, thank you, Master!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his
feet as she pronated herself before him.
"Huh?" he asked, surprised at her outburst.
"Real food for me, Master? It's been so long." At his query, she explained how
she'd been fed little but the paste-like gruel, and little enough of that to
make sure she was always hungry.
"That really bothers me, sheri," he said contemplatively. "Someone like you
shouldn't be starving. It's not like you're fat or anything, and as long as you
live with me, you can eat whenever you feel like it."
"Really, Master?" she asked, astounded.
"Really. Now, go find something for us while I read."
"Yes, Master!" she said, scampering happily into the kitchen to find something
for their dinner while Billy perused the two manuals that had accompanied the
shipping documents.
"Master! Dinner!" sheri called barely a half hour later. Billy got up from the
couch and walked into the dining nook.
"I hope you don't mind, Master," sheri explained, "but it's been so long since
I've had any of this."
"No, it looks fine," he laughed, "but don't you think you overdid it a bit?" He
looked down to see not only the table set, but both meals already served. Each
of them had two large slices of ham steak, two cobs of corn, a huge portion of
macaroni and cheese, peas, green beans, sliced tomato and cucumber salad, and a
large, ice-filled glass of cola. "I'm not sure either of us is going to be able
to finish this!"
"Well then, Master, I guess you'll just have to make me eat the leftovers for
breakfast!" They both laughed. Sheri sat down after her Master, and began
attacking her food with her fingers.
"What are you doing, Sheri?" he asked.
"Master, I'm sorry...you know how we at ate the center, don't you?" He nodded,
having seen the pictures. "I guess I'm not used to eating like a human being.
Master, may I be excused to go sit in my crate as punishment, Master?"
"What? No," he answered surprised. "Just go into the kitchen and get yourself
a place setting, then come back and eat. I meant what I said. You will never
go hungry again."
Sheri scampered into the kitchen and quickly back, sitting back down and
awkwardly working the utensils. It took her a few minutes to regain her skill,
and at first she reminded Billy of a toddler learning how to eat with a spoon.
Soon she had it well under control, though, and to Billy's amazement, completely
cleaned her plate.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked as she shoveled the last fork full into her
mouth. Unable to talk with her mouth full, sheri simply nodded, looking at her
Master adoringly.
"Yes, Master," she answered after wiping her mouth with a napkin. Then she
realized why he was so concerned. "Uh, Master...permission to use to toilet,
Master?" she blurted urgently.
"Huh...yes, please...and you don't have to ask!" Before the last words were out
of his mouth, his slave had already bolted down the hall to the bathroom. He
almost gagged as he heard the sound of her bowels violently expelling itself
into the porcelain fixture. He waited a moment, then walked down the hall and
closed the bathroom door.
"Master, did I do something wrong, Master?" sheri asked from behind the door.
"No, I just thought you might like some privacy. You were in such a hurry, you
forgot to close the door."
"Oh, Master...that's so silly!" she giggled. "Slaves don't have any right to
privacy. Didn't they tell you that in the book? "
"Yeah, well, I still can't think of you that way," he answered, walking back.
His appetite was ruined now, so he sat down to read some more. Sheri returned
from the toilet momentarily, quickly cleaning the table, then washing the dishes
and straightening the kink. Billy's reading was interrupted only when he would
occasionally mutter a quiet, "Damn!"
"Master, I'm done," sheri announced, coming out and kneeling naked at her
Master's side, awaiting is next command.
"They really made you fuck dogs?" he abruptly asked after a few minutes.
"Yes, Master," she answered.
"Damn."
"I guess you got fucked a lot, didn't you?"
"Yes, Master," she replied quietly. "Probably five or six times a day on
average, sometimes more. When I was a prostitute, I guess maybe 40 times a day
maybe?" He just whistled, continuing to read.
"According to this, you've had at least 1,200 different men in a little over a
year, not counting the time you were sent to that pimp. It says you took over
5,000...well, it says 'loads of cum' in the totals box. That's like...what..."
he said, quickly calculating, "...a little over ten a day?"
"I don't know, Master. I wasn't required to keep count, but that number
wouldn't surprise me," she admitted. He put the book down and looked down at
her, a smile on his face.
"So, you any good?"
"Is Master implying he'd like to find out?" she asked with a coy grin.
"No, Master is implying he wants to take his slave into his bedroom and have her
fuck his eyeballs out." Both of them laughed.
