Title: A Totalitarian Dystopia: Breeding New Livestock

Summary: On a dystopian alternate earth under a new world
government, slave children are bred industrially and forced to
serve humanity in every way imaginable.

Keywords: ped, nc, Mg, Mgg, Mb, tor, sad, slavery, scat, ws,
snuff, bd, humil, prost, md, va, oral, anal, ScFi,
objectification

Author: Bernd Lauert

Disclaimer: This is fiction. All characters and events are
imaginary. It contains severe graphic violence and nonconsensual
underage sex. Read or avoid at your own discretion.



Note: The beginning consists of scenario exposition. You can skip
directly to the character segments by scrolling down to the ***
or crtl+f "Max".



=== Breeding New Livestock ===


After the Last War, when the new world government had defeated
the last military forces of the resistance and established
centralized control over the whole globe, a new era of sexual
slavery began.

In order to stifle unrest among the fearful world population, a
mix of carrots and sticks was used by the totalitarians. The
sticks were most prominent: Massive surveillance and an
oppressive military police equipped with cutting-edge crowd
control tech. Their methods were intrusive and brutal against
dissenters, but avoided harm to compliant civilians. This created
a fragile forced peace in the first phase of the tyrants' new
rule.

For the carrots, a new form of slavery was introduced. The rules
were simple: No one would ever be enslaved. Instead, additional
slave children would be bred to serve everyone. Despite being
merciless against resistance, the tyrants aimed at long-term
collaboration with the world citizenry. They knew they could not
rule forever against a critical mass of educated and influencial
people with only brute force. So they created a new slave class
under them, and guaranteed permanent free citizen status to every
existing person at the beginning of their rule. They called these
slave children "New Livestock", and they would be bred
exclusively for the purpose of slavery.

To bootstrap the system, all girls and women between 13 and 35
were asked to make additional babies, born as New Livestock, and
sell them to the government. The initial compensation was very
high, especially for baby girls, and funded through global
taxation and the seized war assets. Those who refused to provide
at least one slave child "in service to humanity" had to pay a
huge fine instead, which was also used to pay the volunteers. For
those who could not pay up, one pregnancy was mandatory. Many
poor teenage girls and young women turned to prostitution or
worked long hours just to cough up the money and avoid this duty.
But many others took the lucrative option and made babies for the
tyrants instead.

And so the first generation of slave girls was born. They, of
course, had no right to say no to a pregnancy at all. Some were
sold as sex slaves or put to work, but most of them spent their
entire lives pregnant in a small stall. As soon as they reached
puberty, they were repeatedly impregnated with high-quality sperm
to make as many slave children as possible, as fast as possible.
Soon, a growing population of human chattel entered the economy
as objects of permanent subservience to the world state and its
citizens.

Most slaves were in the direct possession of the government, but
they were also bought, bred and sold on the private market. And
any free woman could choose to make a New Livestock baby at any
time, to keep or sell, which was of course taxed by the tyrants
as well.

The returns from the New Livestock's labor and sale, and global
tax revenue from the private market, were then used to give a
basic income guarantee to every free citizen. It was miniscule at
first, but grew in time with the slaves' population. As soon as
the second and third slave generations were old enough to be
economically useful in any way, they were aggressively exploited.
After that, no one else had to work for a basic living ever
again, and the wealthy had a new form of investment available.
This was the carrot to the stick.

New Livestock children were born without rights, and their owners
could abuse them in any way they wanted, sell them without
consent, or even kill them. The only freedom they were given was
painless death: If a slave signalled to the surveillance system
that it wanted to die, it was auto-injected immediately with a
deadly dose of a fast-acting barbiturate.

This option had to be explained to each slave child as soon as
they were old enough to understand it. It was the only "humane"
law the tyrants had passed to buffer the brutality of slavery and
make it sound consensual as a propaganda tool: "We offer them the
gift of life. If they don't like it, they can give it back."

It was advertised that this actually made them better off than
all the other livestock, which did not even have this choice, so
it was in fact more moral to breed and use these dedicated
children than ordinary pigs or cows.

In order to keep the suicide rate low despite this fundamental
exit option, most owners used advanced pleasure drugs to keep the
New Livestock motivated. Those who chose death anyway were
quickly replaced by the breeders.

Since they were bred aggressively and industrially, slave
children were soon almost as cheap as other livestock, and
equally abundant. This lowered the price of goods, services and
of course prostitution worldwide, and even the poorest free
citizen could afford them due to their basic income guarantee.
Wages for unskilled labor and sex dropped precipitously, but
since no free citizen had to work, and free speech was banned,
there was little protest.

Obviously, there was no age of consent for slave children, and in
fact only their owner's consent was required to force any
imaginable sex act on them. A piece of New Livestock had no say
what happened to its body, which was the property of its owner.
They were not people under the law, but objects of unrestricted
use. And since they were put to use as soon as possible to
extract profit, forced child labor and sex quickly became a
ubiquitous part of the world economy.

The media under the tyrants' control launched massive propaganda
efforts to create cultural acceptance for this system, combined
with universal censorship of critics. Soon, molesting and
exploiting slave kids was a moral thing to do, and criticism
officially unheard of. After all, that's what this particular
kind of livestock was bred for, and it was always emphasized that
they would otherwise not even exist, and if they didn't
appreciate it, they could cease to exist without pain again at
any time.

Naturally, the life expectancy of New Livestock was much lower
than that of people. Slave lives were cheap and children were
cheapest because they could be replaced faster by new ones. Most
slaves were trained, sold and used from early childhood onward,
and killed off once their attractiveness and usefulness declined.
Especially the sex slaves rarely lived beyond their thirties.

After half a century of censorship, propaganda and universal
slavery profiteering, most of humanity had accepted its
tyrannical rulers with docility and selfishness. Any guilty
conscience was expressed by hitting the New Livestock a little
less often, or giving them more drugs, or allowing them a little
more rest, rather than protesting the system. And any remaining
frustration with the status quo was vented through sexual
aggression against the sex slaves, or defused through consumption
of the goods and services the labor slaves toiled to provide,
rather than fruitless rebellion against the world government.

There was no official doubt: This system was built to last, and
humanity was better off for it.

***

Max Lorne was a free citizen born 60 years after this stable
tyranny had been established. He worked for the police state and
his job was to apply brutal force to dissenters and overt critics
of the world government. Max had two younger sisters who had both
been born as New Livestock by his mother's choice when he was a
kid. Immediately after their birth, she sold them to a "living
sex toy" company for a small amount of extra cash. When Max asked
her why, she said she wanted to show her loyalty to the
government. She then used the money to buy new shoes.

Max tried to check up on his sisters years later, but couldn't
identify them. The company didn't use babies for sex toys, but
children as young as 5, so his sisters probably spent their first
few years in a cage being cheaply nourished and taught language
by a tutoring software, just to have their slave status and their
suicide option explained to them, and then receive severe sex and
obedience training all day every day.

After that, they would spend the rest of their short lives inside
a standardized "fuckbox" or semi-permanent restraining outfit, to
be shipped to a brothel or private household. There they would
exist as nothing but living sex gadgets, with their orifices
well-presented and ever-available for unannounced rape. Or
perhaps the company kept them as breeding stock. Max never found
out, and he didn't care too much.

What he did care about was his own money. As a loyalist to the
tyrants, he earned very well. Most of his savings were invested
in the stock market, notably in Fuckmeat and Workhorse, a New
Livestock breeding company that had shown very high growth rates.
Over the decades, he had accumulated a small fortune from the
firm which bred, trained and sold slave children and teenagers,
mostly for sexual purposes, but also for all kinds of labor and
household services.

The returns from his investments had afforded him a luxurious
domicile with his own considerable stable of sex slaves. Since
children were cheapest to buy and he preferred to rape child
slaves anyway, he routinely bought fresh ones, usually from the
company he co-owned, and added them to his private stable.

Right now, the muscular military man had his dick in the mouth of
a 7-year-old brunette wearing nothing but a tight slave collar on
her neck and handcuffs behind her back. He had bought her
yesterday and had spent pretty much all the time since then with
his cock in her face. She had been trained well by his company
and was already a talented and experienced cocksucker.

Leaning back naked on his couch, he enjoyed the oral service he
received from the small kiddie slut kneeling before him. The
nipples on her flat chest had ring piercings in them that were
connected by a thin metal chain that could be tugged. She had a
small tatoo with the breeding company's trademark on her tender
neck, only occasionally visible when she moved her head during
her blowjob and her brown soft hair fell to the side. Her young
face was very feminine, natural and pretty. When she had arrived,
she had been slutted up with whorish makeup, but by now it had
been washed away.

Her hands were uncomfortably cuffed behind her slender back, and
had not been uncuffed since she had been delivered yesterday. Max
loved making his slaves feel helpless, and of course the handsome
brunette was forced to rely on her mouth and tongue alone to get
him off and swallow his semen.

