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Evan came up to the stage to collect us, attaching a leash to each of our collars and giving Mistress a signed check before leading us off of the stage. Mistress seemed annoyed on our behalf once she recognized him as the boy insistent on fucking Eve. Now he would get his wish.
He waited for us to exit the theater and emerge in front of some busy crowds before ordering us into a present and wait position. We got on our knees, spread apart by about a foot and a half, with our hands behind our heads with elbows back.
“Look me in the eyes slaves.” He ordered. “I hope you know the next couple days are going to really suck for you Mark. I didn’t appreciate your attitude.”
“I thought it was fun.” I replied, earning a quick slap across the face.
“That’s the kind of shit I’m not going to tolerate from you. For the next three days your name is Cucky. Eve, whenever you speak to him, or about him you are going to call him My worthless, little dicked husband. Understood? Good. We’re going back to my apartment and you, Cucky are going to cook us dinner. Eve, you’re going to find a nice movie for us to watch while you suck me off. Now put these on.” He ordered pulling garments and bondage gear out of his backpack.
Eve was given a simple leash to attach to her collar and a skimpy bikini and loin cloth combination which would give Evan full access to her body, yet also allowed her some modesty in public. My first implement was a simple one and a half inch long steel chastity cage with a urethral insert, which gave Evan trouble as he tried to man handle my junk into its confines. Next I received a new vibrant pink collar, with a tag labelled Cucky, and a matching pink leash.
We followed him on a short walk back to his apartment, which was frankly a mess. I was ordered to begin cleaning as he made drinks for Eve and himself before finding a movie. After two hours I had made enough progress where Evan had decided the apartment was in good enough shape to enjoy a movie and for me to cook dinner. He was already drunk and stumbled to me before fumbling with my leash to connect it to a length of chain he had connected to the radiator which would prevent me from leaving the kitchen. Thirty seconds into him struggling with the lock I offered “to just lock it up for my clumsy master.”
“Huh, what was that Cucky? Oh for fucks sake you little bitch!” He yelled as he slurred his way through the sentence finishing with the lock just as he realised what I had said.
“I’m not clumsy, I’m drunk, and you’re gonna wish you were by the time I’m through with you!” He continued to yell, pulling up a chair. He used my leash to pull me down over his legs after sitting down. His fat belly only afforded me so much room as he began to spank me. His breath smelled worse than the spanking hurt. Mistress had me in more pain with a quick slap to the balls than he managed to achieve with forty plus slaps on each cheek. Granted he was undoubtedly more muscular than me under his fat and had he not been inebriated I would have been in sorry shape. What hurt more was the fact that Eve also stumbled into the kitchen and laughed at me. Worse yet was I started to get painfully hard in my restrictive chastity cage at the thought.
Eve’s entrance reminded Evan that there was another slave he would prefer to play with, allowing me to return to my duties cooking them dinner. The two went to the couch to watch a movie and I watched as they laughed at each other through an alcohol fueled delirium, which also induced each to strip. Eve and I were equally surprised when Evan removed his undergarments. I had assumed his attitude was one of someone with penis envy. Instead quite the opposite, I knew that his anger towards me was not due to him assuming my penis was larger than his, but instead knowing that Eve had gone for a ‘man’ at the time, whose penis was very likely smaller than his. Eve hesitated at the sight of his monstrous nine inch cock, compelling Evan to use both hands to ram her head onto it. As I finished slicing bread for dinner I was treated to the sound of Eve slobbering and gagging on his tool.
Before she could finish him off I announced that dinner was ready, so the two joined me in the kitchen. “Alright Cucky, lets see what you got.” He gestured for me to sit at the table with them. He took his first bite with surprised approval. “If you suck this good and you cook this good I may just have to buy you two outright. This is great! That being said, we need some attitude adjustments. Cucky, I know you don’t like me, but you gotta get over that. I’m the man in this household, you’re the slaveboy and that means you have to show me some respect.” He began, his tone was serious, but gentle. “You are a slave for a reason. Can you deny enjoying me spanking and shaming you?”
“No sir.” I said actually beginning to feel guilty.
