Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

Times were tough, and Jacob’s business was struggling. Lenders and creditors continued to make calls for additional credit and assets to back the loans for his business expansion. He needed the money to expand his business into a new area, and he had high hopes for the future, but getting lenders to understand was nearly impossible or to be patient. So he’d finally turned to an angel lender, that helped back his loan in exchange for his pledging or giving up a particular piece of personal property. So he pledged and sold his daughter Oliva in exchange for the money.

The laws of the land were clear, and girl over the age of sixteen became the property of her father, and could be sold or even married off for money. Years ago the war of the sexes ended with the total enslavement of one sex. The rights of women were removed, and instead of the blanket of protection of feminism and equal rights, women now had collars and no rights. So instead of living the life of comfort protected by him, she would now need to learn to serve her master, or whoever got her contract. Jacob felt at some level he’d failed as a father, because he hadn’t trained her, figuring she would remain a free woman under his protection, and now she would go unprepared to her new owner. It wasn’t like she didn’t know the laws, everyone did, but he’d shielded her as best he could, for whatever reason, he never really understood. Her mother was a slave, and he’d bred her to have Oliva and her brother, so it wasn’t like she didn’t know, yet still he wondered if she was ready.

Jacob had already filled out and signed her registration paperwork, and soon a truck would come and take her away, for then asssigned her paperwork over to her new owner, a Mr. Jeff Johnson. Jacob didn’t know the man, but the ruthlessness of the man’s business dealings, and though he didn’t know if she would be his or resold to someone else, he worried for her. She was supposed to arrive home from school in a few minutes, and he’d have to tell her what was going to happen, she didn’t know, she probably didn’t even suspect, as he kept his business problems away from the house. He’d already told his slut wife EasyPussy, that he’d sold her daughter, and though she cried she even told him, how happy Oliva would be in the end, just like she was. And at some level he knew that, and yet, it still caused him a moment of hesitation.

Jacob as all men, had used slave girls, and had no problem doing so, but when his daughter was born, he felt protective of her, and though he knew it was wrong, he’d planned to keep her free as long as possible or even marry her off to a nice man. Now she like all other women her age, was being sold off, and enslaved for the pleasure of whoever owned her. Still he’d included a buyback clause that allowed him to pay twice the purchase price if exercised within 5 years. So there was a small chance he might just get her back.

Olivia was going through changes she didn't quite understand. She was one of the last few girls in school. One of the few that still had to go. She recieved letters from a few of her friends who she thought were husbands were allowed to write. The girls referred to them as their husband. But her daddy screened her mail and she would sometimes come home to an already opened letter saying how perfect life was. What was going on? Why weren't they at school. And what was more, what was this feeling she got in the pit of her stomach every time a guy would push her up against the locker and begin to dry hump her. She could feel his erection against her soft white panties. She would blush and fight with these emotions until the teacher came and pulled them apart.

Girls at the school had a uniform. White panties, white shirt that didn't button all the way to the top showing whatever color of bra they chose, and a mini skirt that was almost too small in teh school colors. If they chose to wear a sweater, all teh better. Her long dark hair was braided. Olivia was a beautiful girl standing 5'7 and her skin was slightly tanned. The boys all drooled over her and leered. Olivia loved this attention. The way that the boys would pin her and whisper that they envied whoever got her. Whatever that meant.

The fathers chose the classes their daughters took. There was one Post War Reclamation class that was taught by the only woman teacher. And that was because her husband was a big benefactor of the school and for some reason a lot of the boys fell over themselves to take the class. Because it was rumored that her husband would sometimes strap her to a St. Andrews Cross and pick the boy who had the highest score in class to come up and do whatever he wanted to his wife. Not that Olivia knew that.

Olivia sighed as she walked home. It was a code of honor amongst men of this day and age. If a man broke the cherry of a girl that did not belong to them, they were immediately sent to neighboring work camps or breeeding villages, where as far as Olivia knew was a farm for raising cows. Olivia frowned as she walked home. Something was different. Something was off. Pulling her bag tighter, she walked up to the door and knocked and walked in.

Her mother, EasyPussy, was smiling as she walkd over to her. Her mother was always naked in the house. Her mother held her daughter close and rubbed her back softly and kissed her temple whispering how she was so very happy for her, that this was the best thing that could happen. Olivia was confused. Unbeknownst to Olivia, when her daughter came of age, EasyPussy begged her master to teach her daughter in the ways of pleasure so that when she was given to a suitable man, she would know how to pleasure him. She was worried for her daughter. She was older than most girls and had never seen a man naked. Had never masterbated. EasyPussy was incredibly worried that her daughter would be sent to a good man who would quickly grow bored of her and sent her where all undesirables went, to a breeding farm intent on just having girl babies.

EasyPussy smiled adn escorted her daughter to the kitchen where she made her a meal. Talking about how she remembered when she was baught by her father. Olivia frowned adn canted her head. What was going on in the world. Bought?

"Wait mom, what do you mean bought? Someone bought me?!" Olivia said as her mother set down a drink before her.

She blushed and looked down. Not because she was ashamed but because she had been ordered not to tell. But surely her master wouldn't be upset since she was already sod to a man. Right?

The deal had been done, his account was flush with the capital he needed, and so his company would get to move forward, the only loss was that of his daughter. And though he had every legal right, he still felt bothered that he’d had to go to this extreme. So he’d made an effort to get home early, to be there and at least say goodbye, and most of all tell his daughter first that he was sorry and let he know if he could he would buy her back when he could. It was stupid of him, almost illogical, but he wanted to do that. So he’d ordered EasyPussy his wife slut not to reveal to his daughter what he’d done, so he could tell her.