"Master, how many this slave please you, Master?" she replied, returning the
smile. With that, Billy took his new slave by the hand and led her into his
bedroom.
"Wow," Billy commented, seeing his property splayed out in front of him. "You
know, you've been naked ever since you got here, but I never really noticed how
beautiful you are." The comment elicited a deep blush from the slave, currently
laying on her back with her legs spread, allowing her Master full access to her
body as he explored it. She flinched slightly as his finger found her erect
clitoris among the folds.
"I'm sorry...did that hurt?" he asked, concerned.
"No, Master, it was wonderful. That was my clit. I'm sorry if you already know
this stuff, but when you touch it - especially when I'm all excited and wet - I
can go off like a rocket."
"That's what you were playing with before, wasn't it?" he asked, peeling skin
back and peering in for a closer look. "Smells wonderful."
"Oh, Master, you shouldn't do that!" she squealed as his tongue lapped a stripe
from her perineum to the tip of her slit. "It's not proper for a Master to go
down on his slave!"
"You mean you've never had a man lick your pussy before?" She shook her head.
"No, Master, only other slaves," she panted as he gave her another licking.
"So that means, at least in one way, you're still a virgin...and I'm going to be
the one to take that from you! Your first cum from being eaten out by your
Master!"
Sheri wanted to laugh, but found herself simply trying to hold on as her Master
gave her the oral ride of her life. After he discovered how she responded to
having her clit sucked on gently while being flicked with his tongue, he
tortured her to ecstacy. She came even more violently than before, saturating
both her Master's face and the bedding beneath her with her juices. When it was
over, she was nearly unconscious. She lay there, panting, until she realized
her Master was about to enter her.
"Master, not yet!" she squealed, squirming out from under her.
"What, you're not ready?" he exclaimed with a laugh. "What's wrong?"
"Master, the slave is so wet, she's afraid her Master won't be able to feel
anything. Please allow her to dry out a little, please, Master? Your slave
wants her Master's first time to be...well, the best he'll ever have!" He
thought that one over for a moment, watching the fluids literally seep out of
Sheri's distended lips.
"Okay, but do you think you can do it with your fingers?" he asked. "You know,
stick a finger or two inside, then lick them off, and keep doing that until your
kinda dry?"
"Yes, Master, of course, but I think I'll just keep getting wetter and wetter if
I do that, Master."
"Okay, wait a minute," he said. "Just lay there and air dry until I get back."
Billy scrambled off the bed, coming back a few minutes later. "I found them!"
he announced. "A pair of my sisters panties!" He reached between his slave's
splayed legs and started wiping the wetness away, then twisted the cloth into a
cylindrical shape and slowly pushing it into her vagina like a dildo. Sheri
lifted her hips to help, bearing down on the cloth phallus, her cunt walls
spasming uncontrollably.
"Dry enough?" he finally asked, stopping momentarily.
"I think so, Master," she replied. "May I check?" A nod from her Master, and
Sheri checked herself. Billy thought it looked like she was checking a
temperature or tire pressure, so intent was the look on her face. "Yes, Master.
I'm wet enough, but not too much so. Please fuck your slave, Master!" she
begged.
Billy raised himself over her quivering body, carefully positioning his still
rock-hard member at his target. As he lowered himself into her, it felt like
his cock was being swallowed whole. He could feel the mouth of her cunt open
and close like a mouth trying to devour him, and then sheri's legs wrapped
around his waist. He was lost in ecstasy, the throbbing of her well-trained
hole as she tightened it around him causing his penis to respond in kind,
throbbing for bare moments before his ejaculate came spewing out, filling her.
As Billy came, so did sheri, timing her own climax with the first spurt of her
Master's cock, knowing that even if she were punished for having an orgasm
without permission, it would make her Master feel even more superior knowing
what his cum did to her.
"Wow, that was great," Billy panted, rolling off the girl. "What next...after I
recover, that is?"
"First, Master, let me clean you up, please," sheri replied, crawling between
his legs. Billy gasped as sheri's lips touched the tip of his prick, licking at
the droplets still bubbling out of the hole. He moaned as she licked the shaft,
working her tongue clear down to his pubic hair, where the sticky remains of
their coupling was most apparent. Using her tongue, she lovingly lapped away
until it seemed most was gone, then went back to the top, engulfing his cock and
making sure he was rock hard again before stopping.
"Master, would you like to try another of your slave's holes, Master?" she asked
gently, noting that her oral ministrations had relaxed him to the point of light
slumber.
"Huh? What?" he responded groggily.