This had been his game since he had freed her from the
body-shaped transport cage in which she had been delivered. The
cage had forced her to kneel on all fours for hours and was
enclosed in a wooden box for transportation by train and truck.
Max had kept it for later use. For now, he had interrupted her
oral rape only when he went to sleep or use the toilet.

Whenever he had to piss, he dragged his new piece of property by
her brown hair to the bathroom and forced her to rest her head on
the toilet seat kneeling with her mouth open. Then he pissed on
her face and onto her tongue, which she was of course expected to
tolerate without complaint or withdrawal. After he was done, he
would then grab her hair in his fists, dunk her face into the
piss-filled toilet water and flush to clean her up.

So far, he had received excellent compliance from the little
cunt, and Max was very satisfied with his purchase. She had also
been rather cheap due to the company's industrially streamlined
breeding and training process. Her "food" was also cheap, since
she never got to eat anything but vegan sludge with nutritional
supplements. She was just a piece of livestock after all, worth
barely more than a pig or a cow, and she had no right to be
treated better than them. This was something she knew very well.

Like all slaves of his breeding company, the loli slut had been
indoctrinated to see herself more as an animal than a person. She
knew she was just a living sex object to be used, and her sole
purpose for existence was to serve others. This was what she had
been made for. Her feelings did not matter. Her pain did not
matter. Her life had no value beyond her service and could be
ended at any time by her current owner. She knew she would always
be owned and never be free. The only alternative was painless
death. Until then, strict obedience was mandatory. During the
training, disobedience was always met with harsh punishment, but
compliance rewarded with daily doses of advanced pleasure drugs.

Max was no stranger to those drugs himself, and he gave them to
all his obedient slaves as a reward. After all, they had shitty
lives and when a slave chose to die, it was lost money to him.
Not much, since slave children were cheap to replace, but money
was money. Finding dead kids in the apartment also wasn't nice
when he had guests around. The drugs were inexpensive and helped
reduce the attrition rate.

Nevertheless, risking a slave's death for fun was always worth
it. As a sadist, Max loved torturing his kiddie fuckmeat and he
often overdid it to the point of no return. It happened
frequently that he inflicted so much pain, suffering and raw
despair on a child that it chose death over continued service.

One time, he forgot a 12-year-old slave slut in painful full-body
bondage hanging from the ceiling all night long. He was making a
BSDM child porn video with her when he was distracted by a phone
call. The call took much longer than anticipated, and afterward
he went out for dinner, fucked another slave's tight preteen
pussy out of habit and went to bed.

When he got up in the morning and remembered the bound-up tween
cunt, he found her dead hanging in the ropes in his studio. The
logs showed she had waited for him in pain for hours and then
demanded death during the night. The system had immediately
auto-injected her.

The girl had never much enjoyed the daily beatings and rapes he
had forced on her during her 2 years in his possession, and he
had expected something like this might happen. A small monetary
loss to him, needed for the industrial breeding and training of a
new cunt, and easy to bear because he got tired of using the same
fucktoys for too long anyways. He just called a disposal service
and her dead body was carried away by menial teenage slaves to be
turned into fertilizer.

There were also more direct accidents sometimes. Some of his
favorite activities included choking a loli during a hard bondage
fucking session, pushing their heads underwater while raping
their asses, binding their hands behind their backs and hanging
them in a noose from the ceiling to see them struggle, or
grabbing them without warning and choking them out with his bent
arm as if it was a sparring sport, and of course they weren't
allowed to defend themselves, let alone able. It was so much fun
he didn't care if he accidentally killed a kid or two now and
then. They were cheap enough.

Once a year or so, he killed one of them on purpose, just to
experience the feeling. He bought new ones every other month for
variety anyway, and cycled others out. Used slaves could be
re-sold on the market for a percentage of their original price,
and he usually did that. But sometimes, Max afforded himself the
small luxury of ending one instead.

There was something unique about looking into a young girl's eyes
as her lights were snuffed out forever by his hand, while his
hard pulsing dick was buried painfully deep in her little vagina.
Of course, he didn't announce it to them when he wanted to do it,
or else they would just choose the barbiturates instead. Which
sometimes happened as a misunderstanding when he just wanted
brutal sex and the kid thought he was about to kill her. And
occasionally they were right. Some smart ones had a good feeling
for it and killed themselves just before he had the chance.
Sneaky little bastards.

Hanging on to life was usually worth it for the kids though, not
just because they feared death and were brainwashed to see their
service as a duty to society, but also because of the highs they
were getting from the pleasure drugs. The feeling was
fantastically amazing, and all the children wanted more. Which
was, of course, nice leverage to make them "volunteer" for a
particularly nasty form of abuse when Max didn't feel like
brute-forcing it on them. Like shitting in their mouths, for
example. He normally didn't enjoy doing that to his livestock, as
it was not his fetish. But having them beg for his shit was just
too amusing.

He just withheld their usual drug doses for a few days until they
started worrying they would never get it again. Then he would
announce that from now on, the drugs were only for girls who had
had his shit in their mouths at least once for an hour or so. He
would give them permission to prostrate themselves before him and
beg to be used as a living toilet, but no guarantee that he would
ever deliver. They themselves would then make it a part of their
daily routine, in addition to all their other duties, almost
until they thought it was hopeless. And only then he would "come
around" and "give in" to their begging and grant one of them the
honor to shit on her face and into her open mouth. The other ones
had to keep begging for more days.

Other times, it was something less disgusting, but more painful
instead, like volunteering for needle torture. He loved tying up
his young fuckmeat in a helpless and exposed position and then
taking a long time pushing small needles through their nipples,
labia, tongues and even clits while they cried desperately and
whimpered and sobbed in pain. It was not something he did often,
as it drove some of them to suicide, but he enjoyed it too much
to forgo it completely. So he already forced this on a minority
of them on occasion, and those kids were exempted from the drug
withholding. But the rest of his stable had to beg for the pain
sessions to get their drug highs back in their lives. Many little
girl tears were shed in his domicile during these weeks. More
than usual, that is.

The latest drugs weren't really addictive and they had no
withdrawal symptoms, but of course the naked little sluts still
wanted their pleasure. They were willing to taste shit or endure
pain for an hour to have it back. No wonder, since it was the
only good thing that would ever happen in their short brutal
lives, and even if they didn't get it back, all the other abuse
would still be mandatory for them. The few kids who chose not to
beg never got their drugs back, and those were almost always
suicide candidates. Max could tell in advance that they had a
career path as fertilizer ahead of them in the near future, and
he was usually right.

Most of his slaves were girls under 13, but he also kept one or
two boys around for variety and occasional girl-on-boy action.
When his slaves became too old or he got bored of them, he
usually sold them again and got younger ones. Some of the cunts
however, he kept beyond puberty to get them pregnant. It was one
of his hobbies: Personal slave breeding. He kept those sluts
locked up in small dedicated stalls and raped their young cunts
repeatedly when he thought they were ready for breeding. Then he
forced them to carry out the pregnancy and give birth to his
baby. He always kept at least 3 to 5 of these teenage breeders
knocked up at a time.

So the next generation of New Livestock was bred in his own
stable. He sold the babies to random companies and government
facilities. Since the beginning of his hobby, he had fathered
more than 50 new slave kids. Some were probably dead by now, some
in early childhood training, and the others certainly endured
frequent rape or hard, dull work without leisure. A few might
even become breeders themselves. For all Max knew, he could soon
be a granddad to many more upcoming little sex slaves that would
enter the market in the coming years. It was a thought that
brought joy to his heart. The whole breeding hobby didn't bring
in much money, as professional breeders selected the sperm for
specific traits and the industrial breeding process was very
competitive, but he did it just for fun.

Of course, right now, his fun was delivered by the soft lips and
tongue of the pretty 7-year-old brunette. He had already come in
her mouth and down her throat several times today, and didn't
feel like cumming into her again right now. So he just kept his
slimy unwashed dick in her mouth while he was watching TV.

His primary servant slave wordlessly offered him drinks, coffee
or snacks every ten minutes, and two other preteen girls kneeled
naked near his couch all day waiting for orders. But while their
presence was mandatory, all of them were very careful not to
disturb or annoy the military man, so they mostly stayed out of
the way in the edge of his eyesight.

He snapped his fingers, and the servant cunt on primary duty
immediately rushed over to him and kneeled before him next to the
brunette, with her eyes lowered, her legs spead and her hands
behind her back. She was a blonde of roughly 10 years, with nice
small titties just beginning to develop.

"Bring me a nose clip", Max said without looking up from the TV
screen.

The blonde slut made a small bow, got up and left the room.
Usually, his livestock was not allowed to walk in his domicile,
but had to crawl on all fours or rob around flat on the ground if
their hands were bound or cuffed. But this was impractical for
the primary servant, so she was allowed to walk when she had to
bring him stuff and get things done.

