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The Future is Bleak (Swirl+Draith)

Draith

Super-Earth
Joined
Mar 10, 2009
The world had evolved, its inhabitants had too changed, evolution never ceased, sometimes the changes just take a while. The world had become largely unsustainable for plant life, the only way the world existed as a habitable world was largely through the use of mankind and its use of technology. Large factories worked furiously to emit fresh oxygen into the planets atmosphere. The oceans too had evaporated and much of the mountains that once existed had eroded, humanity had flourished despite the death of life in the earths soil. They traveled the stars, Mars was the primary farming planet, what they grew on mars was sent back to the earth, several other planets and moons had been utilized for such things. After all, the Earth now hosted 35 billion people, it had become a hive world. Every inch of earth had been covered, it was a planet city now.

The world was less dangerous as it was entirely urbanized however it was not exactly safe either. Crime was rather high, Feral animals such as cats, wild dogs, wolves and foxes roamed in packs, Much of the wildlife had died off, those that could fend in urban environments survived, some monkeys, bears and other wild life existed too. Gangs took up areas to call their own and the general morality of humanity had shrunk away. If one thought Reality TV was bad, things had gotten far worse, violence and sex were more prevalent, few taboo's were unexplored, incest for instance was prevalent however off springs were aborted to reduce the number of mentally incapable.

The world was not too friendly for kind, innocent or the meek people, the strongest and most dominant ran things, bullying people into submission. The only group that truly could put the fear of god in such men was the Army Police. A police record meant two things, you were either going to die and be used as fertilizer for farms, or you were going to be collared and enslaved for life.

Amongst the rich and powerful was James, a well to do noble. He had branched off from his family when he was 16, he had taken a woman to be his , in what was now the effective version of marriage, he was 19 when he had the papers filled out. Unfortunately she had died two years later from a mugging gone wrong. James was 6'4" he was no bean pole, he worked out in his personal gym but was by no means looking like John Rambo. He was muscular yes, however he did not take training seriously, he did it for fitness, not for the biggest biceps he could get. He was probably 220 lbs. Caucasian in appearance, dark chocolate brown hair with auburn steaks at the front.

James had recently won the latest Lottery, it would pump his social rating up slightly, but he was already a noble, one of the social elite. It wouldn't assure him any change in friends or social groupings. He had been online for an hour, shopping for things he might like when he came across the advertisement for slaves. His parents had many slaves, he had grown up with them. He hadn't gotten any yet because unlike his father he had yet to make a name and a bank account for himself. Things had changed, he had a bank account and his name was far from dirt.

Browsing the site, he narrowed down the list until he found a select few that he considered, in the end it was a coin toss that decided whether he picked the first one of the second. It was a pity the site had been skimpy on the details, he would have preferred to know more details about them all. The one he picked wasn't terribly expensive, although one had to factor in the expenses cost of them over time, much like buying a puppy, the initial fee wasn't the only one.
 
Two weeks, two weeks since she had been locked up in this cage. Once they gave her a few days to calm down, they took her measurements much to her displeasure, and a couple pictures. Since then the only contact she received was when they came to feed her, though the food was more fitted for a pig. It was that or starve, she chose to swallow her pride and force it down,

Two weeks without a bath, her hair which used to be a ruby red color now lay in greasy mud brown tangles around her slender face. Her skin which used to have a pale complex to it now felt like it was crawling with grime. What she wouldn’t give for some hot water, and a sponge. Green eyes stared out into the dark room as she dragged her bitten and dirt encrusted fingers into the floor and bars of her temporary place. How long would they make her stay in here?

Then her thoughts wandered, how could she have been so stupid to get caught? She had broken into hundreds of stores and houses, why was this one different? Perhaps it was the touch sensitive flooring, or the heat sensitive room. Whatever it was that triggered her arrival she knew for certain that it was the loud siren in her ears that stunned her long enough to get caught. She knew her punishment long before this; she knew when she started this job. She had been cocky and arrogant thinking she wouldn’t get caught, but how long would they make her wait? And how long did the others wait until they were bought?