Still Jacob was concerned for he’d had EasyPussy far too long, she become accustomed to him, and though it wasn’t against the code or laws, keeping a wife slut past 5 or even 10 years was considered problematic, and asking for trouble. They often became complacent, shirking in their duties and performance. Jacob had brought EasyPussy to originally breed, and had enjoyed her presence, such that he extended her contract and later married her; he wanted to give his daughter a good stable home, and thought EasyPussy’s natural motherly instinct would do well vs. having a nanny or surrogate. Looking back now he realized that might have been a mistake, but he still enjoyed her, and though he could have purchased a nice young fresh slave, he hadn’t done it. Now with Oliva going, he was thinking that such a change might just be called for, a fresh start as it were, plus he was concerned EasyPussy might take the loss of her daughter poorly, he wasn’t sure.

Pulling up to the house, he knew he had some time, not much, but then again too much wasn’t going to help the situation. Parking, he headed through the door, and stepped into the kitchen, and immediately knew something was up. EasyPussy was consoling his daughter who had her head down looking dejected.

What’s going on?

The harsh tone of his voice directed as his slave wife, for he was sure she was the reason for this. Jacob stood just a little over 6’ and had broad shoulders and a deep voice. He’d been successful in business, life, and even love in some ways. His dark thick hair cut short, had patches of gray, but his hair line hadn’t even started to recede though he was almost mid-forties. The deep blue eyes still held the intensity for life and work that he had immersed himself into, as he built his company and his life around it. He was proud of his job, his company and his daughter, and spoke well of all of them. Still today wasn’t the day to get on his bad side, he was already not happy with the situation, and if EasyPussy screwed up as he suspected, she was going to feel his wrath.

EasyPussy answer me!

EasyPussy squealed and ran to him and then knelt down and wrapped her arms around his knees. She wasn't afraid, she was purring and nuzzled her masters cock and shut her eyes breathing. "Nothing, my master, I just slightly mentioned what was going on. Because, I was not sure if you would get back in time to see her off." She squeaked and giggled adn wrapped her arms around him. "Ohh come on master, do not be too upset with me." She whispered and began to paw at his pants as she was usually want to do.

Olivia pressed her head into her hands. She felt the ground opening and felt as if her stomach was dropping down down down down. She felt like she was sick. "Dad, don't be mad at mom. She hasn't said anything. She only hinted at it." Her voice sounded sad. She was sad. Had she done something wrong? Was her father sending her away because he was upset, thought it was best for her, or was it time? Olivia looked at her father. She thought of a man, a man that knew how to please a woman, one that pinned her down and made her feel ten times better than the boys who tried to grope her at school.

She rubbed her face. She then looked at her father and frowned. Standing up, she moved over. "Daddy what is going on? Please tell me?" She whispered. SHe wanted to know the world that was hidden to her. She looked into his eyes begging him. She had to know about the world that was going on.

EasyPussy smiled. "Oh come on my heart, tell her. You have kept her in the dark this long. She is going to be fumbling through her first time and that is going to put her in enough danger already."

As EasyPussy had learned her defensive mechanism for when she’d failed or made a mistake was to offer herself up, and to please her master, Jacob had seen this so many times before, and in fact for a moment he considered, but in the end she’d just failed him one too many times. A mistake he doubted it, she had questioned him more and more about his decision, and that wasn’t a good sign. Jacob stared down at his slut wife and thought about what to do, his eyes stern and cold, the displeasure clear.

Ignoring his wife slave, he turned his attention to his daughter and the clear unhappiness that she was enduring. She was asking all the question that made it clear that EasyPussy had let her know at least basically what was going to happen, maybe not all the detail, but enough. He was trying to put the right words together when EasyPussy had the audacity to tell him what he should do, and to admonish him the master of the house right in front of his daughter, at this critical moment. And for a moment he turned his anger of her.

Shut you fucking mouth slave! I didn’t tell you to speak, and I surely don’t fucking care about your opinion. I’m tired of your disobedience cunt!

Jacob backhands her harder than he’d ever hit her before. He’d wanted to talk to his daughter, but his slut wife had gone too far, and thought that she had a right to be involved in the decision or to question his authority which she had neither. He would realize later he’d allowed this to happen, had let her rise about her place, and that in some fashion he too was at fault, but at this moment none of that even entered his mind. Gathering his anger up and controlling it, he turned to his daughter and spoke.

My daughter, I’d hope to keep you a free woman for as long as you wished to stay, but that was not to be. I may have done you a disservice in not letting you be trained at an earlier age, preparing you for husband or master, which ever it is, not that there is any real difference. For that I’m sorry. However, that doesn’t change that I have sold you, and that you were bought, and today you will leave this house to serve your future master.

He stopped a moment to let it sink in before he continued, trying to say it all so she would understand.

I’ve included in your contract an option for you to be bought back, and I will endeavor to do so, when I can. Though you will never be a free woman again, as your mother EasyPussy has shown, there is a good life ahead of you, if you learn to please, respect and comply with your new master. Learn do to his bidding and you will find happiness as all women should and do. Fail and life will go badly.

EasyPussy was not afraid of him. She could never be. He had dolled out such sweet pleasure and pain all at the same time. She reached up and ran her hands over his stomach and looked at him and smiled and kissed his hip and then moved down to his feet worshipping him.

However, Olivia was afraid of her father. He always had something deep in his eyes that scared her. Something that promised both pain and pleasure. She swallowed and bit her lip and tears filled her eyes. Not of betrayal, but pure fear of her father.

EasyPussy purred. She nodded that she understood but moved forward and kissed up his legs. She was moving back to his crotch when she was slapped hard and flew back and hit the island of teh kitchen. Olivia screamed and ran to her mother and knelt. She had never seen her father do anything like that. She held her mothers face in her hands. EasyPussy was still beautiful and leaned into her daughters hands. Her lip was bleeding. Olivia wiped at it with her thumb and looked up at her father who was out of sorts.

"Daddy, please...don't hit mommy again. Please. I am sorry that you had to sell me, but I knew that one day it was going to happen. At least you got some gain out of it. Mommy was just trying to help. Please." She whispered trying to mediate between the two. She then looked at him and swallowed listening.

