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Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts,
if you find such material objectionable or you are not an adult do not
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Hunting Day ( mc, nc, mf )
Farleven ( farleven@yahoo.com )
October 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/
She had been claimed. All these years as a free woman and she had to take an
evening stroll on hunting day, she cursed herself. She could feel the sting of
the dart in her arm still, she quickly grabbed it and tossed it to the ground.
It had just been too beautiful outside she grumbled, why did this have to be the
day? She scratched at the wound she now had, and cringed as she could feel the
tingle of its insidious venom pour into her system.
Once every year there was a hunting day, a day when free women could be claimed
by licensed hunting parties. It was a random day, never announced until after
it was over, except to the hunters that is. Ever since the Party had taken over
it had been this way, and now Emily had been claimed. The dart that had struck
her was just the first stage in her new life as a slave girl, but it would
prepare her for it.
No free woman ever really knew what being claimed was like, there were stories
of course, but nothing could cover that distance between a simple telling and
having the dart hit you. All Emily really knew was that the first dart simply
prepared a woman for being taken. She didn't really know what that meant. She
did feel a bit woozy, she noted, but other than that she felt normal. It wasn't
until she heard the whooping from the brush on the far side of the park that she
reconsidered her position. May be there was a chance to escape this fate, she
thought, but only if she got away.
"We've got a runner!" Emily heard a gruff voice yell as soon as she bolted. She
had no idea how many there were, but she couldn't escape if she didn't try.
She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she felt another dart hit her in the
rear. She swooned again, but this time something was different. Sparks seemed
to fly through her body, and her mind clouded over. Emily just stopped, and then
she felt her mind shifting. It was so strange, she shuddered, and her mind was
suddenly bombarded with something strange. Her thoughts seemed to melt away
before she had them, but there was something else too, directives.
Emily's eye's fluttered as her mind filled with sudden needs. She didn't
understand them at first, but they quickly crystallized both in form and
urgency. Emily knew this was the first stage of her conversion, and she tried
to fight it, but it was just so powerful.
The first thing that hit her were her clothes. She had to remove them. They
were tight, confining, and Emily didn't need them any more. Her hands flew to
her shirt and started tearing it off. Emily couldn't control her hands, the
need to be naked simply overwhelmed everything else. She quickly tore off every
stitch of clothing she had on. Emily didn't even pause as she ripped off her
bra and panties, destroying the frilly garments as she did so. When she
finished she looked down at the pile of torn clothes with dismay, she really was
becoming a slave. Oddly enough, she felt better as she felt a breeze tickled
her bare skin, it was good to be naked, the directives told her. Her boobs and
pussy breathed as they never had before, it really did feel good, Emily thought.
"Alright, girl, everything will be okay, we're just here to claim you." Emily
heard from behind her. She quickly turned around, trying to cover herself. She
knew her hands didn't provide her with much protection, but her embarrassment at
her state drove her action. Even as Emily slid her arm over her nipples and a
hand over her bush, she had to fight a new directive forming in her brain. It
was good to be naked in front of men, it blasted into her mind, even as she
tried to fight it.
"Please don't do this!" Emily squealed weakly as she looked up at two men. Just
looking at them made her shudder, both in fear and need. She'd never found much
to be interested in men before, but now she felt her own ardor growing just
looking at them. Her mind flashed with almost instinctive thoughts, primal, and
all involving her and these two men naked and writhing together in passion. Her
hands slowly slipped away as well, the need to display her naked flesh
overwhelming her control.
"Present yourself girl, we have a dinner waiting." Ordered one of the men.
They'd taken a moment to review her naked flesh as she'd panted before them.
They seemed pleased, but the older man looked impatient and he had ordered her.
Emily quivered for a moment, not knowing what he meant, but then she suddenly
understood. She tried to fight following his command, but the battle was short
and she fell to her knees. Emily bowed her head and pulled her hair off her
neck, as she did, she noticed a strange metallic ring on the back of her neck.
She knew it hadn't been there before, and concluded that it must be part of the
claiming process.