Some wondered why she would have chosen this path to keep herself sustained, she reasoned that they was so many places to hide and chances to make oneself invisible that her chances of getting captured were slim. Plus coming from a lower than working class family she didn’t really have a lot of options. She never had the chance to go to school, to find a decent paying job to keep a roof over her head, or to keep her from living out in the gutter. She did what she did to keep herself alive, just like anybody else in this filth invested world. In the end this is where it took her. It could have been worse she figured, they could have killed her on spot. There was a never ending list of criminals that had been put to death or sat where she now sat. Perhaps someone thought she might be good for something with her lanky body and curves. She had to appealing to someone, and they would do anything to make a few bucks here and there.

Shaking her head a little she laid her head back down on the concrete covered floor and closed her eyes to the dark underside of her eye lids. Perhaps her dreams would take her somewhere a little more pleasant. Perhaps where the sun was shining and there was grass and flowers to play in.
 
James kept tabs on the bidding, when he was sure that he won he sent a small message to the site, listing where and how he could be contacted and what accessories were necessary to come with the slave. He smiled with the thoughts of what he wanted, having himself this ideal picture, one which would no doubt be shattered when what he got arrived. When one thought up the idea of the ideal slave they tended to imagine the ones raised from birth or a young age, cultivated and trained into the position. Unwavering obedience and the willingness to serve. The captured slaves were far less willing and hardly obedient. At best they were put under what would amount to a lobotomy, crude brain surgery to change their behavior.

James specified for his slave to be collared with a specific model and to be dressed when she arrived. Unlike others, he did not have any clothing fit for a female and as he was unsure that he would want to keep the slave naked the entire time it would be best if she have something to start with. It would also make things safer for them both when they ventured out. He would not have to fend off nearly as many people as if she were clothed. A naked slave in public was often used for the public's needs, irrespective of whether the Master wished it or not at times.

Submitting the details and validating his identification for them it would be three days minimum for the delivery. Three Days in which they could prepare the slave for him. He could wait it out easily, there were many tasks to do over the next 72 hours. If he started them today and worked to get most of them done early he could spend the entire last day waiting, ensuring that his package was delivered.
 
The sound of a heavy key sliding into a lock woke her, then the key's guard opened her cell door. She backed up a little bit, though there wasn't much room. The cage designed longer than it was in depth for just this case. His rough calloused hand grabbed some of her hair and hauled her out, ignoring her cries of protest.

Shackling her ankles to her hands so she couldn't run, he took the center chain in between her hand cuffs and hauled her out of the dark room. The blinding lights in the hall way stunned her, dots popping up in front of her eyes as she groaned a bit and shook her head to try and clear it. He led her to a white room with a woman standing there.

When she woke up again she was laying on something soft. Blinking her bleary eyes up at the dim ceiling she shifted a bit; feeling the shackles still around her wrists. Her neck felt heavy; and sore as she lifted her fingers up and touched the metal collar attached to her neck. Frowning a bit she shifted; it hurt to turn her head. Rubbing her forehead a bit she laid back against the pillows and closed her eyes. She didn't get much time to rest as the man from earlier came back and hauled her up again. This time he brought her to a room where the room was tile and there was a hose with nobs around it. Standing in the center naked, he threw her a brush and some soap and slammed the door shut for her to bathe herself.

She reveled in the hot water as it washed down her body, taking the shampoo sitting on the counter she scrubbed the grime, sweat and grease from it. Doing it twice more to make sure she got it before she poured on conditioner. Maybe they had killed her and she had gone to heaven? cause this was certainly better than anything in the cage. His fist banging on the metal door told her otherwise though. Rinsing out her hair she flipped it back and washed the rest of her body, shaving her legs and what not. She was almost purring in happiness at the feeling of being clean. Such an odd pleasure to have that one took for granted when it was no longer there.

Wrapping a towel around her body, the man entered impatiently and locking the chains back around her dragged her out. Another room was where she was brought and a plain dress was thrown into her hands. Looking up at them the man unlocked her shackles again. "Get dressed." he said standing there watching her.
Shifting uncomfortably she slowly peeled off the towel and wiggled her sticky body into the dress, smoothing it out. It was in no way form flattering and she felt like she was wearing a potatoe sack. Couldn't they have given her some underwear or something? maybe a bra?

It wasn't long before she was sitting in another cage being loaded into a truck to be delivered. Wrapping her hands around the bars she watched as the man slammed the cargo truck door shut leaving her in pitch darkness. Only when it was dark did she hear the others move about, growl or yawn.