"Daddy, I want you to continue and be happy. I will be good. I will be good as mom has been good for you. I want you to be free. I am sorry that you had been shackled to me for so long. I have brought you down." She said and looked down. EasyPussy purred and leaned forward and kissed her lip. "See my love? She is ready, she is ready to submit to someone who can keep her and take care of her like our sex could never do and don't deserve." She purred and wrapped her arms around her daughter and hugged her tightly.

But one word hung in her head. Badly. Badly? Howso.

"Daddy, when you say, things will go badly, what do you mean?" She asked softly.

He’d never been a truly harsh or cruel master, and maybe that was his weakness, for a slave needed strength and discipline. Still Jacob had done it his way, and it had worked for him. EasyPussy was trained even before he got her, and she knew her place, and the place of all women were at the feet of their master, but did his daughter understand that? EasyPussy thought so, but Jacob was unsure. Was she really ready to do her feminine duty, and serve a man, completely as his possession? Prior to the war of the sexes, roles of men and women had merged in order to promote some anachronistic concept of equality, and there was much confusion and discourse. The war and the laws that came out after it, made clear the natural roles men and women would play in the new society, at first some decried the disparity of power, and the subjugation of women, but in the end it became clear to all but a few that this was the natural order of things, that which was meant to be, and that old world was an unnatural aberration that fueled a sick competition between sexes, by trying to ignore the inborn role of men and women. Years had passed, and few if any questioned the wisdom of the war, for woman were natural slaves, meant to serve, while men where natural master’s meant to own.

His daughter rushed to console her mother while explaining she would be good, and she understood what was to happen. Jacob was proud and admonished himself for not enrolling her in discipline and servitude glasses, or even some of the early sexual training classes that prepared a woman for pleasure her future master.

You are right slut wife, she is ready. I should have prepared you more my daughter, maybe even broken you in. Still if you obey and follow your master’s ever command and will, satisfy his needs and you will be happy. I don’t know well this man you are going to, but I do know he is ruthless in business, so be careful you are his to do with as he pleases, and if that means torture or even worse he has the right.

Few if many slaves were ever killed, or truly maimed for they were valuable property, and as such were worth far more trained and undamaged. Yet much could be inflicted on a wayward or disobedient slave, if she were to resist her master. Jacob had always been stern but soft, and didn’t have a particular sadist side that some men had. Still if she bent her knee and did as she was told, she could have a good life. He only hoped she realized that, and did so quickly.

Come my slut wife, suck at your master’s cock one last time.

With the slave laws, such arcane notions that sex was dirty or should only be done in private were gone. Often sex was in public or at home with the family around, it function as natural as drinking or eating. So for Jacob to talk to his daughter while his slut wife serviced him was no more unnatural than his slut wife bringing him a beer or sucking his cock while he watched a game.

Come my daughter and give me a hug, and know that you will be missed.

Of course what he had said to his slut wife, would let her know that she too was about to have a life changing event.

Olivia frowned adn looked at her mother. She knew that now her mother's future was just as unknown as hers. Wherever she went, she hoped that her mom was fine. She gripped her hands and kissed her knuckles and bit her lip. She frowned and stroked her mothers hair and frowned.

"I will endeavor to make you proud of me daddy. Please, if you decide to sell mommy, can you make sure that she gets sent to a good man? I know that I have no right to ask. But it can't hurt to ask." She said and hugged her mother one last tightly afraid for both of them. Tears filled her eyes and knew that in this moment she would probably never get to speak to her mother again. Her mother kissed her jaw and smiled. "I will be fine my beautiful little girl." She whispered into her ear.

Standing up, EasyPussy moved towards his cock and reached forward taking down his zipper and pulled out his cock and began to kiss and worship it before she began to suck it. Not asking what he meant. EasyPussy always knew that one woman never stayed long with a man.

Olivia wasn't bothered when his father ordered their mother. She expected that as a baby, he cradled her while her mother sucked him. She sighed and then stood up and moved forward and leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his body. She leaned into his arms and shut her eyes.

"I love you daddy. " She whispered softly and tears rolled down her face as she realized that she might not again see her father and swallowed hard biting her lip.

Jacob was proud his daughter had grown into a fine young woman, and with the right master she would be a most beautiful and vibrant of slave girls, one any man would be proud to own even him. All he hoped was the next man would see her and realize what a special thing they had, and not crush her. Yet, just as women were trained so were men, they learned the art of ownership, the skills and tricks necessary to be a better master. Slaves were often brought to class, and young men would be shown how to caress, slap, whip, and treat a slave to get the maximum from one. Only when they’d reached the age would they usually be given a slave who was specifically trained to teach them the art of being a man.

So as his wife slut, did one of the last duties he would ever command of her, he hugged his daughter and wished her the best. He caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head, almost wishing he hadn’t signed her contract away, and yet he knew that was foolish. How could she live free, that wasn’t fair to her? If she were free she’d never experience the pleasure of serving, of being owned and of worshipping before a man. His own selfishness was standing between the life she should be living and the one he had for her here. Like any child he needed to let go, and let her live life, and not deny her the happiness she should have, by selfishly keeping her here . Plus to keep her as he’d thought of for so long was in some way doomed to failure. Though a father could keep a daughter slave, it was frowned up not because of the incestuous relationship; as such things with science and technology made such fears unfounded, but simply most men had trouble properly breaking in their daughters. So it was best to let her go, and if the money came available to buy her back already trained and broken in.

I love you too sweetheart!

Jacob patted her back and comforted her, as he felt his shaft grow in his slave wife’s mouth. EasyPussy’s skills and appreciation of her duties, and accompanied by her love for cock evident in every one of her kisses as she worshiped at his member. Truthfully he would miss her too, but it would do them both good to move on, it had been too long. Now that the decision was made, Jacob found himself looking forward to the future, and less worried about what was to be. With his son coming of age, it was time for him to get something new and fresh to have around the house. A girl they both could use and enjoy, and if the things worked out maybe even two. Still that was not today, today he needed to say goodbye to his daughter.

Your daddy is going to miss you, and I’ll make sure you’re mother gets a good master that will appreciate her talents and skills.