Less than a minute later, she returned with a small metal clip
and handed it to him. Then she kneeled before him again for more
orders, but he waved her away without even looking at her. The
blonde servant cunt bowed again and crawled out of the living
room to kneel out of sight beyond the door, where she had already
spent many hours today kneeling on the hard floor, interrupted
only when he snapped his fingers, or when it was time to provide
random food offerings and refreshments to her owner.

Those were prepared by other slaves in the kitchen just in case
he fancied them, and Max wordlessly ignored these offers most of
the time. Food he did not eat was always thrown away, rather than
given to his livestock. Even though the children spent long hours
preparing it, eating even a morsel of it was strictly forbidden
for them. It was important to him that his cunts understood that
they were not worthy of human food. They were objects, not
people, and eating the same things they offered him would be a
grave insult to their owner.

Max reached down with his strong arm and grabbed the brunette
cocksucker who still had his half-erect dick in her mouth by a
fistfull of her hair. With his other hand, he clipped the metal
clip to her cute nose. The little piece of preteen fuckmeat
whimpered in pain from the sharp-ridged clip, but she did not
protest, let alone take it off, which she couldn't do with her
hands cuffed behind her back anyway, and of course wasn't allowed
to.

The clip was not only moderately painful, but it pushed her
nostrils shut so that she could no longer breathe through her
nose. From now on, she had to breathe around his cock through her
mouth, taking more of his smell into her lungs. And of course,
when he pushed himself deeper into her, it became hard for her to
breathe at all. Max had no intention of fucking her throat again
right now, he just wanted to make her oral duty more
uncomfortable for the new slut. Associating his penis with pain
and breathlessness was a nice symbol for the life she had to look
forward to in his possession. And since she was new, it was more
than appropriate to put her in her place.

He leaned back, cock resting warmly in her little mouth, and
watched an interview with a prestigeous utilitarian philosopher
who explained in great detail the many ethical and practical
advantages of the slave breeding system that the government in
its great wisdom had seen fit to introduce into the world.

The gorgeous interviewer agreed with every point, rephrasing it
in her own words to provide a thorough intellectual analysis to
the audience. The final consensus was that the world was now a
much better place than before the Last War, and humanity could
never thank the world government enough for its moral service.
According to the philosopher, it was the New Livestock who owed
the most heartfelt gratitude, since it had been given the gift of
life only by the generosity of earth's benevolent leaders.

As Max listened to them talking about the "repugnant conclusion",
"logic of the larder", "mere addition paradox", "right to exit"
and "free disposal", he let his mind wander to his own work, and
the critical blogger he had killed last week after deleting all
the subversive essays from his darknet site. Max chuckled. More
fertilizer for the system.

That idiot blogger. Max would never understand such people. They
all had a basic income guarantee, never had to work and could
afford to fuck slave whores of any age several times a week even
if they had no job or money. Not to mention all the entertainment
and cheap slave-made stuff they could buy. And yet, instead of
enjoying themselves, they published criticism of the very system
that gave them all these things.

Sure, the rich were still much better off than the poor. Many of
the elite had thousands of slaves in their direct and indirect
possession, and the top dogs in government owned assets worth
millions of kiddie asses. The ultra-rich kept personal harems
with more sluts than they could rape in a lifetime, just to show
off and order them around. But so what? In a world where even the
poor were this well off, with young fuckmeat available and
everything, they could be expected to shut up.

Sure, he understood some objected to slavery on moral grounds,
but that was just silly at this point. Slavery was a done deal.
Using New Livestock was now just as normal as using other
livestock had always been. Fucking a preteen sex slave who had
specifically been bred for this purpose was no different than
eating a burger at a fast food joint. Max had no mercy with his
sluts. His money had brought them to life in the first place, by
incentivizing the breeding industry, and as long as they didn't
choose the suicide option, they were pretty much agreeing to
whatever he did to them.

He looked down at the 7-year-old with his cock in her mouth. She
looked a little tired and was clearly in pain from the cuffs and
the sharp-ridged nose clip he had forced on her. Her breaths
around his cock were very heavy, almost like repeated silent
sighs. He tugged on the small chain that connected her nipple
piercings, and she winced in new pain, but without protesting.

"Hey cunt, do you want to die?"

She looked up at him with fear in her brown eyes and vigorously
shook her little head no, with his cock still buried in the back
of her mouth.

"Good."

He leaned back again. A minute later, the blonde 10-year-old
primary servant came to offer him a lemon soda, and he took it
after pinching and twisting the nipples on her developing little
breast mounds for a bit.

"What about you slut, would you rather be dead?"

"No Sir."

She quickly shook her head as well, with a barely conceiled
suspicious look on her face. It amused Max that they were
worrying why he asked the question. They probably thought he was
looking for a snuff victim, or force them to go through some
special torment to earn the privilege of continued survival. It
was not unheard of in his stable.

"What about you two cunts, do you want to die today?"

He asked in the direction of the kneeling preteen slaves. They
had been kneeling naked there all day waiting for orders,
interrupted only by short bathroom breaks, and he hadn't raped
them once or even ordered them around. The boredom on their
handsome faces was obediently suppressed but still visible.

"No Sir", they responded in near unison.

He nodded and sipped his soda. To the military man, that was all
the moral justification he would ever need to abuse them. And if
some goody-two-shoes blogger felt the need to disagree publicly,
well, it was his funeral.

Max kept watching TV for another hour with his dick in the face
of the 7-year-old onahole he had purchased yesterday, then he
made the rounds hitting his slaves in the face. It was one of his
favorite daily routines. He casually walked through his domicile
and repeatedly slapped his preteen fuckmeat hard in their cunt
faces with his strong hands without warning.

After that, he also abused each of them in other ways, like
spitting in their open mouths, penetrating their assholes with
hard objects, or twisting and pulling their clits and nipples
until they sobbed in pain. In return, they had to suck his toes,
lick his armpits, asshole or balls, or prostrate themselves
before him in humiliating poses. He also pushed his penis into
the slut mouths of every single one of them for half a minute
every day, even the few boys he owned.

This was a guideline of his: Show personal attention to all his
livestock at least once a day and inflict some pain and sexual
humiliation on them as a reminder of their ownership. Of course,
some of the slaves were in dedicated rooms, confinements,
bondage, or on special duties, but this didn't exempt them from
the rule. He even went into the breeders' stalls, often to rape
them and shoot his baby-making fuckslime into their teenage cunts
if they weren't currently pregnant. But even pregnancy didn't
shield the sex slaves from the pain inflicted by his hand.

Today, he spent some extra time pouring hot candle wax on the
nipples and all over the big breasts of a dark-haired 14-year-old
breeder slut, after her obligatory face bitchslapping, of course.
She was highly pregnant and due for livestock childbirth in less
than two months. The New Livestock had served him with devotion
and endurance since she was 9, and her very good looks and health
had convinced him she was worthy of continued pussy rape so she
could pop out a few of his slave offspring.

When he felt he had tormented the pregnant cunt enough, he passed
on to the breeder in the next stall, a 13-year-old he had bought
from Fuckmeat and Workhorse when she was 10 and sexually abused
ever since. Her titties had started growing visibly and she had
to shave her pubic hair off every day to present a hairless pussy
to her owner just like he liked it. But she had outgrown her
usefulness a preteen sex slave and he had bought other, younger
ones.

His vet had checked her out and declared her ready for breeding,
so Max had put her in a small stall, chained her slave collar to
a ring in the wall and cuffed her slender right wrist to another.
There she remained ever since on a simple sturdy bed constantly
ready for impregnation rape. The only times she was let out of
the tiny room was to get hosed down with cold water, and go
through long exhausting excercises to keep her physical health in
good form.

Max had raped the little sex pet once every three or four days
ever since he had locked her up here, and today it was time
again. Without saying a word to her, he slapped the young bitch
hard in her face immediately after entering her stall. She knew
what was expected of her and spread her slender slut legs wide
for her owner, to present her smooth pussy for the mandatory deep
penetration by his hard fuckrod. He took a little bit more time
inflicting pain on her first, by twisting her ears, small tits
and cute nose around, and giving her a couple more brutal slaps
with his flat hand. She endured all the abuse without any protest
or defensive movements, as was her duty.

Then he crawled on top of his breeder slave, aligned his hard
adult cock with her 13-year-old fuckhole and pushed himself fully
into it without any care for her feelings or opinion. Her girl
wrist was still handcuffed to the side of the stall, and she
could never withdraw her arm, even during the hard fucks her
owner gave her. It was one way of reminding her that she didn't
own her slut body, but it was his to do with as he pleased, and
if he wanted her hand uncomfortably cuffed to the metal ring in
the wall at all times, the teenie slave cunt simply had to live
with that.