It seemed like such a long trip too, but it gave her time to think back on what they did to her during the period where they knocked her out. Her fingers played with the collar with a frown, unsure of what exactly it was for but it seemed to have no latch or any other joining point in it. How long had she been out when they did that? shaking her head gently she cringed a bit when the sun beat down on her white face when the truck door opened again. Black dots once again rose up into her eyes as she looked out at the rich neighborhood they had arrived at.
 
James opened the door as the delivery men knocked at the door, signing for the goods, he read what he was getting, One Control Collar remote chip, one control collar, a dress and a slave. No shoes, no underwear nothing else. It seemed like it was all in order. Reaching for his wristwatch, he took the device off and opened it up so that he could add the new collar chip to it. Testing to see that the chip worked, he set the control collar off, letting it go off at the second setting. It was a mild setting but enough to make any who were unready for it to be in for a surprise.

He looked to the men at the truck as they had unloaded one of the girls, a slim redhead. His focused less on the three delivery men who were shipping the caged redhead towards his home and more to the girl, watching to see how she reacted to the mild settings. He did not let the collar go off for too long, just enough for him to be sure it was working appropriately, five seconds was all he needed.

Standing infront of the cage as the men set it down, James looked down to the red headed slave girl "I am James, your new Master, you will refer to me as Master, or Sir unless I allow you to use my name. You will behave yourself, unlike a free person breaking the law as a slave will not result in death or enslavement, instead you will be given a range of punishments, as light as a mere spanking to the harshest of punishments which would include maiming." He would not maim her however the Armed Police would. "If you attempt to flee you will be punished severely" Waving his wrist watch over the scanner of the cage, he unlocked the cage.

Stepping to the side, he gave her a straight path to the door to his home. Should she deviate he was ready to set the collar off. His home was small, small to today's standard of mansions, however it was more like a McMansion, larger than a standard house but vastly smaller than a real Mansion. All land these days cost a small fortune for a square foot so those who owned their own homes were indeed very rich. James had barely paid his off.
 
Still trying to g used to the bright sun that was glaring down into her face she sighed a bit. Then twisted around in her cage when the men started to pull her down from the truck. Unsuspecting the thing from the collar she jumped and slammed her head up into the top of the cage. Immediately falling down on her chin and holding the top of her head. Her eyes squeezed shut in pain as she whimpered. She twisted uncomfortably as the thing kept going off until he finally stopped. Was that what this collar thing was for? Glowering a bit she slowly pulled herself back and rubbed the small bump on the top of her head.

Shifting a bit she pulled at the collar a little in confusion, a frown on her pale face. Then jerked a bit when the man's voice came to her. Lifting up her green eyes she looked at him quietly listening. She didn't like this already "master" "slave" the words he used, maybe she would have been lucky if she would have just been killed. Maim? that was a relative word, she knew some had their fingers cut off but...at that thought she flexed her fingers a bit and curled up a little away from the man claiming to be her master. She figured she'd make life a little easier and just listen

Her ears caught the little beeping sound as his key opened the cage, the door opening so she could get out, looking to his open front door and up to him she guessed he wanted her to go inside. Crouching a bit she carefully slid out of the cage and then stood up, she was no where near as tall as he was. Her head coming up to his chin at best as she stood. Glancing at him she looked at the other man and then walked towards the house door. She didn't want to feel that uncomfortable feeling from the collar again so she hoped she was right in her movement. Besides she wasn't going to run, what was the point?

Her eyes drifted up to the outside of his house before she walked through the threshold, eying it silently before stepping in and looking at the entrance way. He was rich enough to own a house but poor enough that it wouldn't be a complete mansion.

(sorry if there's any mistakes or random words, my keyboard is being really messed up right now D: )
 
James followed her inside his home, closing the door behind him and locking it out of habit. "Turn to the left and head into the den, there is an arm chair and a bear rug, you will kneel or sit upon the rug facing the chair" directing her from behind, he watched to see how obedient she would be. He had less control over her from behind, but still it gave him the chance to observe her and see whether she would falter in his commands.

James noted her appearance, clean, they had obviously given her a bit of time to clean up. He approved of that although much like his slave, did not feel her dress was particularly flattering. He would rectify the problem, of course what he might want for her could vastly differ from what she wanted, that said he was the free one and she was the slave, her opinion did not matter, property did not have thoughts that mattered.