"Good girl, this basic program should be good for now." The other man said
before pressing something cold and metallic into the back of her neck.
Everything blurred for a moment before returning to normal. Or something like
normal, Emily's mind felt somewhat fuzzy now, she didn't understand it, but she
knew she'd just been programmed.
"Program insertion successful, slave mode enabled, slave Emily awaits your
command." Emily chimed in her happiest tone. She shuddered at her own words,
but she could feel the program chaining her thoughts and adding new ones as
well. First, she was horny, very horny. She just looked at the two men before
her and her pussy twitched with lust. Emily presented herself again for them
now, this time with her chest heaved out and her kneeling legs spread widely.
She had to show them just what kind of a woman they had claimed.
"Hey, I think she's taking to it pretty well, just look at how flushed she is!"
Emily heard one of the men say. She blushed at the statement, even though she
knew it was true. Her pussy was seething with heat and she could feel her
nipples harden with that same arousal. Emily was horny, more so than she could
ever remember being.
The other man reached between her legs and cupped her naked pussy. Emily fought
back a moan but couldn't help but squirm against his hand. "Oh, yeah, she's
taking to the program very quickly. This is you're first catch, son, why don't
you claim her properly, dinner can wait."
"How about it, Emily, are you ready for me?" The other man said, pulling up
close to her. He reached out, cupped her breasts with his hands, and smiled.
Emily gasped at the pleasure his touch caused and couldn't help but present her
bosom for easy fondling.
"Slave Emily is very horny, Master. She is ready to service you." Emily chimed
as the man pinched her nipples playfully. She couldn't believe what she'd just
said, or what was happening to her. She was becoming a slave, her body was
already subservient to her new programming, and she had no idea how long her
mind could last.
"Wonderful, why don't you lay back and spread you're legs while I get ready."
The man commanded. Emily bowed her head for a moment, trying to fight back
against her new drives, her new programming, but her fight didn't last long.
She just had to do what he wanted, and it was truly mere moments before she was
lying back on the grass were her legs spread lewdly. Emily rested there as the
man prepared himself, internally she had to fight not to think about sex, or the
satisfaction that her programming had her appropriately wet and positioned to be
claimed.
"Don't mind us we're just claiming a new slave, you're all free to watch if you
like." The other man laughed at the small crowd that was assembling. Emily
shuddered at the thought of a crowd of gawkers watching her being used, but all
she could do about it was blush ever so slightly as she listened to their
whispers.
"Oh, with a body like that I wish I'd gotten a license for today."
"And just look how wet her pussy is, she must be a natural slave."
"Wow! That's little Emily Parsons, I never though anyone would get her!"
"Really? Oh yeah, you're right, man I hope these hunters feel like sharing
today, she's a real babe!"
"I bet her pussy's real tight to, may be even virgin."
Emily couldn't do anything but listen as the crowd whispered around her. She
cringed each time she recognized a voice. Some of them were her neighbors or
coworkers, and each one was talking about how much they'd dreamed about fucking
her. For a moment she almost forgot her position and felt a burning hatred at
their chauvinistic attitudes. That little distraction didn't last long though,
as the immediate target of her attention was ready for her now.
"Tell, me Emily, are you a virgin?" The man asked as he crawled over her naked
body. Emily pulled her legs open further and lifted her hips instinctively.
She looked between them and couldn't help but lust after the magnificent tool
that was swinging between his legs. Emily shuddered at the insidious power her
new programming had. She was locked in a cage as she watched her body do the
bidding of its new owner. All the while the new directives of her slave
programming seeped into her mind, subverting her to her new existence
completely. She truly wanted that cock inside her, defiling her and fucking her
into blissful slavery.
"Slave Emily has been fucked three times Master, but she will still be nice and
tight for a man so well hung as you." Emily answered, her entire body quaking in
anticipation. She had never been this horny before, no doubt another effect of
her new programming, she thought. The man lowered himself between her legs now
and positioned himself at her gates. Emily was nearly overwhelmed by the
feeling of his tool parting her nether lips, but all she could do was hold her
hips steady and wait for him to claim her.