The strong military man let his entire weight rest on her small
body as he forced himself into her with deep hard thrusts. He
didn't lose time picking up the pace, but immediately started
ramming his cock fast into her like a piston. The little
13-year-old was no longer a small preteen child and she was used
to hard rape for years now. She even got some arousal out of it
sometimes. But it was still mostly painful and unpleasant for
her.

She knew, of course, that her feelings were irrelevant, and the
only things that mattered were her owner's pleasure as he fucked
his hard cock into her young teenage cunt with merciless fervor,
and the use of her uterus to make him new slave babies and money.
It was all she was good for now, and the slave slut didn't doubt
that for one second. Max grabbed her light-brown hair in a fist
and pulled hard while he pounded her lovehole like the cheap
piece of fuckflesh it really was. The young breeder almost
screamed from the pain, and despite her best efforts, she
couldn't prevent tears rolling down her soft cheeks from the raw
torment. Her beautiful face was contorted in an agonized grimace,
though no one was looking at it, and she gritted her teeth hard
throughout the whole fuck.

Her owner took his sweet time raping her, too. He was very
athletic and strong due to his job, and he had a lot of sexual
stamina. But he had shot huge loads of sperm into his new
7-year-old oral slut's mouth several times today, so it took him
a lot longer to cum into the 13-year-old breeder than normal. He
didn't mind, of course, as it simply meant more harsh fucking for
the cheap pain whore.

Her slender body was crushed under him and fucked almost into the
sturdy bed, while her arm was stretched far out because of the
handcuff, which bit painfully into her soft skin. She could feel
spit and drool from her owner running down over her face and lips
as he kept ravaging her with his half-open mouth pressed against
her forehead and grunting like a pig. After what seemed like an
eternity, Max finally sped up the fucking to almost machine-like
brutal speed, then he came deep into her breeder pussy, filling
it with his hot sperm. Hopefully, it would produce a new baby
girl that could soon be sold to strangers and raped as a sex
slave for many years, just like its teenage fuckslut of a mother.

Max rested his full weight on his 13-year-old piece of cuntflesh
for a while longer, then he pulled out of her, smeared his slimy
dick over her handsome face and forced her to suck him clean of
her own juices and the traces of his cum. After he was satisfied,
he inserted a new drug dose into her auto-injector. On the way
out, he dropped an mp3 player on the floor, almost out of reach
for her. If she wanted to listen to some music to break through
the unbearable boredom of being cuffed and locked up in the small
stall all day, she would have to strech her little body almost
impossibly to reach it with her toes. Max wasn't even sure she
could fully reach it. But he did't really give a shit.

He sometimes did small things like these for his breeders, giving
them graphic novels, music, or handheld gaming devices. Not very
often, but sometimes. It was against his taste, since they were
merely livestock and not people, but he couldn't give the
pregnant ones too many drugs, and a bit of entertainment helped
keep the suicide rate lower, which was worth money in the
breeders. So he had grudgingly accepted the idea. He made sure
though that they didn't have it most of the time, so they
remembered it was only his will that granted them even these
small joys in life, apart from the joys of survival, rape and
breeding, of course.

After that, he left without saying even one word to the raped
13-year-old broodslut. There was no point, nothing to say to his
property. She had only one purpose for existence, and the hard
brutal fuck he had just thrown into her was the only
communication that was required for that purpose.

Finally, Max finished his round. He didn't aspire to perfection
when he made his rounds, and he didn't obsess if he forgot some
of his slaves sometimes. He had simply acquired too much
livestock for that over the years. And some days he just didn't
have the time or patience to get to them all.

These daily rounds were also when he gave them their drug doses.
The injection cartridges were standardized and could be locked
into the slaves' auto-injectors that each of them had to wear at
all times by law to be able to kill themselves. The children
could then decide for themselves when they wanted to bliss out,
but of course neglecting other duties over it was out of the
question.

Not all of Max' slaves got their dose all the time; sometimes
some kids had not shown the right kind of sexual devotion, or he
played withholding games with them. Sometimes he just whimsically
omitted doses and the children were left to wonder what they had
done wrong. His goal was to signify that obedience was generally
rewarded, but that his property was not entitled to anything, and
any and all pleasure they would ever feel in their lives was a
product of his will and whim as their owner.

Only when he was pressed for time or really lazy, he delegated
the drug distribution to his servants. Normally, his slaves
weren't allowed to touch the drug cartridges, but they all knew
where they were stored. It happened very rarely that one of them
was stupid enough to try to steal additional doses, which Max
immediately noticed since he kept careful track of them and had
video footage of every room in his domicile recorded at all
times. Escape attempts were even more rare, even more stupid and
equally unsuccessful.

The punishments for such a crime, apart from permanent drug
withholding, was always brutally unforgiving for the thief or
escapee. The resulting torment lasted for months on end and
served as an example to the others that crimes against their
owner brought no pleasure or freedom, but only extreme pain or
death. These were the cases when Max lived out his darkest, most
depraved torture-rape fantasies with the guilty livestock.

The daily screams of those rare idiot cunts were heard throughout
the whole stable. They never had much resell value later. Those
he didn't snuff out still lost teeth, nipples, clits, digits or
even their eyesight, and in return they received permanent burn
marks, cut scars and broken fingers, toes, ribs, arms or legs.
Daily needle torture and agonizing long-term bondage was a
mandatory part of the short rest of their lives. A suicide and
death rate approaching 100% over time for these illoyal fucksluts
was inevitable, but all the remaining livestock certainly got the
message.

After the muscular slave owner was done making his rounds, he
decided to go out shopping. Max ordered his blonde primary
servant to take the new 7-year-old slave cunt and make her shit
and piss in the hole in the slave quarters' concrete floor, hose
her down outside, water her, give her nutrient sludge and then
report back to him. In the meantime, he ordered another preteen
servant to prepare fresh underwear, socks, shoes and his uniform
for him. He took a quick shower with yet another 9-year-old slave
girl whose job it was to wash his body. He fingered her hairless
fuckslit for a bit, but otherwise didn't molest her.

After he was dressed in his fresh clothes and uniform, the
primary servant and the new oral sex toy reported back to him,
and he took the 7-year-old down into the storage room in the
basement, where her transport cage and box were still stored. The
body-shaped cages were just too stylish and useful to throw out,
and he kept most of them around. The transport boxes also could
serve nicely to detain a livestock girl when she was not useful
otherwise, so he had kept some of them around as well.

Max uncuffed the little brunette's hands from behind her back,
and she moved her sore arms for the first time since yesterday
with a pained grimace. He knew this kind of thing was not good
for her shoulders and neck, and overdoing it reduced her resell
value. But she was not worth that much money, and he loved
putting the small cunts through symbolic hardship like that.

"You served me well as an oral cum bucket today. Until tomorrow,
you are no longer needed. Open your transport crate and pull out
the cage. Then get in."

There was a short moment of unconceiled sadness on her face, but
the young girl immediately obeyed. The transport cage was made of
thick metal bars shaped like a small human kneeling on the floor,
with outlined spaces for the head, arms, ass, knees and feet. It
could be opened at the side, which basically halved the cage. The
livestock could then move in position, which the loli sex slave
did, and then her owner could close it again and lock it shut.

She would then be forced to stay on her hands and knees that way
almost completely without motion until she was unlocked again.
There was some wriggling room, and she could rest her upper body
weight on the metal bars and even sleep that way, but it was
quite uncomfortable and claustrophobic. Once she was locked up in
position, he rolled the cage into the crate again.

"Don't piss or shit in there. If you have to go again, you are
expected to hold it until tomorrow morning. I hope I won't forget
you. You're new, so it sometimes happens. But I'll try to
remember before you die of thirst."

Then he closed the crate and locked it, too. It would be kept in
complete darkness, but it had small holes for air, so suffocation
wasn't a risk as long as it was stored correctly. The military
man had quite some experience with that sort of handling. He
often delegated it to his more experienced servants, but he loved
putting his livestock in bondage or confinement himself, as it
was one of his fetishes and he wanted them to be reminded that
this was his will, and they therefore were supposed to take pride
in their constrained position. He knew that his new sex doll was
going to bliss out with her drugs the second he closed the door,
and then probably just sleep through the night later, but it was
the symbolism that counted.

After he was all done storing his new addition away, he went
upstairs and selected seven of his older slave girls, age 10 to
13, and one handsome shota of age 12, for carriage duty.

Max had a car and a motorcycle, but like many slave owners, he
loved the slave-powered vehicles much more. There were two types
he used frequently. One of them was a small and light rickshaw,
to be dragged by one or two slaves. It was basically a
chariot-type vehicle just for him to sit or stand in and then
command his livestock in the right direction, not suited for
transportation.