His eyes cast down, not embarrassed or shy about watching or letting his daughter watch her mother suck on his cock.

She always did have an oral fixation that I’ve found hard to ignore. And she does know her way around a man’s cock, there is no doubt, and she will make her next master very happy.

One hand reaches down and joins his daughter in petting his slut wife.

Olivia blushed at the lewd noises her mother was making. She was more worried for her than herself. Did men like taking in women that were already used and had children. She leaned her head against her fathers shoulder, knowing that it would probably be the last time that she felt the caring touch of a man. Not that she deserved it. She bit her lip and then looked at her father. Her mother had lost the fire in her eyes a while ago. It was like she was running through the motions. Maybe this new world let the ability of love remain strong by not expecting anyone, not even slaves, to devote themselves to one person their whole life. But she wondered what would happen if her master wanted to keep her for all of her life. What would that be like. To get to know someone as well as she knew herself.

Slowly, Olivia was awaare of her father coming to a sort of peace of what was happening. She smiled and stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. He had done a good job of keeping a stable life for her and her brother. She thanked him for that. But in the pit of her stomach, she wished she was more prepared for what was coming. She hoped if she ever was bred, that her children's father would teach them and prepare them. She smiled as he said he loved her too.

"Then that can get me through whatever lies ahead." She whispered softly.

EasyPussy groaned feeling her old masters cock grow. She continued to slurp and suck enjoying his cock. She reached up and stroked his balls softly playing with them and fondling them. She looked up and smiled and watched him. She hoped that her next master was a bit more strict and knew what she wanted and needed. She loved her master Jacob, but he was a bit too soft and always caved.

"Thank you daddy, that is a kindness to know." She whispered. She knew her father always kept to his word. She smiled as he talked fondly of her mother. "Yes, I am sure she will." She smiled and then bit her lip and stepped back looking around. "So what do I do to get ready? What will I need?" She looked at her father with his wife between his legs sucking down his cock.

Jacob was pleased both his wife and daughter were taking it well. Maybe they both realized that it was time to move on, and that what they had was good, but everyone needed changed. It wasn’t that EasyPussy was a bad slave, she wasn’t, she just didn’t have that fire that she used to. Though how could they have after all of these years, it was natural to get bored, to want something new. Still he’d done it because he wanted to offer his daughter a stable home, and EasyPussy was a good slut wife and mother, and for that he’d kept her, not wanting to risk something different or to upset his daughter while she was young.

So he spent some last quality time with his family, holding his daughter, and letting his slut wife do what she did best.

Everything is going to be okay sweetheart! You’ll do fine, it will all come naturally. Women were meant to submit, and as it has been proven, they are the happiest when they are serving. Just look at your mother, look at how happy she is. Our happiest moments, have been when she’s truly given herself completely up to me. So remember true happiness comes in serving, and better you serve your master, the happier you will be.

Such outdated concept as fear of nudity, monogamy, traditional marriage, incest, and equality of sexes, had all been cast aside when the slave laws came into effect, and after so many years it had been proven how faulty and failed those old misconceived models of life were.

Traditionally slaves are sold naked as we’ve all watch on the Home Slave Shopping Network on television. But you have been sold, so I would say wear something nice and attractive so he gets the pleasure of opening his new present. Your young so it permissible for you to be a little more conservative. Now EasyPussy will need to dress up, make it known she is hungry and very ready to serve her next master, so I would suggest her sluttiest attire that screams she can’t wait to be used.

Even as he spoke Jacob felt the first stirring in his balls, he was drawing closer from the skilled oral attentions of his slut wife.

Do you have any more questions my daughter?

Olivia took calm in his words. She smiled and bit her lip and nodded repeating what he said. "True happiness comes in serving." She whispered and smiled softly. Seh was excited to see who her new master was. But as her father was talking, she worried about what to dress in. Something provocative, sexy, something that made one think of all the delicious things one could do to her and how she would be a delicate candy sweet on the palate. She thought of her master pinning her against a public wall and not dry humping her like the clumsy little boys at school did, but spreading her pussy and taking her as his friends, maybe coworkers, watched. She blushed as she was shaken out of her thoughts and shook her head.

"No daddy, I do not." She smiled adn bit her lip. "I will go get ready." She turned adn walked upstairs not sure what she was going to wear. Men had it so much easier than girls did when it came to dressing up. Men were always handsome no matter what they did. But women being the unworthy of sex had to work hard to keep the attention of their mate lest a better slave come along and snatch him up.

EasyPussy groaned as she continued to suck milking his cock. She curled her arms around his legs and held him tighter. Yes, this was what she wanted. She wanted him. She wanted to taste him, one more time. She already knew what she was going to wear. She smiled shutting her eyes and groaned around his cock gently vibrating him. She panted hotly and growled.

Olivia went into the shower to bathe and shave for her new master. Walking out, she looked through her closet while she dried her hair and put it into a tght braid so it would be curly and wild when she met her master. Maybe she would style it, but it would be a thick ebony mane that begged him to grip it as she pleasured her.

Finally with a broad grin, Olivia found it. It was a fancy dress but one that she always got compliments in. It was a deep plunging neckline with a frilly skirt. It was black, but it would make her hair appear that more ebony. Setting it down, she knew she wouldn't need a bra. Walking over, she pulled on some black frilly panties that were sexy but would promise sweet innocence. She pulled on some dark fishnet stockings and black high heels. Finally she pulled on the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked sexy and she put on some lip gloss and barely any make up.

Pulling her hair out, she pulled the sides back into diamond barrets deciding to keep it down. Walking down she smiled and presented herself to her father. "What do you think?" She said as she did a spin. A lot of her upper thigh was exposed where there was a gap between her skirt and her stockings. "Do you think he will like it?"