The man above her simply smiled for a moment as he rested at her entrance. Then
he grabbed onto both of her breasts and pressed into Emily's waiting flesh. She
thrust her hips back to meet him and felt his shaft sink into her. Emily
couldn't believe she was really doing this, but quickly found herself rippling
her pussy in ways she'd never thought of before yet instinctively knowing that
they would please her master. He was a large man as well, and Emily swore she
could feel every vein on his shaft as it pulsed within her. This was the proper
place for a slave, she thought, on her back servicing her master. Emily didn't
want to be a slave, she still fought the personal implications of slavery, but
the programming had solidified the abstract notions of a slave's role inside her
mind. She knew the proper role of a slave and the programming in her mind now
worked to convince her that she was a slave and properly accept her own role.
"You're a slave now, Emily, how does it feel?" The man laughed right into her
face as he started to fuck her. Emily's first response was simply a cry of
pleasure as she worked herself against his plunging shaft, drawing out every
once of pleasure she could. None of her earlier experiences had been like this,
and the small part of her still in control wondered how much the programming was
responsible for. It didn't matter now, though, even if she could regain control
from the programming, the pleasure she was receiving was more than she could
resist.
"Glorious, Master! Fuck this slave!" Emily cried out as she thrust herself back
against him. She couldn't control herself, every thrust was like a revelation,
showing her the true purpose of being. Emily moaned shamelessly as he squeezed
on her mammaries while plunging into her seething flesh. She wrapped her legs
around him and drew him in as he claimed her.
"See how easy it is, guys! Even little miss innocent here can be made into a
slave. Just look at how wet and willing she is." The other man addressed the
crowd as Emily and her master coupled on the ground. His words sank into Emily
and jolted loose her thoughts from the animal desires that were controlling her.
"Oh, God! No! Please Master! Emily, uh, Emily doesn't want, oh, this! She
doesn't, uh, want to be a slave!" Emily screamed as she ground her body against
the hunter who was claiming her. She instinctively fucked him, caressing his
shaft and matching his thrusts. She couldn't help herself, she had to do it,
had to fuck him. Her objections didn't matter, she had to please him. That was
her programming, she understood that, but the needs it burned into her were real
and beyond any ability to control.
The man claiming her simply smiled and shoved his manhood fully into her. Emily
rippled around his shaft fervently now, knowing that she had to bring forth his
seed. He cupped her breasts again and squeezed them just as Emily felt his
manhood begin to twitch. Emily screamed in ecstasy as she felt the first shot
of his seed blast against the depths of her passage. She reached up and kissed
her master passionately as she felt her depths being filled. Emily's tongue
danced with his as his seed burned into her. She kept squeezing him with the
walls of her pussy as well, determined to milk every drop from him like a good
slave.
The pair remained locked together like that for several minutes before he broke
their embrace. Emily just rested on her back as he smiled at her and pulled
himself free. She cooed as his girth slipped from her, then felt a new shift
roll through her mind. It tingled around her senses for a moment then she
resumed her kneeling position before her master.
"Master, slave Emily has been claimed and bonded by your DNA as per the Federal
Bonding Act, this slave is now officially registered and licensed. Her free
woman status has been revoked and all assets have been transferred to you.
Would you like this slave to clean you manhood of our juices now?" Emily
recited, knowing that this was the official notice of her new life. She was his
now, his to play with and modify, everything she had was his to control,
including her mind.
The man simply nodded and Emily quickly moved in to do the job. She wrapped her
tongue around his limp shaft and diligently cleaned every ounce of their juices
from him. Emily was shocked at how pleasant the experience was, though she
recognized that her programming was pumping her mind with positive feedback at
her actions. She'd tried oral once before, though she hadn't really liked it,
now was different, she was a slave, and a slave was always willing to serve her
master.
Emily couldn't help but take her time, she had to clean her master properly, she
knew. The first thing she noticed was the taste, every drop of his seed was
pure candy, more delicious than anything she'd ever tasted before. Then came
his cock. Emily traced her tongue over every vein and bulge of his shaft,
studying it, knowing that this was the center of her new existence. She
couldn't suppress the feeling of wonder that came at being so close to such a
god like tool and pure awe at having the privilege of serving it.