The other one was a heavier, larger carriage type that had to be
dragged by at least four grown slaves. Since his stable mostly
consisted of slender preteen girls, and abusing their naked asses
was the whole point, he had ordered a modification that allowed
it to be powered by six to eight smaller slaves instead. Max
called this favorite mode of transportation "Cunt Carriage".

Most people didn't go shopping for groceries anymore. They either
used dedicated household slaves, or they just ordered their daily
stuff digitally, and it was delivered by slaves owned by the
company offering the service. Since they didn't receive a wage,
and their payment consisted only of survival, cheap drugs and
vegan nutrient sludge, it was ridiculously cheap too. The same
was true for most of the more labor-intense products that could
be ordered, which were now of course produced by unpaid New
Livestock as well.

But Max loved taking the Cunt Carriage out on a ride to the mall
to buy his stuff himself, if he had the time. It was such a
wonderful experience to sit on the heavy thing and have it
dragged by eight loli slave sluts from his stable for the whole
way and back. Of course, while most company-owned delivery slaves
weren't sexualized and wore practical clothing with the company's
branding on it, Max' Cunt Carriage was drawn by naked preteen
girls. He only allowed them to wear sturdy shoes in order to
prevent property damage from the cuts and infections that would
otherwise be inevitable. But sometimes, he deemed the added
sadistic fun worth the financial loss, especially when he was
dissatisfied with a cunt's service, and forced some of them to
drag it barefoot.

He didn't care about wind and weather either, and commanded them
to draw the Cunt Carriage around naked in the unbearable heat of
the summer and the cold of the winter, during rain or snow,
regardless of the sluts' feelings. Only when the temperatures
were so extreme that permanent property damage was highly likely,
did he make an exception for this rule. But his favorite shopping
center was only about 5 kilometers away from his domicile anyway,
so it was quite survivable.

Since they were dragging his carriage like horses, he usually
made them wear large buttplugs with horse tails attached. Max
felt it was both funny and appropriate. And of couse he gave them
his commands like you would a horse, and did not spare the rod or
the whip if they were slacking off while dragging the massive
weight of the Cunt Carriage. In earlier years, he had even
branded some of his loli livestock like you would a horse or a
piece of cattle, but some of them immediately begged for death
when the glowing hot iron burned into their sizzling tender
flesh, and of course the auto-injectors immediately fulfilled
their wish. Max had eventually given up on the idea over the
financial loss and went with small perverted tatoos instead.

Needless to say, the children were exhausted at the end of these
trips, but this didn't relieve them from the other duties they
owed him. He did not give them extra breaks or held back if he
wanted to fuck them in any way afterward. And of course, if they
were too slow while dragging the Cunt Carriage, he would whip
their asses raw during the whole trip. Depite all this, however,
most of the girls loved the Cunt Carriage, as it was one of the
few times that their boring routines were broken and they saw
more of the world than just his domicile, or even worse, small
confinements and bondage, in which they often had to spend long
hours or even days in complete darkness when he whimsically
ordered it. Even dragging a fucking carriage like a horse naked
through the cold or hot weather while well-dressed citizens in
cars and on bikes were watching and laughing was usually better
than that kind of boredom.

Today's weather was rather mild and the children were all allowed
to wear shoes, so Max thought they should be pretty grateful.
After he had inserted their horse buttplugs into their tight
asses and fastened their naked bodies to their respective
positions, the strong man hopped onto the Cunt Carriage and
yelled his command to start moving. The beautiful young girls and
the one handsome young boy had to put their full strength into
the task, and all the muscles in their slender petite bodies were
strained in the most beautiful fashion. Just like sexual little
ponies working hard to move their owner through the landscape.
Max motivated them further to pick up speed by giving them the
whip, and the kids positioned right in front of him got the worst
share of the pony ass whipping.

Obviously the Cunt Carriage wasn't the fastest mode of transport
availabe, but cherishing the trips was part of the appeal, and
Max did so with great glee. As always when he took his favorite
vehicle out for a spin, passers-by and other drivers laughed and
saluted the military man, ogling the naked slave children and
being amused at the whole setup and impressed by the stylish
design of the carriage.

It wasn't just pure fun though. Max also saw himself as setting
an example for his fellow citizens. There was a reason he took
these trips in uniform; when authority figures like him treated
New Livestock children like animals in public, it served as a
powerful symbol of cultural acceptance for the world government
and its chosen ideology, and it reinforced the view that it was
okay to use your livestock in any way you wanted, at any age and
without any fear of reprisal or shame. This was key to the
long-term sustainability of the universal slavery profiteering
approach to societal control, and therefore to the tyrants'
power.

After long hours of toil and struggle delivered by the sexy pony
children, the Cunt Carriage finally arrived at its destination,
Max' favorite shopping center. He unfastened the kids, but let
the horsetail buttplugs stuck up their asses. Two of the girls, a
12-year-old redhead with freckles and already budding little
breasts, and an 11-year-old with curly blonde hair and pouty
lips, were chosen to follow him and carry his purchases. The
other five girls and the pony shota were chained up and forced to
kneel next to the parking lot.

Ever since New Livestock had entered the lives of the public, in
addition to dogs and other pets, small metal poles and rings had
been installed in all kinds of places to leash them while their
owners were busy. Theft or property damage by malicious citizens
was only a minor risk, since all crimes were punished severely
and surveillance cameras were everywhere. Escape risks were
similarly low, and any attempts were punished with utmost
brutality. Those slaves could still demand suicide, and most of
them were well-adivsed to do so after being recaptured. There was
no where to run and no organizations to help an escaped slave,
since the military police eradicated such activists mercilessly.
In fact, this was one of the jobs with which Max had earned so
much money - money that had afforded him the Cunt Carriage and
his sex slave stable. Life was ironic sometimes.

The military man always kept some useful items in the Cunt
Carriage, including BDSM equipment. He found it funny that it
increased the weight that the pony slaves had to drag around,
only to be forced on them later. Right now, he chose six large
ring gags that could be strapped to a child's head with thick
leather straps and fastened tightly, forcing their mouths wide
open. He put one on each of the chained-up livestock and ordered
them to kneel in the standard submission pose, except they didn't
have to lower their heads and were, in fact, ordered to face and
look at any passers-by who showed interest in them. Then he
handed each of them a sign with large-letterd writing: "FREE
BLOWJOBS AND FACIALS! (No charge, but only STD-free citizens
allowed)"

Some of them had gone through this before, but Max instructed
them all anyway:

"Keep kneeling in this position and holding the signs up all
times so they can be read by anyone who enters the parking lot.
Face your mouthcunts to anyone who passes by, until they are
gone. If someone wants to fuck your face, you let them. If
someone wants to cum of your face, or spit on you, you let them.
Only if someone tries to fuck you, steal you or damage you, you
start making sounds of refusal and start defending yourself. If
someone orders you to wank them, finger them or lick pussy or
ass, you comply. If someone asks if it is really okay to fuck
your face or cover you in their sperm, you give enthusiastic
nods. You are not allowed to take the ring gags out, obviously.
I'll be back in an hour or two. Understood?"

The six cute preteen cum buckets each nodded their heads yes.
Some tried to articulate an obligatory "Yes Sir!" but only
affirmative lulling and drooling sounds came out of the obscenely
large ring gags.

There were no indecency laws for sex slaves, as they had no
decency or dignity to begin with. There was a certain STD risk,
but it wasn't too high. STD tests were common and standardized.
Max had all his livestock tested routinely, and small official
pads testifying to a clean bill of health were attached to the
slave collars. This was standard for the forced prostitutes, and
Max also provided it whenever he did something like this.

Citizens could also get similar test cards from their doctors,
and thus prove that they fulfilled the conditions for bareback
slave use. When a little whore cunt got pregnant, it was quickly
detected in the standard testing process as well, and abortions
in the first few weeks of a pregnancy were very common.

Max sometimes shared idle slaves like these pony kids for free,
just for fun and as a symbol of solidarity between all free
citizens. But forced prostitution of New Livestock was far more
commonplace and constituted a decent fraction of world GDP.
Almost everybody who didn't own their own sex slaves fucked
captive livestock whores now and then, men and women alike. They
were available in all sexes, ages, looks and sizes, trained in
all possible fetishes, sexual positions and techniques. And since
their only reward was survival and cheap drugs and they had no
right to say no, it was all ludicrously inexpensive.

Most young boys lost their virginity to them, unemployed
middle-aged men spent their basic income to shoot jizz into their
holes, ageing women had their frustrated pussies eaten by them,
and old geezers forced their half-limp dicks down their young
throats before kicking the bucket. Over a billion child, teenage,
young adult and a few mature slave hookers were sucking and
fucking their way through the world's population all day every
day on planet earth now.

