It had almost been a week since the whole thing has happened and how it had happened. Two months earlier, Rakiya had left her comfort zone since that newcomer was finally getting enough on her nerves to get an actual reaction from her. That uppity Romanov was getting on her nerves since she had joined, forced in Rakiya's opinion, way into their closed, elite circle. The slightly older dark skinned woman knew she was the best in the whole circle and she had to show everyone so that Romanov had to accept her wager to not lose face. The whole thing had been easy. Angela Romanov had said that no one could train a slave properly in less than halve a year and they had talked each other into a frenzy until they had reached a time of two months. At that point the rest of the circle had intervened and organized a fresh new slave so none of them could cheat and Rakiya had to prove that she was able to do what she herself had said was possible. With every bet came a prize and every prize was of a high value for everyone in the circle, not to mention that both had to pay the same. If it was something of monetary value, it always would be a percentage of the wealth since, while everyone was rich, not all could afford with ease to pay a million or even more. But neither Rakiya not Angela would have gone with something simple as money, no both agreed that the loser would be the slave of the winner. Nobody would expect from a dominant like those in the circle to be the perfect slave, the winner would have to tame her newest possession for the two months she owned her.
Rakiya was sure she had that blonde under her thumb in no time but somehow everything had gone wrong from day one. Naturally, for the bet, no technological help was allowed to imprint things onto the slaves mind. Nothing the dark skinned beauty would have a problem with, though that slave had been pure hell. She was sure that the circle wanted to punish her for something but it all looked good at the last day. That girl had agreed to play good slave but when it had come to prove everything, that impudent girl stood up, slapped her in the face, spat a member of the circle in the face and ran away while everyone was far to stunned by what had happened. Rakiya made sure that the girl was punished but the wager had been lost. The week she had since then was so she had time to sort her things for the next months while she was not able to do anything. She would be owned by this horrible Angela for that time, as agreed and signed. Angela Romanov would not be the real owner of course, none of the property of her newest slave would come into the blondes possession but Rakiya would not be allowed to even send an old school snail mail to her own mansion.
But this all was now in the past. Part of the week had been a visit to a surgeon, only the best of the best of course. Not like the poor ones who were visiting what they called a street-doc. The major part of the visit had been the implant of an access port of the newest generation, the old had been removed. It was a direct access to her brain, allowing to access many things in a wireless manner but also to insert chips for exchange of data. Since a few generations of those, it was possible to safely, without an 80% chance of brain damage, to install things directly into the mind of the person. Usually it was simple software and libraries full of data to support a job without long training. There was some more interesting applications available though and the circle was known to use it pretty much all the time. Every member had their own style, going from a low level support for their slaves up to making them almost mindless drones. Being a person who honored her own word, regardless how much she grit her teeth, Rakiya simply could not go to see her 'owner' with something that was sub-par. So far, Angela was not known to make her slaves into mindless drones so she would be safe and the additional safeguards of the newest model would help her as well. What it did not help was what Angela Romanov had dictated how Rakiya should approach her mansion.
Rakiya hugged her two best friends in the circle, a redhead and one of Asian descent, the rest only earned a nod and forced smile. She placed the glas she had been holding in a compartment of the long hovercar and opened the door, stepping outside. Every other car passing by was a normal one, rolling on their tires, but the limousine of the small secret society was of the newest technology and was doing exactly what the circle had planned. They were having a lot of attention as the well build beauty left the car, standing there for a few seconds to breath in and out, calming her nerves. What happened next was trained by Rakiya a lot over the last days to get over it as quick as possible. She opened her top, pulled it off, followed by more and more pieces of clothing. Last was her jewelry, placing everything inside the car, standing completely naked on the sidewalk. She was not looking back at the circle, knowing all of them were grinning, seeing the maybe most prominent member of their group like this. Her black hair was thrown back, letting it fall down behind her, covering the access point for the implant below it before she started to walk. A few cold stones until she reached the first steps. From there it was mostly concrete between the short stairs. There were forty steps to climb until she reached the actual front door. She passed small gardens on the way and to one side even an outside pool with a glass front towards the street. Rakiya knew that her 'mistress' was already informed about her arrival. First of all, there had been a given time for her to show up but that was not enough. The AI of the mansion had access to her implant, granted by a program she had to install before arrival and that same AI would surely inform the owner of the mansion about the arrival of her property.
Angela was a late riser, despite knowing that Rakiya was arriving at 9am she still took the time to laze in bed for an hour. Beside her was a dark haired woman laying naked on her side, covered in sweat and oil from the night they had just shared. This woman was Angela's current slave project and she unfortunately had to be released for the time being, which is why Angela gave her a night to remember. The blond woman rose from her bed slowly, stretching as she faced the window, basking in the sun as she felt her spine click, the feeling washing through her like a jolt of electricity. She reached for her phone and saw there were several notifications for Rakiya's arrival, including saved security footage of her entire journey up the mansion.
Not rushing herself even slightly, Angela left her new prize to stand naked at her door as the implant in her neck uploaded the software Angela had set up specifically for her, which her phone told her was 90% complete. While she waited, Angela stepped into her shower, a generously sized glass box big enough for three people, and turned the water on as hot as she could take, washing off the smell of the night before as steam filled the shower and fogged up the glass.