When his shaft started to harden within her mouth, Emily swooned with joy. The
slave was pleasuring her master and he liked it. She found herself sucking on
him instead of just licking off their juices. As she did, her mind suddenly
opened and Emily found the knowledge of how to pleasure a man orally spread out
inside her thoughts. She latched on to the most pleasurable technique and
focused on brining her master to another wonderful orgasm. Every moan he
uttered filled Emily with joy as she worked between his legs, recognition for
her fine work. Finally, she felt him begin to quiver and felt his shaft bulge
within her mouth as his seed flowed into her. Emily shuddered as well, the
taste of his juices sending her into an orgasm of her own.
After she'd finished cleaning him again she sat back in her presentation
position and waited for her next command. Emily seethed inside, she couldn't
help but do all of this and she knew this was only the beginning. Her mind
burned with conflicting thoughts. Her body shook with arousal, reeling both
from the fucking she'd just received and her service to her master's shaft.
Emily hated what she'd been forced to do by her new programming, but she could
feel it seeping thoughts of encouragement into even now. A good slave was
grateful for every pleasure she could grant her master.
"You want to ride her pops?" Her Master asked.
"Nah, you're mother's waiting at home and she'll need some attentions. I'm sure
some of our little audience would love to oblige though, if you're looking to
share." The older man smiled. "I'll be going now, I'll make sure theirs still
something warm in the oven for you when you get back."
"Alright, your loss." The young man laughed. He smiled and turned to the small
crowd that had gathered around. "Alright, I heard a few of you say you knew
this little slave, if you're interested in having a stab at her, step up."
The line quickly formed and Emily surveyed the crowd as best she could given
that she could move her head. Many of them she didn't know, but several she
did, some were just workers in shops she passed through, and some were
coworkers. A few more she had considered as friends, and now all of them were
lined up to use her. Her mind reeled at the thought, but her body flushed, her
pussy quaked, heating itself for the task ahead. She felt her chest heave as
she began to pant with uncontrollable excitement, her breasts rising and falling
with each labored breath. She could feel that her nipples were hard as rocks
and her clit aching between her legs. Emily knew she was a slave now, getting
so horny for her coming use, but she couldn't help it either.
"It looks like you're pretty popular, Emily. Now, I want you to stand up and
pick four of these fine gentlemen out to fuck you. I want each one to leave a
deposit in either your mouth or pussy, their choice. The rest of you guys can
watch but after these four we have to go home." The master instructed.
Emily shuddered as she stood up. Her mind whirled at the order she'd just
received. She'd barely fuck a dozen times in her life and now she was being
asked to choose four partners for herself. Emily's eyes rolled over the small
crowd of men, each one looking hopeful for a roll in the hay with her. She
couldn't believe she had to choose like this, and fought against the notion.
This slave must select them now! Emily shuddered as the directive floored her.
This slave must pleasure four men or her choosing, Emily shivered at her own
thoughts. She closed her eyes for a moment, and the directive slammed her mind
again, this time taking control. This slave will fuck the four men here who
knew her best.
"Thomas, Rick, Barry, and Joe, slave Emily has selected you." Emily chimed in a
sing song voice. She felt herself quiver again at the thought. Thomas and Rick
were both two of her oldest male friends and Barry and Joe had worked with her
for years. She knew her programming was punishing her for resistance, forcing
her to perform for those she'd otherwise least want to. Her body was still
racing with sexual need and no sooner had the four stepped forward then she
walked up to Thomas.
"Let me undress you, Thomas." Emily smiled and quickly set to work undressing
her friend. She couldn't help but give him friendly little rubs as she slipped
off his clothes. Emily easily noticed just how buffed and trim Thomas was, and
when she finally pulled down his shorts she swooned at the hardened shaft rising
before her.
Thomas reached down, pulled her naked form to his, and held her. His hands
roamed over her tender flesh, and Emily shuddered.