Max pimped out his own kiddie sluts every so often. To some
degree, he did it just for fun, but it also was a form of
investment when he bought a piece of fuckmeat and didn't feel
like keeping her all to himself or reselling her completely.
Forced prostitution was a good middle path in these cases. It
allowed him to keep the merchandise but still recuperate some of
her initial cost. Some of them even made him a net profit over
the years.

Such a young cum dumpster could be rented out to local brothels
or listed on the internet for quick house visits to private
clients. Most often, Max just rented one of the many small sex
containers that were placed all over the city. They were
dedicated cheap isolated little rooms, made out of storage
containers, with a sturdy mattrass and a few sex and hygiene
items, that could be rented by any slave owner for a few hours or
days, to put their slave on prostitution duty.

Clients with a clean bill of health could then simply walk up to
an unoccupied container slave and pay the laughably small market
price to fuck the livestock. The profit margins were very low,
since entire conglomerates were dedicated to breeding, training,
and pimping out full-time slave whores, but there was still room
for any slave owner to extract some extra cash from the bodies of
their property.

Many of those forced prostitutes were children or young
teenagers, as they were fastest to replace by the breeders, for
example when a slave chose suicide, was damaged or got STDs after
all. Adult whores were also very abundant, of course, but slave
children were popped out, fucked raw and recycled at such a fast
pace simply because it was so cheap to make them. It took many
years to grow an adult, but only half as much for a preteen or
young teen livestock, and there was no economic point in having
them just sit around until they were 18, when they could be
sucking dick the whole time instead. So 9-year-olds or
12-year-olds spending all day naked or in whorish outfits in
small sex containers, doing nothing but pleasuring dozens of
johns every day, were a common sight in all of earth's cities
now.

Max put his unchained two little cunts on a leash each and
dragged them with him. Then he entered the shopping center. It
was huge and mostly staffed by dedicated, trained sales
personnel. Most of them were New Livestock owned by the shops
themselves, as evidenced by all the slave collars and labels
around their necks. They were usually allowed to wear clothes
with brand names on them. Skimpy and slutty clothes, more often
than not, but they weren't all naked or in perverted outfits
showing vaginas, nipples and assholes like most of the sex slaves
had to.

One of his favorite parts of the shopping center were the
livestock presentation installations. They were booths or small
rooms in which a particularly nice decoration for keeping
dedicated slaves was presented, and of course offered for sale,
including an option to order trained New Livestock directly with
the installation. Just like you would find presentations of
bathtubs, showers, or furniture in hardware stores, these
installations showed attractive, creative ways to dress, use and
keep captive livestock in dedicated stalls or rooms. Here, in the
shopping center, all these installations were presented with
slaves in them, and visitors were allowed to give them commands.

Max stopped to look at them, and his own two preteen sluts, the
freckled redhead with the nicely developing breasts and the curly
blonde with the kissable pouty lips, immediately went to their
knees in the standard submission pose, as was their trained
obligation. His slaves were never allowed to just stand idly
around near their owner, especially in public, but always had to
spend their time on their knees near him.

The other shoppers showed a mix of amusement and respect to the
military official as his 11-year-old and 12-year-old cuntflesh
showed their bare pussies and kneeled obediently before him with
their heads lowered, their thin legs spread wide for maximum
fuckslit visibility, their chests pushed outward to present
nipples and titties, and their hands crossed behind their slender
young backs. Two teenage boys nearby, maybe 13 or 14 years old
and clearly free citizens, ogled the young fuckmeat without shame
or pretense, grinned and respectfully greeted Max, who greeted
them back in uniform. The boys were clearly having fun with the
installations, and ordering the slaves around at a whim. Max was
proud of his young fellow citizens.

He devoted his attention to a large installation that showed a
complete school room with teacher's desk, chalkboard, and wooden
pupil's chairs and writing pults. The best part of the
installation were the slaves, mostly girls and a few boys of age
9-15, who sat writing at their pults in school uniforms, the
girls with very short dresses. Max could not overlook that some
of them were in various states of undress, and quite a few kept
their legs spread and their hairless pussies presented in his
direction. He assumed they had been given orders before by other
visitors to take some of their clothes off and show their young
cunts, and kept following them for a while even after those
visitors had passed on. One sissy boy was dressed like a
schoolgirl, unlike the other boys, but his hard hairless teenage
cock was proudly presented to the public underneath his rolled-up
dress.

Max also saw that the room had various items like a rod, a
spanking paddle and a leather belt for "punishing" the
schoolgirls and boys. The teacher's desk had an open compartment
with things like dildos, lube, anal beads, handcuffs and painful
clips visible to the visitors. It was clearly a sexual
installation intended for slave owners who wanted to roleplay a
schoolteacher scenario once in a while. The model was called
"Schoolgirl Discipline" and the description informed visitors
that it could be ordered with a full set of sex slaves of any
race, sex and age 4 to 30, depending on user choice, at a very
reasonable price.

Max ordered the youngest of the schoolgirls, who was still fully
dressed, to take her panties off and kneel with her pussy and
asshole visible next to the teenage sissy boy. The cute little
livestock seemed a bit nervous that he had singled her out, but
she did not hesitate obeying him, as she knew she was obligated
to. When she was positioned in this humiliating pose, giving an
exhibition of her prepubescent cunt and butthole to the public,
he ordered her to suck on the sissy boy's hard teenage cock with
love and dedication for five minutes and only then get dressed
and sit back down on her designated seat. The 9-year-old sex
slave complied immediately, and Max could see that the sissy boy
couldn't suppress a sincerely amused smile as she wrapped her
beautiful soft lips, strawberry red with lipstick, around his
hard rod and started bobbing her little head up and down slowly
and with devotion.

Max watched for just 10 seconds, then he pulled on his own
slavecunts' leashes to move on. They got up immediately, but only
to kneel down again in submission a few meters away, at the next
installation.

This one was called "Pain Boy" and it consisted just of a small
booth behind glass. In the booth, a slender young boy of around
12 years was kept in a heavy BSDM outfit. His entire head was
wrapped in a tight black latex hood, and only his nostrils and
mouth were uncovered. There was an inflatable ball gag pushed
deep in his mouth. His naked upper body was smooth perfection and
free from fat, with small but detectable tummy and chest muscles
under the soft skin.

Little metal clips were painfully attached to his boy nipples and
connected with wires so that electric shocks could be delivered
to them. The same was true for various other clips attached to
his hairless balls and half-erect dick. The shota slave was
positioned standing upright in hard stockings fixed to the ground
and could not move his feet or legs.

He had no choice but to stand, either, because there was a large
metal pole with a huge black dildo at the top, shaped like a
large veiny adult cock, sticking in his ass. The pole was fixed
to the floor, and the dildo was too deep in the boy's anal
fuckhole to be removed without opening the stockings, restricting
his movements further. The livestock's small right hand was fixed
in a torture device that could apply pressure to all his
fingernails individually. His other hand was simply cuffed to a
metal ring on the booth's wall, but the remote trigger for his
auto-injector was placed in his palm and attached to his slender
wrist as well, to comply with the law that his suicide option had
to be guaranteed.

While the Pain Boy was nice to look at just as decoration, the
true kicker were the knobs, levers and buttons installed outside.
They looked like an old-school audio mixboard, but their function
was very different: They could be used by visitors to decide the
boy's level of torment. Electric shocks could be delivered
individually to any of the metal clips on his balls, nipples and
preteen dick by pushing the respective buttons.

A lever controlled the dildo, which could be kept stationary very
high up his butthole, very low so that only the artificial glans
was in his ass, or in constant fucking motions with variable
speed from "gentle lovemaking" to "brutal assrape". Little nubs
controlled the pressure on his thumb and fingers, and another
controlled the level of inflation of his ball gag from "barely
noticable" to "unbearably stretching". An automatic whipping
device was also part of the installation, and could be fitted
with any rod or whip that was deemed appropriate for the slave.
The installation's description emphasized that more complex
pre-programmed or random sequences could be run as well, and that
it was the perfect installation for punishing disobedient sex
slaves for a few hours without supervision. Max was tempted to
get one of these booths for his sluts, and the price was decent
as well.

Max could see that the teenage boys from earlier had had their
fun with the installation, since all the settings were put to the
maximum. The poor little sex pet was clearly in terrible distress
as his mouth was painfully stretched by the inflated ball gag, he
was receiveing small electric shocks to his private parts and
nipples every few seconds, the black veiny dildo was mercilessly
ravaging his boycunt, his fingers were brutally crushed and he
received a constant whipping on his bare back from the automatic
whip fitted with a many-striped leather flog. Max watched the
spectacle for a minute, then he had some mercy and reduced all
the instruments to their medium setting.

Then he moved on, leashed cuntflesh in tow. He passed by the next
installation without much interest, a small sexualized gym where
slaves could be forced into exhausting workouts, then he stopped
in front of an installation named "Picnic Girl".