Jacob was happy, he was confident he’d made the right decision. No he’d miss both his slut wife and his daughter, but it was the best decision for all of them. So with his daughter momentarily gone, he diverts his attention on to his loyal slut wife. She’d come to him as a beautiful, gorgeous and trained slave girl. After a while, he decided to breed her, and was pleased when she bloomed with his child, and even more so when she’d dropped a nice strong whelp of a daughter from between her legs. So she’d done him proud and for that he’d kept her and married her, and though it was probably not the best decision he wasn’t unhappy with it.

So he took a few last minutes to enjoy his slave wife, in the same way he enjoyed her the first time they met, with her lips wrapped around his cock. His hips move slowly in timing with her bobbing head, the pressure in his balls building as she worked to milk his man seed from his cock. Such an eager little cocksucker she was, almost never a time she didn’t want to suck on his cock. While the feeling built he remember back to her telling him it was her favorite treat to consume her master’s cum, and him telling her she would get fat with as much as she seemed to consume each day, she of course quipped back that it was part of balance diet for a slavegirl. Jacob smiled he would miss EasyPussy, and wondered if any of her sexual preferences had been passed onto his daughter?

Even before he heard the returning footsteps of his daughter, Jacob groaned, the pressure in his cock finally released, his member began to spew and pump its pent up load into the mouth of his loyal slut wife! He didn’t need to hold her or force her; she would willingly work to consume every drop of her master’s load, and then lovingly and dutifully clean his appendage, for truly this would be there last bonding moment. Only when it was done would he lift her up, and slap her ass as he often did to show affection.

Now go get dressed slut, for it time for you to get some new cock.

The way he said it showed his affection, for he knew in his heart she needed something new. He’d over the years given her to friends and associates at parties and dinners, and she always loyally returned, but he could see her renewed enthusiasm when she performed for each of them.

Soon enough his daughter returned looking drop dead gorgeous.

I think you look great sweetheart, and you’ll get your master’s attention with that outfit. Just remember it’s about him and what he wants. Listen, pay attention, and do as you are told.

EasyPussy groaned and continued to suck. She could feel his pressure building. She knew him too well. She shut her eyes and groaned. The stinging in her lip had subsided a little. He had never hit her. That had been a shock. She shut her eyes bobbing her head back and forth. She drank him down gripping his hips so he couldn't pull away. She drank down the fruits of her labor swigging all what he had to give. She had become so expert, she could suck a man off and not spill a drip. She smiled when he was done and sucked and licked him off and even went as far as to dry him off between her breasts. She wrapped her arms around him. She giggled rocking her hips forward and looked into him.

"I will." EasyPussy kissed his cheek gently one last time before she turned and moved into her quarters that she used to get ready. Looking at the pictures he had given her of her holding her new baby. Of them locked in an embrace. She smiled and then looked into her closet and knew immediately what she was going for. She pulled down a red lacy thing that would send any male who looked at her blood pressure up. She then looked and grabbed some matching red leather stiletto boots that she was told she walked in like an angel.

As EasyPussy was getting dressed, Olivia smiled and nodded. "Thanks daddy. And I will. I understand that my life will be devoted to him and his wants and desires. His pleasure is my pleasure." She smiled and then bit her lip and then waited for her mother to emerge. She knew that her mom would look sexy. Whenever they had a dinner party, men were always finding excuses to touch her or carress her. Maybe she was getting bored because her master never showed that glint in his eyes like he would kill and dismember any man who touched her without his go ahead. He saw possessiveness in some masters eyes. Sometimes they just didn't care.

EasyPussy meanwhile pulled on the lacy lingerie and her boots and brushed her hair and teeth and walked out to show her master what he was giving up. She smiled and looked at him adn put her hands on her hips.

"What do you have to say?"

Olivia saw her mom and her jaw dropped. Her mother looked like a succubus ready to suck the soul of any man that was not careful.

Jacob nodded in appreciation as his slut wife came into the room and displayed her skimpy outfit and ‘fuck me’ boots. She was skilled, still in the prime of her life, and mature enough to handle things with experience, so she’d do well at auction.

I think you’ll bring a good price at auction slut!

This of course for a slave girl, was a way to show your appreciation, for every slave girl wanted to be purchased for the highest price possible, they took it as a mark of pride, they could bring such a high price. Jacob let his eyes cast over his slut wife one last time in lust, for soon the Bureau of Female Affairs (BFA) slave wagon would be along to pick them both up.

The BFA would confirm their papers and registration were in order, if their blood test weren’t up to date they would be tested, to make sure they were clean, before taking them each to their intended destination. All slaves were licensed and registered with the BFA. EasyPussy was on file, as she’d already been bought and sold before, only her blood test would be need to be updated, and that would be done prior to auction, and Jacob would just receive the difference of her selling price, less commission and testing. Since, he knew he was going to sell his daughter; she would just be checked, collared and probably shipped directly to her new owner with minimal delay, as all other tests had already been done, discreetly during her annual examination. Slaves were valuable property and even the government knew to take care in their handling and processing.

The girls were still twirling and swirling as they showed off, and that was something else that had changed too with the female slavery laws. Before a girl would dress up only for parties or a special event, and if she dressed up in a provocative or enticing manner she would be called a slut or attention whore. Now girls were supposed to dress up, to make themselves attractive and if someone called you a ‘slut’, than it was just a compliment. Girls were free to be attractive to, to be women, to put themselves out there for the sole purpose of attracting men’s attentions. Most master’s required their slaves to dress in such a sexual manner, especially when going out, or when guests were coming over, for they were proud of their property and wanted to show off what they owned. Naked was fine and a convenient condition that worked too, but a little clothing went a long way in getting attention, especially when it accentuated their natural assets. The girls were naturally showing off when a knock at the door was heard.

Answer it EasyPussy, I think your ride has arrived.

EasyPussy was laughing and giggling as she draped an arm around his neck and nipped at his chin and whispered in her ear as she was usually always doing letting her lips graze across his ear.

"Try not to miss me too much." She finished it off with a playful bite to his ear. She moved to the door when it knocked. Her ass shown off. She opened the door and looked down in respect opening the door for the man.