He spoke up after a few seconds of silence, "You are to be my personal slave, that entails catering to my whims, delivering messages. If I want you to give me a blowjob you will comply just as readily as you would serve me a drink or assist in dressing me. You have already felt some of the pain you might suffer for disobedience, that was merely a warning, the degree to which the collar can shock you can be vastly increased in strength."
 
She took a couple more steps into the house and then paused when she heard the lock click shut. Stopping she looked down the hall way then looked back at him. At mention of the bear rug her eyebrow rose and her lips turned down into a frown "You turned a bear into a rug?" she asked with a disapproving air about the question. "No wonder our planet is down the toilet." looking back around she walked down to the room and stood in the entrance way to the den.

Her eyes trailed up the arm chair, she immediately thought it looked like something what a king in the fairy tales would sit in in his library, Next to a raging fire and reading some of his favorite scripture on a stormy night. She then looked down at the said bear rug but her face did not change in his disapproving glance. "I'm not touching that." she told him firmly.

Turning she looked at him when he spoke again she looked away once she stared at him for a few minutes. "all you rich snobs are all the same, use your hand if that's what you want, or better yet get your head out of your ass and get a decent girlfriend." folding her arms across her chest she leaned against the door frame staring at him.
 
James raised an eyebrow as she seemed to think herself more than just a slave by commenting on his choice of furnishings. "Its better than leaving the carcass for the rats." they had been born into this world with all of its problems, nothing had changed, things had been they way they had been for well over half a century. "I offered you the softest part of the floor to kneel on, if you do not like it than suffer the stone floor instead."

When she stayed in the doorway with her arms folded and spoke about rich folk he tapped at his way and issued a level three zapping to her. It was uncomfortable at the very least, not painful, just very restrictive as it tended to keep the body prone. He kept the charge active as he backhanded her across the cheek firmly. He rendered the charge inert once he had connected his hand to her face. "You are a walking talking piece of meat, designed to fetch what I say, and to do as I say.

Frowning as he had to discipline her and remind her of her place "You will kneel on the rug, whether you wish to or not, and you will beg forgiveness, if you are lucky you may find yourself one new dress before the end of the week if you behave." He had stronger measures to rely on should she continue to be disobedient, he could push the electrical charge to four or five, the fifth setting basically being torture. There was also more physical beatings that he could administer or psychological ones such as stripping her and sending her in public.
 
She glanced back at him and then looked back at the bear rug in front of her with another frown. She supposed he was right on that front; better for the fur to be used as something other than to go to waste. At his next words her eyes shifted over to the stone flooring that covered the room and once again she had to agree with him; it might be softer than the floor...though the shock was completely unexpected. She jerked in surprise and hit the door frame; her body tensing as the shocks traveled down her spine and freezing her muscles, she wouldn't say it hurt but it was uncomfortable.

As if her entire body had seized up on her, she watched him come closer to her and her neck snapped to the side as she was back handed, her numb cheek stung a bit when his fingers connected with it.After her body realized that she wasn't being held she crumpled against the door frame and then sunk down to sit down at his feet, groaning a bit. Her head was pounding a little bit from it.

Lifting her eyes she looked up at him silently wondering on if she should protest or just give up now...she wasn't sure...she didn't want to be shocked again, and if she was smarter than they say then there was definitely a higher version of what she just had. Rubbing her stomach a bit she slowly pulled herself up but said nothing to what he had told her. A new dress would be nice...this one was scratchy and itchy and was starting to hurt her skin.
 
James walked past her as she delayed in her movements, he would allow her this brief period of recovery this time, the next time he probably would not be so kind. Taking a seat in the arm chair by the rug and the fireplace, he leaned back into the chair and got himself comfortable, knowing that his slave would comply with his commands and if she didn't he had a way to punish her without even standing up. Life was good.

He had noted the look she had given him when he had spoken to her before, her eyes had brightened at the talk of new clothing, perhaps he should focus on her rewards for good service, motivate her to assume her role and actively participate. "I see that you like the idea of new clothes, tell your Master what you would do in order to have some new clothes, something that you would be able to do as a slave, not as you were prior to your being captured and collared."

He wondered whether she would say anything or if she would act as she had before, quickly rising to anger and arguing with him or calling him a pervert as the question could easily have been taken as a sexual one. After all she was to kneel infront of him, it was the perfect start if he wanted her to wrap her lips around his cock. It would take very little movement to get the positioning right.
 