Another booth behind glass, this one was much more lighthearted.
Its walls were decorated with a beautiful nature painting, and
artificial flowers, grass and even a small tree livened up the
scene. Warm lighting was used to give it the impression of a
gorgeous summer day. Playful bird chirping sounds were played in
the background, and clever digital images gave the impression of
light cloud and small animal movement on the painted background.

On the artificial grass, a roughly 10-year-old beauty was having
a picnic. She was dressed in a neat, colorful summer dress with a
stylish hat, all very decent, adorable and non-sexual. She was
almost puppet-like, and only her mandatory slave collar gave her
status as a New Livestock away. It was the perfect visual
representation of family idyll; if Max had given a shit about
this sort of thing, this is how he would have wanted his loved
daughter to spend time during a wonderful summer Sunday
afternoon. It even had a small wooden picnic box and everything.
Of course, Max didn't really care about idyllic stuff, and his
only daughters were bred sex slaves being trained or raped
somewhere by strangers right now.

The two teenage boys had stopped here and started to order the
"Picnic Girl" around. Very soon, her neat decent summer dress was
on the floor, then followed her panties, shoes and socks, and
before long, the handsome little kid was on her knees showing off
her butthole and hairless preteen cunt in a doggy position, with
her face pressed into the artificial grass. The boys laughed and
grinned and gave her further orders.

"Slap your cunt face with your flat hand! Harder! Again! Stick
your thumb up your asshole! Now lick it clean! Spread your
pussy!"

And so on and on it went. Max just stood back smiling and watched
the spectacle. His own two slaves, of course, spent their time in
kneeling submission. They couldn't even see what was going on,
since they had a duty to keep their pretty heads and eyes lowered
in humility.

Max had no intention of buying such an installation, but he could
see the charm. It was both nice for people who wanted a more
romantic sex slave or at least an occasional cute and innocent
dress-up for their fuck puppets, and for people who bought
livestock for the same reasons puppets and innocent dollies were
bought in the olden days, perhaps even as a replacement for a
real family child.

Some people bought New Livestock children and treated them as
their own, "adopted" their property, with love and care, allowed
them to wear nice clothes, eat people food, talk freely without
submission phrases and poses, have hobbies, friends and
everything. Max assumed even these owners still fucked the
mechandise occasionally though. It was hard for him to imagine
that someone would pay money for a legally rapeable girl or boy
ass, not even blood-related, and then live with them until they
were young adults without ever joining them in the shower or
demanding a Saturday night blowjob.

But otherwise, those kids were treated like normal human children
and teenagers with normal human lives. This was, of course,
within an owner's rights. If you wanted to pretend that your
toaster was your romantic lover, or that your dog was your child,
you were free to do so. It was silly, but not illegal. The same
was true for "adopted" New Livestock.

But no matter how much commitment went into this roleplaying,
nothing changed the legal facts. Those children still had to wear
dedicated slave collars in public to distinguish them from free
citizens. If someone hurt or even killed them, it was punished
hard by the military police like all crimes, but still just as a
property crime. They never got a basic income, they could never
be freed even with their owner's consent, and if their owner
died, they were part of his or her normal inheritance, just like
their furniture. The children could also be appropriated by the
government if taxes were due and their owner couldn't pay up, and
then be put to work or resold as sexual slaves and forced to
service adult cock and pussy every day in a cheap brothel without
the right to say no.

Sometimes it happened that a New Livestock was treated so much
like a person that they started talking about their "rights".
Such talk was tolerated in the privacy of one's home, but if it
happened in public, especially on the internet or in other media,
the tyrants drew a sharp line. Then people like Max were sent to
confiscate the property for biological recycling, and those
children learned the hard way that they were objectively wrong
about the whole "rights" thing. After all, pretending that your
dog is a person didn't make it so, and the police could still put
it down if it became rabid. Or subversive to the world state in
this case.

Some owners even had "charities" for slaves and let them live in
dorms and shelters taking drugs and playing video games all day
long. Max thought this was fundamentally misguided. It missed the
whole philosophical point of their existence. It was like making
cars that were never driven, or chairs that were never sat on.
New Livestock weren't meant to live for themselves, but to bring
wealth and satisfaction into the lives of others. Their pleasures
and pains were only relevant if they affected that output. Any
joy they had only existed because of the breeding program. And
any suffering they endured without using their suicide option,
even during rape and abuse, was merely the appropriate price to
pay for their life and service to society.

Even if a New Livestock slutgirl never experienced anything other
than disgust, pain, humiliation, boredom, sadness, hard work and
brutal sex, Max still expected her to express gratitude for her
rape-filled existence, take pride and joy in the knowledge that
her suffering pleased her owner, and devote her shitty, miserable
life to worshipping his penis with heartfelt dedication, as it
was the only thing that should even matter to a slave cunt
anyway.

His own captive lolis all knew that lesson very well. He bought
them only from companies that repeated it for years in their
indoctrination training. And he made sure the little rape whores
never forgot it. They existed solely to serve his hard military
cock, endure arbitrary pain and humiliation for his amusement,
and sometimes even earn him money for their own replacements when
he pimped them out or bred them. He was their owner, user and
rightful abuser, not their adopive father or benefactor, no
matter how young, cute and vulnerable they were. If one of his
cunts ceased to be of value to him, he sold her or disposed of
her without a second thought, as was his moral and legal right.

Since they were merely livestock, not people, his preteen
property was usually kept naked at all times except for their
slave collars, auto-injectors and some BDSM equipment. He kept
them that way even in public, for all to see their true status as
owned sex objects.

For variety, he also had sexual costumes of various kinds that he
could force them to wear when he felt like it, such as slutty
stockings, high heels, prostitute outfits, humiliating items like
pig snouts or anal plugs with horse tails attached, skimpy
blouses with appropriate writing like "Cum Bucket", "Rapeholes"
or "Painmeat", and fun stuff like pirate, schoolgirl or nurse
costumes. It was good fun in general, but also great for his
amateur porn production hobby.

Sometimes, he too dressed up his livestock in nice, normal child
clothes just for contrast with their usual oversexualized looks.
Normal sexual service got repetitive after a while, and even
though Max used special torments and rape games to cut through
any boredom, there was a practical limit to that as well. So a
change of pace was often nice.

Occassionally, he allowed one of his sex puppets to wear
beautiful clothes like a real child and went out with them. He
cuddled with them, held their hands, ate dinner with them - even
though they never got to eat human food, they could still sit
with him at the table and drink a glass of water while he smiled
at them. He went with them to the movies or an adventure park,
just like you would with a real kid.

But of course, Max did so only to get his sexual spirits back.
Once home, he would then lead them to his bedroom, undress them
slowly and make love to them in a gentle, romantic fashion. This
inevitably led to hard sex and then back to brutal abuse. Those
pieces of property found that their wonderful "person" day ended
with being choked unconscious while their beautiful slender bodys
were fucked raw by the muscular military man who owned them. Max
didn't grant such special attention to his average livestock
though. He only selected the most gorgeous and devoted for such a
privilege.

Max took a final long look at the picnic girl's obscenely
presented butthole and prepubescent vagina, then he went on to
the next installation. This one was a little different. Its title
was "Model Urina". Unlike the others, this booth was open for
visitors to step into. From outside, the slave was barely
visible. It looked like an ordinary bathroom stall with an
unusually deep and large urinal attached high on the wall. But
after stepping in and looking down into the urinal, Max could see
the slave in her position: Instead of a drain, the urinal had an
opening at the lower bottom, and the slave's face was pushed into
it and sealed in with watertight glue.

The arrangement looked rather permanent. The slave was older, a
once-handsome woman in her late thirties, and her mouth was
permanently forced open with a ring gag at the lowest point of
the urinal. The purpose was pretty obvious. The look in her eyes
indicated that she did not approve, but of course, if her owners
had decided that this was her use, then this was her use.

A sign invited all guests to freely piss into the urinal and fill
it up. The slave slut didn't have to swallow, but she could't
keep the piss from pooling in her mouth, and she clearly couldn't
remove her head. And if she refused to swallow, eventually the
urinal would fill up to the point where her nose was covered in
piss too, and then she would have a choice between suffocating in
piss or doing her duty as a living toilet. Max was not the first
to piss into it, her mouth was already covered almost to her
upper lip. Probably those teenage boys from earlier.

As Max opened his fly and emptied his bladder into the urinal,
ignoring the visible anger and hatred in the old cunt's blue
eyes, he read the description and looked at the schematics of the
installation. The arrangement was meant to be semi-permanent, and
there was no need to remove the slave at all except for health
reasons. Nutrient sludge could just be poured into the urinal
along with the piss. Frequent application of antiemetics and
other specialized medication was recommended to prevent vomiting
and rapid health degradation of the urinal slave. The slave's
body was positioned behind the wall in a tight space.