Olivia was not sure what to be expecting when she turned adn saw the man at the door. She looked at her father and moved forward to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. EasyPussy raised her hand to her lips adn blew her once master a kiss in farewll. She was moved to the back of the van. Soon they came back for her watching her give her father one last hug.

"I will miss you." She whispered and then turned and followed the men as they lead her to teh truck. Inside were a lot of different women all dressed up. Some like EasyPussy, others like her. She smiled and folded her hands on her lap. She saw that some women were ball gagged and were crying. What stupid girls, she thought to herself, only a woman who didn't know their place in teh world were crying. They had to do only what their master told them to. They didn't have to work, didn't have to keep up with potical problems, didn't even have to pay bills. Well, sometimes it was nto required, but a man could sell his slave, or just let the tax collector get a few hours in if he liked what he saw.

A girl could have it so easy if she played her cards right.

Jacob gave each of his girls a kiss, and his slut wife a last slap to her ass, sending her on her way. Seeing her sashay away, reminded him of how much he enjoyed fucking that slut wife of his, especially in the that tight little ass of hers. Oh well, he needed to put all of this behind him, and start thinking to the future. The stern, no nonsense man in the uniform brought back to Jacob an electronic device to sign and put his thumb print next to for each of the transactions. He also answer several verbal questions, for the record to further confirm his identity, soon enough the door was shut and the house empty for the first time in a long while. Turning back he heads to the living room to see what sales were going on television, and to start a search for a new slave girl.

The girls were all taken to a processing center, those scheduled for the breeding pens were sorted out, and those with papers in order were sent to holding areas, while others were sent to testing. Those for auction were grades on their physical attributes and on skill sets, their slave resumes put in order. Virginities were check if such was noted. Though there were many women here of most were beautiful and in shape, few would be considered sort of fat or ugly, as those traits were quickly bred out. Man had used his knowledge of science and genes to help create the perfect physical specimens and to eliminate those undesirable traits. Force was frowned upon, and instead, electrical prods help keep those reluctant moving along to their proper locations, because of course it was a very civilized society they lived in.

On occasion Olivia was asked questions, or directed a particular way. Some of the women now free from their prior master’s were already trying to entice the guards, as they were the first males available, and a slave girl wasn’t happy if she wasn’t being used. Others seemed reluctant, still other antsy as if they couldn’t wait to be shipped out asking about when they would leave. Olivia got put into a cell, really just a room with bench seats, like a waiting room, as they waited for the overhead screen to show their numbers. The processing center really working much like a modified bus terminal.

Soon enough Olivia was on the special modified truck, the girls in her vehicle all asking and talking about who their master would be, would he be well hung, would he be good looking, would he hold them down and fuck them the way they liked it best. The conversations were those of slave girls, girls who wanted to be with masters, girls who couldn’t wait to again kneel, serve, and open their legs. The talk sometimes very detailed, crude and vulgar as they talked about how much they loved cock and where they liked cock. Several of the girls try to involve Olivia in this discourse in their slave girl talk.

So do you know who you master is, does he have a big dick?

Which is your favorite way to suck cock, lying down or kneeling?

Which is your favorite hole for him to fuck you in?

All of them adding in what they liked or didn't like. One of the girls had her legs spread and was getting herself all wet so she would be ready.

She smiled and walked away. She got into the truck and that was where she last saw her mother. Olivia was now alone in a world too new. She looked around. The processing center was strange and very different. The guards were helpful, looking at tablets in their arms. They helped filter the girls. She smiled as she was guided into a line seperate from the other lines. She was walking. For some reason, even though this was new, she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. She stood in a line full of other virgins.

The guards guided her to a room that was curtained off. She leaned back in a chair and the doctor came forward gloved and cleaned and urged her legs apart and gingerly slid a finger into her. She leaned her head back and groaned softly. The doctor felt her wall and then pulled back and took off his glove and motioned her on and made a reference on her chart that said she was a certified virgin. They moved her along. She heard several girls talk to the guards. She was directed to a cell adn sat down. Curling her leg under her body she smiled and talked to the other girls.

When the number popped up, she walked out to the tuck. She was helped up by guards that touched her as if she was something fragile. As she rode she listened to teh girls and blushed. She didn't know too much. She didn't know anything at all. She folded her hands in her lap and blushed as they began to talk. Soon they included her in the conversation.

"I don't know who my master, my father sold me to save his business. I have never sucked cock. The most I have gotten was a dry hump in the hallway. I am a virgin. The most of a fucked hole I got was when the doctor at the sorting building was making sure I was a virgin." She crossed her legs and blushed a bit laughing. She looked at a beautiful fair girl with platinum hair finger herself. She knew she did not belong to herself so to touch herself in such a way could make her master mad. She bit her lip wondering if something would happen.

The girls weren’t surprised that Olivia was a virgin, that was a most coveted feature for a new slave girl, but that she hadn’t been trained or sucked a cock amazed them, not even a cock in the ass, where virginity didn’t matter. A few scoffed, others felt sorry for her, simply because they realized she had no clue, and was truly going into this blind. They hoped she had a kind master that would allow for such deficiencies, for who ever had raised her, hadn’t done her any service by forgoing her training. A few muttered under their breaths about how her father should have at least taught his daughter the basics.

The ride across town wasn’t long, for they never even got out of the business district. They pulled up to a large office building, in the center of town. Only the second stop and the first was for a dance club, that needed a new girl, they indicated for Olivia to exit the truck. One of the guards helped her down and guided her to the main desk, a brief conversation, and they were directed to the elevator and the 45th floor. The floor was occupied by a single company denoted by the impressive gilded sign ‘J.J. Investments LLC’. The guard used to such ostentatious lobbies, as most corporations of any note had such areas, both to impress their guests as well as to state their success. Stepping up the guard had a short discussion with the gorgeous almost naked receptionist, another feature meant to impress. There were told to wait a moment, before they were directed to the a large office of no other than Jeff Johnson the founder and President of this company. The large office was furnished with an impressive array of items, and pictures of Mr. Johnson, and many of those in power. The furnishings were exquisite, with a definitive masculine taste, colors tending to toward the dark and rich end. The guard quickly stepped forward, asked a few questions, and had him speak into the device, apply his thumb and accept delivery. The guard quickly withdraws, leaving Olivia to stand there, the silence is unnerving.