“Exactly, you got some issues, but we’re going to fix those. If you want attention, find another way to do it. Pretend to drop something, or just be slow at a job Erenköy Escort I give you. But you’re not going to give me sass. I’m protecting you right now. I provided this food, and guidance for you, so start acting like it. You also ought to be thankful that I’m going to give your wife the experience of riding a proper dick. So lets be friends here. I think we can all get along fine so long as we give everyone the respect and treatment they deserve. Understood slaves?”
“Yes sir.” We replied in unison before I added. “I’m sorry sir.”
During the rest of dinner we had a pleasant conversation where he asked us how school was going and how our enslavement had progressed. We talked until well after the meal had finished, and Master Evan offered me some beer as well. Soon enough the tables were turned and both Eve and I were plastered as Master Evan had begun sobering up. Finally he decided it was time to have some more fun, so he unlocked my leash from the radiator and picked up both Eve and I, carrying us over his shoulders. Eve and I made eye contact behind him and both busted a gut with surprise as he tapped our butts, using his forearms to keep us in place as he carried us to his bedroom. He threw Eve onto the bed, and she instinctively opened her legs for him. Meanwhile he used his now freed hand to give my rear a couple more swats for good measure before putting me back on my feet.
“Alright Cucky, on the cross.” He ordered pointing to a large x-frame next to the bed. I dutifully stood next to it, spreading my arms and legs to match its span.
“Wrong way, little dick.” He corrected before I turned around. “Still wrong. I thought you were smart.”
I finally understood, and apologized before starting a handstand, which in my inebriated state proved to be impossible.
“Need some help?” Master Evan asked.
“Yes please Sir.” I replied.
“I think you should try harder.”
“Please Master Even, help your clumsy cuckold slave boy get onto this cross.” I begged, inducing further chuckles from Eve. He grabbed me by my ankle lifting my entire body into the air like a fish he had just caught and locked the leg in place with the other hand, before moving on to the other leg and finally my arms.
For the next fifteen minutes I was completely ignored as he fucked Eve, with a condom, apparently a condition for our rental. She screamed as he stretched her out, fucking her hard, driving her body into the bed. He positioned himself in a way to make sure that I could see. She struggled to accept his member and cried out praises as he called her degrading names. I could see her shake with an orgasm over and over again. When Evan new he was going to be finishing, he positioned them doggy style with Eve facing me. He whispered in her ear ordering her to speak to me.
I watched her face contort as she panted with the effort of accepting Master Evans dick, her tits moving back and forth in circles as she started to degrade me. “See this My worthless, little dicked husband? This is how a man fucks. See how he is stretching me like that little dicklet never could? I like being fucked like this. A big, dominant, strong man filling me this much. It just wouldn’t be the same from a meek little slave boy. This is how the world should be, and you know it. The strong get their pick of the women, their pathetic husbands watch, oohh!” She finished, her legs shaking as another orgasm took her and she buried her face in the bed. Her contractions helped Evan to finish, arching backwards and letting out a guttural moan, and pumped his semen into the condom. When he pulled out, the pure volume filling it was amazing. . When he relaxed again he ordered Eve to remove it and feed the contents to me. It was absolutely disgusting. I knew I wasn’t gay, but the shame of the whole situation had me straining harder than ever in my cage.
At the same time I gagged on the vile fluid and lost some to dribble on my face, which Eve kindly cleaned up. Evan released me from my bounds before announcing “I’m disappointed in you Cucky, I gave you a gift to drink and you had enough disrespect to not accept it. You’re going in the bag tonight.” He announced leaving the bedroom for a couple minutes.
“Did you mean all that stuff you said when he was fucking you?” I asked Eve.
“Yes, but that doesn’t change anything between us?”
“How you just said I’m worthless and not a man?”
“Just because you aren’t a man doesn’t mean you’re worthless. According to the auction, you’re worth at least seven grand for three days. He paid fourteen grand for us. Remember you made me cum when Mistress had us fuck on her desk.”
“I made you cum once, and I never lasted as long as Evan that time, or the other times we were allowed to fuck after.”
“I know, and that’s why he’s the Master. He’s my superior, and your superior. Yeah, he fucked me better than you ever could, and I’m thankful to our master for that. But, I love you, not him. He can’t take that away.”
“I Göztepe Escort love you too.” I said, embracing her in a hug as we sat on the floor.