"Master, your slave has three holes to fuck, and you've only used two of
them...and really, only one counts. Master, please fuck your slave in the ass,
Master!" she begged.
Six hours later, after a marathon fucking session, a short nap and a shower
together, the two were back in the living room again. It was late, but they
were both hungry, so Billy called out for pizza. Sheri waited in the living
room, out of sight of the front door, while it was delivered. She couldn't
remember the last time she'd eaten pizza; probably after that last winning track
meet, she thought. She wanted to tear into it, but remembering her last episode
with real food, quietly nibbled two pieces.
"Master?" she asked when they were finished eating.
"What is it?" he answered.
"Master, why are you so nice to your slave? I mean - I'm a slave. I'm supposed
to be treated like one, and you're treating me like...well...almost an equal.
You let me eat whatever I want, whenever I want it; you told me I don't have to
ask permission to use the toilet; and you didn't even make me beg for those
wonderful orgasms you gave me."
"I guess I'm not a very good Master, am I?" he asked by way of an answer.
"Oh, no, Master. You're the most wonderful Master a girl could ask for!" she
exclaimed. "It's just that...well...like I said, you're treating me like an
equal."
"Sheri," he said seriously. "I never wanted to own you, I just wanted to be
your boyfriend. The only reason I'm even doing this is to be near you. If I
could, I'd grant you your freedom right now, but you know the story on that."
Indeed she did - once a slave, always a slave. "So if I can't really be your
boyfriend, I still want to act like I am. God, I wish there was someplace
where we could go so you could just be a normal, free person."
"Master," she sobbed, tears flowing freely now, "that was the most beautiful
thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you!" she wailed, throwing her arms
around his legs again, slathering his bare feet with kisses. "But I AM a
slave, and nothing can change that. Please, Master, use me as your slave,
please?"
"Sheri...I...I can't. I just can't." It was his turn to cry now. Sheri
didn't see it as a sign of weakness as he would have thought, but as a symbol of
the love and caring he had for her. Then it hit her.
"Master, maybe if you thought of me as something other than 'sheri.' You're
still thinking of me as that girl you grew up with, only she doesn't exist
anymore. Look in my training book, you'll see how many names I've had. I can't
remember them all. Change my name to...I don't know," she said, looking around.
"Sofa or armpit or snot, anything you want, anything but sheri. They used to
call me toe, and fuckbunny, and radish, and toilet, and bitch...and a bunch of
other names...before I was fat piggy fuck, Master. Find a name that won't
remind you of someone who died the day she was sentenced, Master. Sheri has
been dead for over a year now, and she's never coming back!" Her statement of
fact hurt sheri nearly as much as they hurt Billy, but she knew it was the only
way.
The words burned through Billy like the flames of Hell, but he knew she was
right. Sheri was long gone, and in her place was an exquisitely trained,
totally submissive slave, who he was quickly falling in love with. He nodded
through tear-filled eyes.
"What's your favorite flower?" he asked.
"Huh? Um...chrysanthemum, I guess," she replied.
"No, you need a name I can actually spell," he laughed, the sadness over for
both of them now. "What about...I don't know...how about 'blossom?' That way
you can be whatever flower you feel like at the moment." The slave nodded
eagerly, happily accepting her new name. They christened blossom's new name
with another round of sex, this time intertwined on the soft carpet in front of
the fireplace.
Life went on for several months, just the mundane everyday things that happen to
people. Billy still had a year of school left, but because he was now a slave
owner, he rated a monthly stipend from the government that paid for his
apartment and food. He wanted to take on a part-time job, but blossom said she
was well-versed in financial management - a claim borne out by her training
records - and they were even able to put away a small amount once in a while.
Billy went to school and studied, while blossom took care of the house and
finances. Billy was still unsure of himself as a Master, but he was a quick
learner. He studied all sorts of books and manuals, even belonged to a couple
of online support groups for new Owners. He learned a lot about not only his
slave, but himself as well. He began to understand blossom better, why she was
willing to risk everything and break the rules by giving her own meager
breakfast to the terrified eleven year old. He realized blossom's entire psyche
revolved around the desire to help others, even at the risk of her own health or
safety.
That was one reason he was concerned about his next step, but he knew it was
necessary for blossom's emotional health. He'd even discussed the issue with a
psychologist, who agreed with his plan. Then the day finally arrived.
"We're going downtown today. I want you to see something," Billy told his
slave, tossing her a silk slave gown. Similar to the garment she'd worn in the
fields, this one was more comfortable, and so thin as to be nearly transparent.