"How is it Em? What's it like being a little slave girl?" Thomas asked as he
reached his hands up and cupped both of her breasts. Emily cooed as he rolled
her tender flesh, her mind locked in a storm over how to respond to his
question. Her honest feelings and those of her programming tearing against the
other.
"It's amazing and horrible, Thomas. Slave Emily has never been this horny, or
felt such wondrous pleasure, but she is now a slave with a master." Emily
replied, her tone cheerful despite her own feelings. Her hands reached up and
helped him squeeze her chest. "Fuck me, Thomas, Master commands it and this
slave wants you to make her feel like a free woman one last time."
Thomas bent down and kissed her passionately and Emily melted against him. He
quickly lowered her to the ground and Emily quickly spread her legs for him as
she came to a rest atop the grass. Her body was aching for him, and when his
shaft finally touched the gates to her womanhood Emily cried out in ecstasy.
Thomas didn't waste any time with her, and she squealed as his shaft plunged to
her very depth.
"Oh Thomas!" Emily wailed. He was larger than her master, and she couldn't help
but quake at the fullness of his shaft inside her. The volume of sexual
knowledge inside her slave programming came alive again, the earlier instinct
that had driven her fucking became a slew of choices for exactly how to pleasure
a man. Emily chose her method and started fucking back against her friend,
squeezing with her pussy just as the programming told her to.
"Oh god, Emily!" Thomas moaned as Emily worked her new magic on him. She
instantly beamed at his outburst, finding satisfaction at his pleasure. Emily
didn't stop concentrating for a moment, determined to help draw out their love
making as he plunged into her quivering form.
"Enjoy this slave, Thomas, fuck her hard!" Emily cooed as their bodies slammed
against each other. Emily felt herself giving in fully to her programming, the
sex was just too powerful and her need was just so strong that she couldn't
resist. She wrapped her legs around his thighs opening herself to his thrusts.
Emily could feel his shaft sink to her very depths and marveled as his sack
slapped between her legs.
It wasn't long before Emily could feel Thomas nearing his release. She did her
best to draw it out but a slave had to give pleasure, not withhold it and the
longer she tried to fight, the harder it was to maintain her discipline.
Finally, she gave in, and Emily began fucking Thomas to bring his release. Her
entire body worked with her, all the way to the pulsing flesh between her legs.
When Thomas finally groaned in ecstasy, Emily joined him, her own release
sparked by the sensation of his seed splashing inside her. Her body quaked as
she milked the cock inside her, satisfied not just in her own pleasure but in
her performance as well. A good slave takes pride in the pleasure she gives.
Emily took the time offered her to savor the feeling of a large man inside her,
not just using her but loving her. She wished she could ask why Thomas had
remained, but she really didn't want to know the answer. Emily wanted to savor
these last attachments to her old freedom, her last chance to taste of her old
life, even if it was through her new slave form.
Emily quickly finished servicing Thomas. She noted that his semen wasn't nearly
as delicious as her master's, even if his cock was bigger. Emily even found
herself licking her lips at the memory of her master's taste. She tried to
fight back the thought, but a good slave always preferred the taste of her
master.
Finally she was done and she walked up to the next of the four men. Emily
grabbed his hands and held them over her heaving chest. "How do you like them,
Rick? It's your turn with slave Emily, and she's still nice and horny. See
just how hard her nipples are? They get just like little rocks when Emily's
really hot."
It was true too, she couldn't help it. Emily quickly undressed Rick and fucked
him with the same passion as she had Thomas. Barry and Joe followed with a
rousing fuck each. The whole time, Emily was burning up with need, even as they
were fucking her furiously. Each release was just pure heaven to her aching
flesh. In the end, she was still burning with need as she licked Joe's shaft
clean, but savored every taste and touch. A good slave never let slip a chance
to enjoy giving pleasure.
"Okay boys, one last hurrah for our newest little slave girl!" Master yelled.
Emily was kneeling in her presentation position after finishing her service to
Joe and she looked up to see all the rest of the men in the crowd masturbating
around her. Then she felt herself being splashed with their seed.