“And don’t you think I’m jealous of Mistress’s tits? Those bazookas are huge, and I see the way you look at them, and I bet she could ride your dick better than I could. You’d cum in a second.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, she’d punish me for cumming inside her too quickly.”
“I’d punish you for cumming too.” Evan said as he came back into the room carrying a black burlap sack. He motioned for me to get in. I did so quietly, hugging my legs in a fetal position as he raised the sides over my head. Once above he closed the opening which had a wire string running through loops which also allowed him to attach a padlock. Once done, he dragged my sacc to the end of the bedroom before readying himself and Eve for bed. I would sleep poorly both because of my confines, and because of my superior giving Eve the most orgasmic night of her life.
Meanwhile that same day, Ms. Abrams would have trouble being released from her self imposed confines.
“You can’t just leave me in this cage! I’m not a slave!” Ms. Abrams decreed from the cell she had erected around herself, recently moved to the back of the theater. The cameraman was still trying to explain the situation to the workers, flabbergasted as to how they couldn’t recognize her from the news. She had become the premier reporter on all things having to do with human chattel after all.
“Sir I cannot just let her out of the cage. First off, we don’t have a key. We need a judge to give a locksmith the okay to break it. I could lose my job, and I just got it if you hadn’t figured that out!” The worker said.
“Hey can you listen to me! I’m not branded, I have a witness and ayee!” Ms. Abrams’ sentence was brought to a halt when the worker stuck her with a cattle prod.
“Shut up you dumb bitch!” The worker ordered. “Look if she isn’t a slave, then why is her cunt soaked?”
“How dare you, you insolent cunt. When I get, woooh. Hey!” Abram’s continued as the worker stuck her gloved fingers in her pussy. She tried to worm away, but the cage prevented her from getting far enough. Sure enough, the workers fingers were glistening when they were removed.
“See, I bet she’d cum in no time if we vibed her, she’s obviously enjoying this. You know what? Let’s just see for ourselves.” The worker said.
Abrams was in fact getting hot and bothered by her predicament. Little did she know, but she only missed the enslavement requirements by a couple points on the Ciaco Submissive Scale, the name given to the overall test the government had used to decide who would be enslaved. It may have been why she had requested to do so many stories around slavery over the past couple weeks. Her true nature only became more evident once the worker inserted a vibrator into her pussy and turned it to the minimum setting. The reporter uncontrollably began swaying her hips back and forth, pushing her generous tits out of the steel cage. When the setting was turned up further she didn’t protest as the worker began groping her tits. Soon enough Abrams came, squirting in her cage.
Almost immediately after her cage was rolled into the back of a pickup truck, exposing her to the whole world as it drove off to the court house. She looked on with both disgust, and sexual curiosity at the larger open bed truck next to hers on the loading dock. There many of the slaves just bought at the auction were loaded up perhaps thirty or forty of them, with cattle tags on their ears, fresh five inch wide bullrings on their noses, and cowbells on their collars. All of the men seemed to be less well endowed than other male slaves that were up for auction, and their pensis were trapped in white, plastic chastity cages. All of the women had large breasts, at least double ds. Little did she know, but the parents and sister of the male slave she had just interviewed in the lobby had been loaded onto that truck, with the Wilson Farm label on the side.
Luckily the initial rush on the courthouse had died down since the very first days of slavery, so the news team, auction-house team, and now a representative of bondo-tech only had to wait a half hour for their hearing. Both parties had agreed at the doors to the courthouse to forgo lawyers, as they believed their cases a sure thing. So Ms. Abrams was wheeled up to the defense side still in her cage, while the bondo-tech representative and now the manager from the auction house sat opposite of them.
Judge Pritter, an elderly woman at least ten years past retirement seemed annoyed that Ms. Abrams was in a cage, rather than just leashed to the desk as had become customary. The jury seemed was definitely annoyed at having been kept in the courthouse since nine am that morning. Hoping to get out before three. But with the steady stream of walk-in cases it wasn’t going to happen. The jury was led by a free woman, perhaps thirty years old. She Acıbadem Escort sat next to a slave owning male in his fifties, followed by a nude slave boy, perhaps eighteen. His face contorted slightly at the sight of Ms. Abrams. The last couple cases had involved some unsightly elderly slaves, and the sight of a naked beautiful woman had led for him to get erect, to the disgust of the man beside him.