She watched him walk past her, her ears catching his foot steps on the stones and then when the chair moved to accommodate his weight. She hesitated for a moment and then walked over quietly and stood on the bear rug. It was softer than she thought it would be; but still course enough to provide some warmth if thats what it would be needed for in a much different situation. Shifting her weight she looked down at it and then sat down on the bare rug facing him. As much as she didn't like it, she didn't want to get punished again.

She had been staring down at her finger nails when he spoke again; lifting her head she looked at him for a few moments and then looked away "He's probably thinking of some perverted act I would say I would do for him..." She thought staring at the wall opposite to her left. After another few moments she turned back to him "I can cook." she replied "and I can play some instruments." she might have been poor, but she wasn't stupid. She did have some education that she learned from her father before he died.

She was not however going to give him any sexual acts, she already stated her opinion on that, the only way he was gonna get between her legs if she couldn't fight him off. Though that wouldn't be very hard, she wasn't very strong.
 
James looked towards her as she knelt on the rug obediently. He could tell that she was not going to be very compliant with him, it had taken one use of the collar to force her to the rug, she would probably struggle with lots of other things. It would be a long time coming before he could get her to give him a blowjob. She would probably bite him and that was not a fun prospect to think about. He listened as she told him she could cook and play instruments.

"You think that cooking and playing music will soothe me into buying you clothes?" looking down at her as she knelt before him "You will be expected to cook for me no matter what, as for music that is nice but i doubt it will sway me. You will work your ass off and at the end of the week if you do not question or pause in your tasks you will be allowed something of my choosing. Should you fail in that you will have two options which I will explain to you after you fail. Given your reluctance to assume your rightful place as a slave I would hazard a guess as to say the two options would be very much disliked."

He did not hint at what the tasks would be but no doubt they would be quite bad. An entire week she had to go without questioning a single order, he could have told her to unzip his pants and pull his cock out and suck it as his first order and if she refused her chance at nice clothes were gone. He probably would not be that mean however.
 
She sat there silently on the warm bear rug and almost deflated when he said her suggestions weren't good enough. Looking away from him; her hands folded into fists. She was stuck, if she didn't do what he asked she'd be punished and wouldn't get something decent to cover herself with; if she did do what he asked he'd be happy but she'd have to completely degrade herself to follow his orders.

She didn't want to get shocked, or have to deal with the armed police, but she didn't want to have do any gross things with him. Either way he was going to win anyways; he had power and money from what she saw anyways.

Her eyes flickered back up to him but she didn't know what to say, she continued to chew on her tongue silently then looked back down at the bear rug. "Fine." she growled out after a good long couple minutes of brooding and silence. "What do you want?"
 
James smiled and watched as she accepted his proposal, reluctantly. "You will stand up and face me, you will remove the garment you have on and place it upon the rug. You will then head to the kitchen and make me two sandwiches, both will have thickly sliced pieces of cheese, tomato, lettuce and ham. Bring them back to me and kneel at my feet as you offer them to me."

He had not opted for something too drastic, sure making her make him food naked was degrading but she would be out of his sight for much of the task, then again he had not told her she could get dressed afterward so it was a long term command perhaps. "You have three seconds to comply, you will no doubt realize the consequences of delaying." His hand rested atop of his watch, ready to manipulate the wrist bound remote into zapping her again should she not comply with him.
 
She sat there on the rug listening to his request, her teeth gritting together at what she had to do to save herself from the punishment of the shocking collar. Her eyes fell upon the watch at his wrist. At the moment she really wanted to rip it off and perhaps shove it down his throat, though of course with his fingers so near to it she would easily be brought down. When he gave her the time limit to obey she stared at him before standing up. Glaring down at him she bent her arms behind her head and dragged the 'dress' over her head and dumped it at her feet, showing him her naked body. She wasn't bad looking, a couple bruises here and there from banging around in her cage when she had first been caught but other than that she had pale skin that contrasted well with the rest of her. Turning around she walked off the bear rug and out into the hall way towards where she thought the kitchen would be.

As soon as his damn sandwich was made she'd get dressed again, he didn't say she couldn't. After finding the kitchen she looked around and then began making his sandwich. Slicing the cheese she clenched the knife a little tighter as she pushed it through. Making the slices thick like what he wanted. Once she had made both of them she stacked them on a plate and headed back to his room where he was sitting.
 
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