Jeff Johnson was in his mid to late forties, a man of means, a self made man that had an eye for investments, and knew where to put his money for maximum return. His last slave had passed away in a car accident, and he’d not had one for a while, as business was busy, and he just didn’t feel like going through it again so soon. However, he was a man, and he had needs, and though his friends often offered up their slaves for his use, he wanted something new, something fresh, so he could start over.

Younger girls usually went to older men, not only because they could afford them, but it made sense, older men had the wisdom, experience and knowledge to train the younger girls, they had the patience that a younger man did not. And the reverse was true, older women usually went to younger men, not only because they could give new masters the experience they needed, but so too their needs were at a peak, and they matched those of a young man. Prior to the slavery laws, such relationships and differences in ages might be looked down upon, but now it was clear the wisdom of these relationships. Older men felt rejuvenated by younger women, and younger men, felt mature and experienced under the tutelage of an older women. It was amazing how many misguided precepts and social norms were all screwed up prior to the slave laws.

Mr. Johnson came around his desk and surveys his newest possession, never saying a word, but simply inspecting her. He briefly looked at a piece of paper on his desk, though he’d already knew it by heart.

Please state your name and age. And tell me why you are here, and who selected your attire and why?

The tone was matter of fact, nothing about it gave any hint to the person that stood before her with a solemn and serious gaze. His voice was deep, with almost a rumbling tone to it, he clearly was used to people or slaves following his commands.

Olivia watched something akin to horror and pity pass over the girls faces. In that moment, she despised her father. She was like a bird with her wings clipped suddenly thrown into the world and expected to fly. She dropped her head and and shook it as rage began to fill her. "Fathers..." She balled her fists up. She knew now why EasyPussy was always giving her looks when she thought she wasn't looking of horror. Like something was terribly wrong. EasyPussy had been right all along. Maybe that was why her father sold her and she was glad to go. She swallowed as the rage began to cool into panic. Leaning forward, she put her face into her hands. One of the girls, one of the older ones with strong features and body with long red hair smiled patted her back consoling her.

"Hey there, sucking a cock is not hard. If it were, then no woman would be able to do it. And sometimes masters like anally training their sluts. You will do fine as long as you try." She smiled wider and Olivia looked up at her. She opened her mouth to respond but the truck stopped and retrieved her. She looked up and around. Was her master the owner of this building?

She walked flanked by the guards. Who talked to a reception desk and walked her to the elevator. She spied that the floor belonged to one business. She stepped out and walked with the guards. She looked at the receptionist and smilied. She spied the bowl of sweets and she began to salivate. How long had it been since she had candy? Masters were the ones that dictated when women got candy. She bit her lip. Her father let her try candy once but tat was a long time ago. On her way to school she passed a candy shop run by the candy maker and his beautiful sluts. It looked something akin to heaven.

Soon she was snapped out of her day dream and lead to an office. Jeff Johnson. His office was large and a beautiful overlook of the city. She let her eyes roam over the picures. The man in most of them, the man she percieved to be her new master, he was imporessive. Everything about him screamed power. She instantly began to get wet thikng ofnd that lovely leather couch in the corner. She blushed as the guard began to sign her over and make sure that he was teh correct man. Giving him all her information, then they left. She stood there folding her hands in front of her and looked down, not all the way down so that her hair would curtain her face, but down enough that she showed respect. She stood on a dark rug and she had her eyes trained on the bottom of her desk. She hadn't looked at her master yet.

"My name used to be Olivia, but now I long for you to call me whatever you wish. I am here to serve you and be your humble slut until you grow tired of me and send me away. I selected my attire in hopes to please you. i am not worthy." She felt herself say. It was like it was all instinctual. Her tone was soft but yet clear enough to be heard. She did feel a desire to serve him and make him smile. His voice sent electric currents down her back to a spot in her stomach that grew warm and spread.

The older man, surveyed his property, and though he’d had high resolution three dimensional pictures of her, it still didn’t do the young woman justice. Her figure and her initial demeanor were excellent. From her bio and course work he could see that she had a minimal amount of training if any at all, which he preferred as he found some of the trained girls to be all alike in their answers and responses. He wanted something fresh, something that was untouched, unsullied and even untrained. In his own mind it was a sign of laziness on men’s part to find a girl who had the perfect pedigree of classes and experience, before purchasing them. For him a man should enjoy the pleasure of breaking a new slave in, while enjoying its transformation from the innocent and naïve, to that of a sultry and sexy slave girl. To watch and enjoy the sexual awakening of her mind and body, while it learned the joys and pleasures of serving and submitting. Jeff knew that she’d been given with her shots a birth control package, that would work for two years unless a counter agent was injected. Something that young he didn’t want to breed, or have the interference of a pregnancy, he would consider later, depending on how things went. He’d paid a high price for not only her age, her virginity, but also all her genetic markers were excellent, which added to her value, as man had applied their ample knowledge and science to the art of slavery.

You are here to serve, a young inexperience girl, without a modicum of training or knowledge? You can’t even answer a simple question, should I then convey from that you are also stupid?

The harshness of his tone was more to set her off to see what reaction he would get. Jeff already knew from her test scores that she was anything but stupid, but it never hurt to humiliate a slave just to let them know their place. Plus a man should always gain quick dominance over a woman, so she clearly knew who was her master.

This time I will speak slower so you understand, not only will you answer me and you will do so with the proper honorific. Your name? Your age?

The tone wasn’t cruel or mean, simply stern and commanding. Jeff Johnson owned a successful company, and by some he would be considered rich, though for him the money was simply a result of hard work and effort, and meant less to him than some might think. Still he enjoyed some of the trappings of success, and the things it could buy. The innocent little thing with her head down was an excellent example of one of those things.