"Oh, Oh! God! Oh GOD!" Emily squealed with every splash against her. She felt
a ripple of pleasure each time, unable to help herself as she was quickly
covered with a couple dozen men's semen. The festivities went on for several
minutes as the men took turns walking up to her and aiming for a clean place on
her body.
"Alright Emily, it's time to go home." Emily's master said after the final man
had completed his task. Emily felt both wonderfully slutty and horribly
embarrassed at being covered from head to toe in semen. A good slave always
loved semen, no matter where it fell.
Walking to her Master's home like that was a supreme embarrassment. She went
the whole way naked, save her shoes. She had to walk proudly, jutting out her
jiggling chest as she strode behind her master. Plenty of men whistled and
jeered at her as she passed. None touched her though, that was more than
allowed of any man's slave. Never in her life had Emily felt so cheap or out of
control, of course she was a slave now, her life was no longer her own.
Finally they arrived at her Master's home and Emily followed him in. It was a
normal home, not exceptionally spacious but large enough to house the men of the
family and more than a few slaves.
"Hello Master, congratulations on your successful hunt." Chimed a sweet and
completely naked young girl as Emily's Master entered their home.
Emily recognized the girl immediately. She was Megan Fizer, a neighbor girl of
sixteen who had been taken in a hunt last year. She had changed now though.
Her breasts were much larger and firmer now, and her body was hairless except
for a small patch over her pussy and a long main of blonde hair flowing from her
head.
"Hello Megan, please take care to clean up and prepare Emily for me. You have
my instructions." Master ordered. Her turned to Emily and fondled her breasts.
"Emily while you're alone with Megan you are to do everything she says, and
accept new programming from her. Otherwise, you are free to converse with her
without restriction."
"Thank you, Master." Emily chimed, oddly honest in her response. She shuddered
that even such minor freedom was cause for thanks and celebration now. Emily
could scarcely believe just how much she'd just lost. Here she was being openly
fondled by a man who now owned her and she was thankful that he was giving her a
bare moment in which she was free to be something of herself.
"Okay, Emily, I bet you can't wait to get Master's full slave program
installed!" Megan giggled, pulling at Emily's arm. Emily just gasped at such a
notion and limply followed Megan as the slave girl dragged her upstairs. Megan
cheerfully pulled Emily into the bathroom and started the shower.
"First we need to get you all clean and shiny. Come on in the shower." Megan
pushed Emily into the running water. Megan followed behind a moment later and
started lathering Emily's naked body.
"Oh, you've got a really nice body, Emi! Master was so lucky to get you." Megan
cooed as she washed the remains of Emily's initiation from her skin. Megan paid
special attention to Emily's breasts after she'd finished with the rest. "And
don't worry about you're little boobies either, Master will make sure you get a
nice big pair like mine!"
Emily was hovering in a daze as all of this happened to her. She was lost,
completely adrift from the notion that she was just a sex slave for a man now.
That she was being fondled and cleaned by another sex slave just reinforced the
strangeness of her new reality. Emily had been a free woman just hours before,
master of her own destiny, and now, now she was only a toy for the pleasure of
men. It was just too much to accept.
"Oh God!" Emily wailed, her voice finally breaking through her shattered mind.
"It's alright, everything will be better after you get the full programming."
Megan cooed, trying to soothe the trembling woman in her arms.
"How can you say that? This slave is going to be a slave!" Emily cried. She
knew it didn't matter, Megan was already lost, already programmed for her new
existence. There might be a shred of the free girl she'd once been buried
inside, but that Megan was ruled now by her programming. Emily couldn't expect
any help, much less sympathy from the poor thing that was sharing her shower.
In fact, Emily knew in short order, she'd be joining Megan fully in the same
fate.
"Yes, and you'll love it! Your whole world will change after the programming,
Emi! You'll know just how important being a slave is, especially to Master.