The man protested, “Judge can we get some pants, or a chastity cage for the slave-boy. He’s indecent!”
The judge responded, “No sir, you’re going to have to accept it. No clothes, or any items on slave-jurors accept for their collar, or cuffs if the bailiff sees it necessary. Moving on, we’re now hearing the, wait a minute. Case of Bondo-tech and the Cory Auction House vs potential Slave Abrams? How can we have a potential slave?”
The manager from the auction house explained how Abrams was in a cage, for some reason wasn’t branded, but had cum within the cage. A clear indication of being a submissive. Meanwhile the judge pulled up her test scores.
“Now Miss Ava Abram’s can you deny enjoying your time in this cage?” Judge Pritter asked.
“Yes your honor, it’s embarrassing to be seen like this!” Abrams said.
“But you enjoyed being in the cage sexually?”
“Fine, yes, it was hot, but its just a fetish, not enough for these creeps to just claim me!”
“Well, I have your Ciaco Submissiveness Test results here, and it seems you were just on the edge of getting enslaved, but the fetish results were shaky according to one of the proctors. So, I’m going to give the jury three options. One, they declare you a slave right here and now should you give me a petition for it. Two, you apply for a slave-trial period of one week, where you will be treated as a slave but may use a safeword to end the period. If you do that, or deny each option I will fine you three thousand dollars for tampering with another person’s bondage equipment. I will also order you to pay for the destruction of the lock and the time taken out of these two gentlemen’s day to bring you here.” The judge said.
The cameraman who had come with Ms. Bates whispered to her. “Going through a trial period would be great for a story, we’ll get promoted on the spot! You can just say your safe word at the last minute, and we’ll pay the fines with our new fat salaries.”
That was enough to convince Ms. Abrams. “Your honor, I request a trail period of slavery.”
The judge motioned for the jury to deliberate among themselves. So they stood, and walked into an adjacent room. The young slave boys erection bobbing for all to see. They deliberated for only a minute and a half, before they returned and sat. The woman, stood again announcing “I Miss Quina, the non-slave owning member of the jury vote in favor of a trail period of slavery.”
This was followed by “I Mr. Bower, the slave owning member of the jury by virtue of my Slave John Nickler id M82934 vote in favor of a trail period of slavery.”
Finally the slave boy stood again, with his four inch erection pointing directly at Ms. Abrams and said “I Slave Jeremy Vittle, id M23401, property of Mr. Statters also vote in favor of a trail period of slavery.”
“The jury has decided, Ava Abrams, you are sentenced to a trail period of slavery, under the direction of hmm, who’s your employer?”
“I work for channel 7 Ma’am.” Ava responded.
“Then whomever your manager was. Should you complete the seven day trial period, you will be brought back to this court, as a slave.for one final hearing should you not say your safe word of ‘mercy’ before the period has ended. The court will then instruct a jury to decide whether you should be freed, if you are not freed, you shall become property of the Auction house with a quarter value going to Bondo-tech, and another quarter to the news station for their inconvenience. Next!” Judge Pritter announced banging the gavel.
Finally the representative from bondo-tech produced a key for the cage and kindly offered the cameraman a collar, leash and handcuffs. Ms. Abrams was led from the courtroom naked, yet smiling and ready to take on her biggest story yet.
That evening Mark’s family arrived at Wilson Farms after a five hour drive to the south. Before being removed from the truck, a fifty year old man, a little tubby and with skin torched in the sun after years running his farm came off his front porch to examine the new chattel. All he was wearing were his denim overalls, and the mud he refused to wash from himself. “Alright slaves, I’m Master Wilson, and ya’ll are my cattle. Some of you may be used to living like people. But that ends now. You’re animals, just like the cows, and pigs on this farm as well. Animals here do work, and produce food. You males will be working in the fields hauling blows, and collecting produce. You’ll be used as breeders as an award and as needed. You bitches are going to be making milk, and bred. When you’re not doing either you’ll help out in the field. Now I see some of you boys looking at those udders. Just like the pigs there’s no breeding unless I say so. I can’t be bothered to keep track of no dang chastity whatevers. So I’m going to have you all out, but if I see any unauthorized breeding, I’ll flay your hides.”
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