In the bedroom, the dark haired woman had woken up as Angela left for the bathroom. Her expression was sad as she collected the bedding, most of which was still wet from the night they had shared, and placed it in a small automated robot that resembled a small jet black freezer, the automation immediately leaving the room once the lid was closed.
The woman dressed herself neatly, in a black pencil skirt and white button up blouse before securing her hair into a tight bun and leaving the bedroom with a travel case behind her. Angela exited the bathroom just as she left and put on a robe as her phone buzzed, alerting her that the updated software was fully installed.
Downstairs, the dark haired woman opened the front door and found herself eye to eye with Rakiya, staring daggers into the dark skinned woman's soul before passing her, maliciously running the edge of her travel case into Rakiya's leg as she passed. The door was left open, but Rakiya would find that if she attempted to enter the building, a loud buzzing would be heard in her mind.
As the woman's taxi took her away, Angela watched it until it left her view and then left her room and descended the stairs that lead from her room to the front foyer. Approaching Rakiya, Angela's face was plastered with a snide smile as she took a moment to examine her new toy's naked body, something she had been looking forward to all week. "You may enter" she told Rakiya, "and then you may bow at my feet, with that ass of yours pointing out the door" she added, seeing the limo was still watching from the street. She had told the members of their secret circle to bring binoculars if they wanted to see Rakiya's ass bent over.
Rakiya was blissfully unaware of the uploads and thus changes to the software. It was flagged as part of the exchanges needed to link up with the house AI and whatever mobile device Angela would deem necessary. Not that she had any chance to do something against this, not without a device of her own to log into her implant. And even that could be prevented with proper setups or a simple change of access rights and securities. Doing that to someone without their knowledge and even against heir will was highly illegal but the richest of the rich hardly cared about such minor things. By their standards, Rakiya was property for two months and property had no rights to decide on such things. Thus if Angela would do something like that, she would have all the backup of the rest of the secret society. Something she would lose if she did not respect the two months agreed upon and might find herself in a much more dire situation than her newest toy.
With the door closed and not opening, the dark beauty had to wait, lucky for her it was not a rainy or simply cold day and she could endure the situation in the warmth of the beginning day. Rakiya starred daggers at the stranger in the professional attire. Whoever that was, she must be paying that bitch quite some money for this escape from dull meetings. Maybe she was even something on the level of some CEO or such and was no better than some lowly pet when visiting here.
With the door open now, Rakiya took that as invitation to enter, only to flinch and quickly step back when the sudden loud sound surprised and hurt her. The pain was not real, nothing would take any damage, her hearing was completely save. There was a chance a person could get used to this kind of punishment, but for 99% of people this was highly unlikely. As the buzzing and accompanying pain was on a purely mental level, there was no way to get used to it or find a way to ignore it with mental techniques. The blonde bombshell was greeted with even worse stares of daggers but Rakiya knew what she had agreed to and knew pretty well, she would have done something similar. "Thank you..." Rakiya said through gritted teeth. The dark skinned stepped slowly through the door, preparing herself for another buzzing but nothing happened. The AI of the house seemingly was not instructed to play mean games with her but followed the exact wording. Rakiya was betting, that the moment she was allowed to enter, leaving would have the same effect as she had experienced before for entering. A simple solution. Animals had been kept inside regions a long time ago. Cruel and primitive in some way, genius and elegant in another. AI and total surveillance, just locating the implant through tracking was enough, to set all kind of parameters without the need of a deliberate setup. Hell, Rakiya was using the same to ensure slaves did not leave certain rooms like their sleeping quarters during the night. "And then you may bow at my feet, with that ass of yours pointing out the door" earned Angela a look that would slice and dice her into tiny pieces if that would have been possible. Not yet angry enough at Angela, Rakiya decided to follow the instructions surprisingly quickly but without any verbal recognition. First she got down on her knees, then bend forward until she could almost feel the floor with her lips. Some other, more sensitive, parts were pressing against the floor though while her ass was on perfect display. The difference in height to the street was giving her a tiny bit of advantage, she thought. What Rakiya could not see, with her back to the street and her chest pressed into the ground, was that most members of the society had prepared themselves and send tiny drones up in the air to capture the scene for eternity.
With Rakiya's ass on full display and the drones all hovering in position, keeping out of earshot for now, Angela stepped over the bowing Rakiya and squatted down over her. Reaching behind herself, sliding her fingers between her cheeks, Angela grasped the base of a silver plug, feeling a cool dull pain as she carefully pulled it out, staring at the drones with an erotic expression, sticking her tongue out and smiling. Her past career in porn had taught her how to put on a proper show, and she was no stranger to her ass being filled, though she had to admit to herself that this toy was bigger than she'd taken in a while. At four inches long and three wide, it wasn't a big plug by any means, but it was not a small one.
The drones were all zooming in, recording this event in high definition as Angela finally popped the plug out herself, her expression jumping for a moment, before she presented it by lifting it for view. "I don't suppose you have ever had anything up this thicc ass of yours?" Angela asked Rakiya, "because if not, I do have to warn you, my toy's are all marked with a special little device" she said as she brought the plug down to Rakiya's ass, the steel somehow cold despite having been up Angela's rear all night. Angela tapped the base of the plug before it lubed itself through a small ring of holes near the tip. With the plug now ready, Angela began rubbing it between Rakiya's ass, the lube making her exposed inner cheeks shine in the sun as the drones abandoned stealth and came closer, their motors now audible.
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