Olivia blushed harder as she listened to him. She had screwed up in such a short amount of time. She wanted to cry, to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness. She also wanted to shout at him and demand to know what he wanted. Instead, she looked down and kept her face unreadable. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and began to answer again.

"Sir, my name is Olivia Wilde, I am sixteen years old." She then swallowed before she continued. "I am sorry if I seem stupid, I am just astounded to be in the presence of someone of fine appearance as you. I do not deservee such handsomeness or beauty. Please forgive me." She said all the while not looking at him. If she screwed this up, there would be no going back. She would have successfully ruined her life.

But she didn't want to leave. Olivia wanted to stay and serve and be taught. She then looked down. Olivia took in a deep breath. She waited eagerly for his response.

With a stern look, he gazed upon her as she now followed his orders to the letter. The girl was nervous that was clear, and probably afraid. Though she had expounded on his person and attempted to gain his favor by dispensing a series of compliments. Not that he didn’t enjoy such verbal praise, but it did nothing to change the situation or to truly enhance hers. Still, the soft innocent way that she tried to please did not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Well slave, nice to meet you, and for now you are forgiven. From now on, you will just be referred to as Cunt and once you’ve been broken in, I will give you a real slave name. You may call me Sir, Master or Milord, anything else and you will be punished.

His eyes continued to inspect her, pleased with the curves and development of her young body, as she was coming very well into her womanhood. His first impulse was to throw her on the desk and have his way, but that didn’t serve his purpose in the long run, and probably would be counterproductive to how he wanted to her to develop. He was going to take his time, and enjoy each part of her submission and transformation.

My word is law, and you will follow it without hesitation, the only exceptions are serious harm or death. I expect that you will endeavor to do your best, and never shirk in your duties. I realize your inexperience, and some allotment will be given to that but in the end you will need to put in extra efforts to make up for it. Do you understand what I’m saying Cunt?

Jeff’s tone and demeanor was clear, he was a strong man and she wouldn’t have any the wiggle room that her father had given EasyPussy. Though he sounded strict, also there was no malice or viciousness in his words. As soon as she answered in the affirmative, as he didn’t think there would be any reason for her to answer any other way.

Now slowly strip, entice me. Show me what I now own.

She could feel the stern look on his face. She swallowed hard. She didn't need to look at him. She bit her lip. When she heard that she had been forgiven, she nodded. She continued to listen to him give her a new name. She felt his eyes move over her, but they gave her a different feeling than the boys at school gave her. His look gave her a real thrill that made her heart pound faster and faster. Wanting to give everything he asked of to him. She swallowed as he continued to talk.

His honey voice washing over her and igniting the burning within her. SHe wanted to have him talk to her. Tell her everything he had ever experienced. She looked at him and smiled. "Yes, sir, I understand." She looked at him. She smiled and then began to slowly dance before him. She was swaying her hips and ran her hips from her stomach up over her breasts. She leaned her head back to the side adn continued to sway her hips.

Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp that held her dress behind her neck. She undid it, but held onto her breasts and continued to dance. The straps fell down and she held her hands over her breasts. They were perky and full, but she did not let him see it. She turned so her back faced him and continued to sway to a song only she could hear.

She reached behind her and pulled down the skirt of her dress and stepped out leaving her frilly panties. Wrapping her arm over her breasts so he could not see them fully yet, she turned and swayed adn danced and gyrated her hips in telling him how much she wanted him. Then she slowly did a spin and turned er back to him.

Grabbing her panties, she let her breasts go and slowly pulled the strap down showing inch by savory inch of her ass. Her pussy had not been shaved but merely trimmed. She bent down so her ass would be snown and she turned and raised her hands over her head and swayed her now bare hips.

She was taken with her dance too. She danced adn moved her arms over her head adn contineud to dance until he asked her to stop.

The sexy young thing had taken his word strip to mean dance, or she felt that dancing was a way to entice him, and he could not refute her logic on the matter. The dance was slow as she moved and worked to remove her dress, taking time to hide her tits, not as a way to deny him their presence, but as a way to tempt him prior to their reveal. The girl was a natural; Jeff was sure he' made the right choice, as he listened to her words and watched her dance. The young thing needed to please and to serve that was clear. The slave laws were still ridiculed by a very small minority, but Jeff knew as did the vast majority of people knew of their legitimacy, and more importantly that women were natural slaves, born form time immortal to serve. The young girl, not yet a woman, danced and moved, her every action a plead to be taken, to be enslaved. Some would say women were being forced, but the reality it was their destiny, and though some would run and kneel to be collared, others were reluctant at first, in the end few would take their collar off for any reason. Jeff smiled enjoying the young woman’s show, as she tried her best to show her body and to do it for his gratification.

Nice.

He commented when she let go her gravity defying tits, and did a little tease of extracting her panties from the crack of her ass, pulling them down to show her neatly trimmed muff. Jeff though experienced, wasn’t immune to the feminine charms of a beautiful woman, and so as she bent, he felt a stirring, for as natural and normal for a woman to be a slave, he reacted as a man should. Before society was embarrassed or even reluctant to admit their natural and normal reactions to the opposite sex, now such things weren’t repressed or considered embarrassing, as both sexes had embraced their true feelings and sexuality. So Jeff made no effort to hide his initial reaction, and simply stood and watched her performance. Plus shouldn’t a slave know that her efforts were working; shouldn’t she see the results of her submission?

Continue.

Jeff didn’t say a lot, and he was enjoying the show, and though she wasn’t trained in slave dancing, her labors weren’t unsatisfactory. The slave laws had done another thing and removed the arbitrary and ridiculous age limitation of eighteen for adulthood. Such was frivolous and counterproductive to man and slave, and was totally uncalled for. You could marry a fifteen or sixteen year old, but you couldn’t have sexual relations unless married was obviously absurd, and discarded when the slave laws came into effect. Any girl over the age of fifteen was available, and if her master was older wasn’t any issue, because it didn’t make sense. Such was the common sense and practical nature of the laws.

Come closer … look at me, dance for me. Closer.