The material extended nearly to her knees, and there was a small silk tie
attached at the waist, which she cinched up quickly, padding behind her Master
as he went to the door, grabbing blossom's leash and waited impatiently for the
girl to kneel so he could snap it to her collar. It was still considered a
breach of protocol to allow a slave out completely naked in public, thought the
skimpy attire didn't really cover much.
"Do you remember when I told you everyone who conspired to make you a slave was
going to pay for hurting you? You didn't believe me, did you?" he asked as they
walked down the sidewalk, blossom two steps behind and one to the left of her
Master.
"Yes, Master, Blossom remembers. No, Master, Blossom did not believe her Master
at first. She apologizes for her thoughts, Master, and begs to be punished."
Billy replied with a loud laugh, "No, there's no need for punishment, my
beautiful, obedient slave. The reason I asked is that I did some investigating
and discovered who was the primary culprit. It wasn't Sheila after all, though
she had a part in it. I can't do anything to her, but the other one, who lied
under oath to make you a slave, I was able to do something about. Had it not
been for her, you'd still be free, getting ready to attend college in a few
months. Of course, if that happened, I'd not have the most beautiful girl in
the world as my own."
"She, Master?" blossom asked incredulously.
"Yes, and I reported her misdeeds myself almost a year ago. I arranged for her
to become a breeder," he said, "and I understand she's just about ready to whelp
her first litter. We're going to go watch."
A breeder was about as low as a slave could be. Selected for neither
intelligence nor beauty, but their fertility, breeders spent their early
adulthood being artificially inseminated, giving birth to slave babies, and then
repeating the process over and over again, until menopause finally resulted in
the end of their usefulness. Other than food and infrequent medical attention,
breeders were low maintenance, needing neither the basic nor advanced forms of
training blossom herself had undergone. Quite often - actually, in the majority
of cases - a breeder would have her clitoris removed completely, and often had
the vaginal opening surgically enlarged for no other reason than to ensure there
was absolutely no pleasure involved during impregnation. Breeders were truly
the lowest of the low, bred only to perpetuate the species. As blossom thought
about what life must be like for a slave such as that, they arrived at the
breeding facility.
Walking down the glass-liked walls, blossom was surprised to see that the
breeding slaves hadn't even been divested of their hair, like she and her
colleagues had. Most still had a full head of hair, though most of the crotches
she could see were scraped bare - probably a hygiene issue, she reasoned.
Blossom reached up and ran her hand over her own hair, pleased that her own hair
was growing out into something more...well...more feminine. Master Billy told
her he wanted it to grow back. She wondered if she'd ever grow hair like she
had before, when she was free. She realized, though, that she didn't really
care. It wouldn't be an even trade, giving up slavery for something as mundane
as that, no matter how badly she wanted long hair.
Billy took blossom into one of the delivery rooms, where a breeder lay splayed
out on her back, her naked body covered in sweat as she trembled with her fifth
hard contraction in the past half hour. Taking little notice of anything else,
blossom saw how the girl's bare pussy seemed to be bulging, her swollen belly
oscillating spasmodically.
"This is the person who set you up, blossom," Billy told her. "Look at her and
see what has become of her."
That was when blossom's eyes moved up the table, to the straining breeder's
face.
"Kathy?" blossom exclaimed. "It was Kathy, Master?"
"Yes, it was, little one. I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you. I
would have enjoyed dating you, perhaps marrying you some day, but my bitch of a
sister had to fuck things up. I set her up to be raped - I was the first, by
the way," he said sadistically, "though she'll never know that. The cops found
her drunk and naked in the city park, so she was jailed on a prostitution
charge. So now she'll be the one getting fucked...by a cold metal tube, every
nine months. They say the tests indicate she could pump out as many as thirty
brats before her womb goes cold; that's a baby every nine months for the next 25
years. After that, I've already optioned her to a whorehouse in Asia."
"Master," blossom said quietly, dropping to her knees. "Master, blossom doesn't
need revenge, Master."
"I know, my love...but I do. That bitch took my girlfriend away from me, and
all I have to show for it is a slave," he said, reaching down and patting the
kneeling girl's head just as his sister let out a blood-curdling scream. They
both looked up and saw the baby's head crowning.
"Master, can we go now? I think I would like a baby some day, if it pleases
you, but before that happens, could we go home and practice making a baby
first?!"
~ Fin~