Before I was claimed I never knew how important it was to be a slave and to give
men pleasure, but I can't think of anything better now. Master is great too,
not only does he like to fuck a lot, but he lets me fuck other guys too,
whenever I want to or they do. It's great!" Megan rattled off. She genuinely
seemed to enjoy her fate, Emily realized. She wondered if she would turn out
like that, happy to be a slave. Emily had heard stories about being a slave,
that slaves weren't always fully programmed, that the original person still had
some control. Still those were just rumors. Slavers didn't much care what
their property felt so long as it performed, and so long as the slavers were
happy with the product, no one much cared to investigate. At least no one who
could did. Occasionally, one of the radical feminist groups opposed to slavery
would capture and try to deprogram a slave. Emily had never read of any
success, but then no one but the federal slaving authorities actually understood
how the technology really worked, and they weren't about to share the specifics
with anyone.
After Emily stayed silent for the rest of her cleaning, Megan piped up again.
"All right, all clean. Are you ready for your programming?"
Emily shook her head emphatically. She didn't want this, she knew it had to be
but she didn't want it. Megan smiled back warmly, understanding shining in her
eyes. At least she knew what was going through her mind.
"You'll feel better, and I can't wait long, Master always likes to fuck
something after he's had desert and I want it to be me." Megan explained as she
picked up a programming device. It wasn't much, just a small metallic cylinder.
Emily felt a strange stirring insider her just looking at the device, she knew
its purpose, and instinctively she kneeled to the floor and present the back of
her neck. She tried to fight against this act of submission, but Emily couldn't
make herself move, there was programming to receive and she had to wait and
become the slave her master wanted.
Emily felt Megan press the device against the ring on the back of her neck and
her whole world shuddered again. This time it was different, her mind shifted,
but she could watch as things moved in her mind. Her life, her priorities all
shifted before her. Before she had hopes, dreams aspirations for herself, even
the wish for an honest husband and family. Emily felt those desires slip away,
now she only wanted to be a slave, a whore for her master. That was her
purpose. Her mind filled with examples of how to serve him, what he liked, and
Emily lapped them up. She was a slave now, his slave, and she had to be ready
to please him any way she could.
"Isn't that better, Emi?" Megan asked after she pulled the device away.
"Oh, yeah, everything is so clear now!" Emily giggled. "I'm Master's little sex
toy! Come on, he's got to be getting done with supper and I want to be his
desert!"
Emily felt an odd ring inside herself at the thought. It was hollow now though,
an echo of her old self, she realized, the one who had other dreams. Now
though, she was getting herself nice and wet thinking about her master, her old
self wouldn't help her get Master to enjoy her after he'd eaten.
"Ah, my slaves return, how are you girls?" Master asked, his eyes surveying his
two servants as they both bounced into the room, each completely naked, just as
he preferred.
"Wonderful, Master!" They chimed in unison. Both girls giggled at their timing
before moving into position. They fell to the floor, on their knees with their
rears pointed to the ceiling and their heads on the floor. Emily felt a little
strange doing this, but she knew this was how her master liked to enjoy his
women after supper. She was terribly horny now, and was consumed by the hope
that he would take his pleasure with her instead of Megan.
"You seem to have taken well to the programming Emily. I'm glad, it was such a
shame you've been free this long, don't you agree?" He asked as he reached up
and cupped her bare pussy.
"Oh, god, Master! I can't believe I ever wanted anything except your wonderful
thick cock! Please, fuck me!" Emily squealed. His touch overwhelmed her
senses, she couldn't believe how good it felt. None of her old reservations
about sex stood in the way now. She was a slave, this was her purpose in life,
and there wasn't any reason to be ashamed.
"Just as it should be, just as it should be." Emily's master laughed as he
positioned himself behind his first catch and sank into her depths. Emily was
just another slave girl now, just like most of the women in the world. The free
ones didn't know what they were missing, and Emily was learning just how much
she'd missed all these years. She couldn't imagine a better fate than this, and
accepted her Master's cock with joy. Emily moaned with unrestrained lust as she
took her master's shaft inside herself again. This was the life, she thought,
being a slave, having sex and not having any worries. There wasn't anything
more she could have ever asked for.
Except of course to have been claimed earlier.
The End
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