Movement was extremely restricted and her face was permanently
attached to the urinal, but her body was fastened in an angle so
the neck was not strained too much, circulation was not
interrupted and no extreme pain was induced. The schematics
showed that a tube was pushed inside her asshole, and she was
catheterized, so there was no need for bathroom breaks. It also
pointed out that there was an option to add dildos to the
apparatus so that the slave's asshole and pussy would get
mercilessly pounded whenever the sensors indicated that a user
was pissing on her, or that she had not yet swallowed all the
piss that had been gifted to her.

Maintainance breaks were recommended once a week, or more often
for health reasons if the slave's life was deemed more valuable.
But the installation was clearly not meant for slaves with a long
life expectancy. In fact, the description emphasized that the
slaves could still trigger their auto-injector and choose
suicide, as demanded by the law, and that the installment was
designed for easy customization for replacement slaves of any age
or size. Max had a feeling that quite a number of replacement
slaves would be required over the years and a special supply of
drugs would be needed to keep them from killing themselves.
Unless they were especially well-trained and devoted.

Enough of his piss had now pooled at the bottom of the urinal,
mixed together with the teenagers' piss, that the woman had no
choice but so swallow if she wanted to keep breathing, and Max
was mildly amused at the retching and gagging sounds she made.
The description noted that she was a retired breeder who had
popped out 12 babies for the sex slave industry, and that a
slave's looks and body shape weren't important for this usage. A
good selling point for the installation.

The cunt wasn't his age preference and he didn't really get off
on the whole thing, but he thought she deserved a minute of his
attention, even if she didn't appreciate it. After all, she had
done her duty to society by making more young fuckmeat, and he
could still see the faint echo of the little girl slave she
herself had once been in her features. He pissed over her face
for the sake of that loli, lost to time, and to thank her for the
service she had given to humanity since then as a breeder.

He had to admit that with a preteen slut in it, this installation
could have its charm for him. Perhaps as a punishment function
for disobedient cunts, in tandem with the "Pain Boy"
installation. A thought for the future. He zipped up, and without
saying a word to the pissed-on New Livestock, who was still busy
swallowing his vile urine, left the booth.

There were many more installations, some silly, some fanciful,
some dark and harsh, some lighthearted and even funny. Most of
them were sexual but a few practical things were displayed as
well, such as innovative transport boxes, unusual livestock
medication, useful outfits and physical equipment, pleasure drug
variants, cost-effective sleeping booths to minimize the
livestock's space and energy costs, or innovative prostitution
containers with low-cost smart hygiene and health installments.
Most of the remaining sexual installations were less interesting
to Max, and they were mostly crewed by older teenage and young
adult fuckmeat, so eventually he just moved on.

The next hour was spent buying groceries, clothes, some
entertainment items and sexual necessities like lube, tissues and
so forth. Needless to say, the strong military man never carried
any such purchases around himself. That's what his livestock
cuntflesh was for, in addition to all the fucking and abuse, of
course.

The naked redhead and curly blonde had to work their little asses
off to carry all the things their owner bought, but of course
they did so with utmost obedience and dedication. Even though
they were much smaller and weaker than their owner, they knew he
was a person and they were just living tools, so it made moral
sense that they should carry his heavy stuff around for him while
he simply enjoyed his trip, and with horse buttplugs up their
tight assholes too.

When they finally returned to the Cunt Carriage, and his two
little preteen workhorses started loading his purchases into it,
Max took a look at the results of his free blowjob and facials
offer. And indeed, most of his chained kids had sticky cum and
spit all over their faces, upper bodies, even drooled down onto
their legs.

One fat citizen in his fourties was still busy raping the
12-year-old boy's facehole through the obscene ring gag, and he
was panting and swearing as he held the pony shota's little head
in both fat hands and used it like a fleshlight. The fat man
greeted Max with a shy nod, then he pulled his short dick out and
wanked himself off quickly. A few seconds later, he shot a large
load of slimy sperm all over the handsome features and into the
forced-open mouth of the boy, who had clearly been cummed on
before already.

"Are these yours?", he asked Max, still panting heavily while he
put his slimy dick away.

"Indeed they are. I'm glad you've had your fun. That's what they
are for."

The fat man grinned.

"Thanks, Sir. And thank you for your service."

He had noticed the uniform. With an awkward smile, he offered his
fat hand for shaking, but it was soiled with cum, and he withdrew
it again with an embarrassed laugh.

"You're STD-free and everything?"

"Yes Sir. Clean bill of health, just updated."

He fished out the official card and showed it to Max.

"Good man. Now if you'll excuse us, these livestock still have a
carriage to drag home."

Max allowed himself to give a quick wink to the 40-year-old
through his serious military demeanor, then the fat man went into
the mall and Max unchained his pony fuckmeat for carriage duty.
He didn't bother removing the ring gags, and he forbade them to
clean up. That had time until they were home. It would be a much
funnier sight this way.

It was getting late and a little cool for his taste, so he forced
his slave children to drag the Cunt Carriage with increased speed
and enthusiasm. The whip was indispensible for creating the
necessary motivation in the exhausted, soiled and abused kids.

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. He raped one
9-year-old livestock boy in the ass for variety while fingering
and inflicting pain on an 11-year-old slave girl who normally
worked in the kitchen. Then he watched some TV with his cock in
the mouth of one of the two loli cunts who had kneeled unmolested
and in boredom near his couch all day, and finally went to sleep
while the other one gave him an hour-long rimjob in his bedroom.

In the morning, Max was happy he remembered the 7-year-old
brunette and sent his primary servant to free her from the crate
and body cage, let her shit and piss in the concrete hole, and
hose her down outside. When they were done, he cuffed the young
one's hands behind her back again. His breakfast was already
spent with his dick in her mouth and her nose clamped shut.

After breakfast, he had his primary fetch the two pony girls who
had carried his purchases yesterday. The strong man sat back on
his couch with one of them on each side. He fondled the freckled
redhead's developing breasts with his strong hands while kissing
the 11-year-old curly blonde with perverted deep tongue fucking
motions. Then he switched it around, frenched the 12-year-old
ginger and forced his rough man fingers deep into the blonde's
hairless little fuckslit.

During the whole time, his brunette new onahole gave him a
passionate, careful blowjob. He kept these games up until he
ejaculated thick warm fuckslime into her little mouth, and the
three of them watched her show the cum to them, swallow with
dedication and savoring, and then show her empty facehole again.
Once his man juice was in her 7-year-old stomach, he addressed
the two pony girls with an earnest face.

"You two were not face-fucked by strangers yesterday. The city
was denied the use of your bodies, while some of the other ponies
were cummed on more than once. That is a bit unfair, don't you
think?"

They hesitated for a moment, unsure what he wanted to hear. They
hadn't thought it was unfair since they had worked their naked
asses off carrying his stuff around and being humiliated in the
mall, just like he had commanded. But if their owner said it was
unfair, then it was unfair. So they went with a respectful "Yes
Sir".

"I'm glad you agree. For this reason, I have decided to pimp your
worthless asses out to the public. Yesterday evening, I went on
the internet and rented two sex containers for three months each.
You are both going to spend every day of these three months in
those containers, starting today. Your job will be to offer sex
to anyone who passes by. And you will be enthusiastic about it.
You'll get a few hours of sleep during the night, but if someone
knocks and wants to fuck you, you get your asses up any time and
service the customer."

Max pinched and pulled on the nipples of each of them.

"You will sell to anybody with cash whatever they want to buy. If
they want to hurt you, you will offer them your body for
punishment and thank them for the pain. If they want to fuck your
asshole, you will lube it up and present it to them for fucking.
If they want a rimjob, you will spread their ass cheeks with a
big smile and start rimming them out. If they want to piss in
your mouth, you will lick your lips and drink their piss. If they
want to rape your pussy, you will spread your legs wide and beg
for their hard cocks. And so on and so forth. The only limits are
permanent injury, scars, STD infection or death. If someone wants
to do any of those things to you, you will ask them what they are
willing to pay for it. Then you report back to me with the
request and the number and I'll decide. If it's high enough, even
those limits will go away. Oh, and your sales pitch better be
enthusiastic. I'll count the money, and disappointment equals
suffering. Understood?"

He could see that they were both quite unhappy about his
decision, even though they were careful not to show it too much.
There was no point arguing with their owner's allocation choices.
If he wanted them to become filthy preteen rape whores for three
months, their duty was to be the best filthy preteen rape whores
they could be for three months. So they responded merely with an
obligatory "Yes Sir!"

Max had his primary servant fetch an incredibly degrading, slutty
prostitute outfit for both of them. It basically screamed "cheap
fuckmeat" and covered as good as nothing of their slut bodies. In
fact, it was carefully designed to give an obscene emphasis to
their completely naked asses, hairless child pussies, chests and
nipples. He also forced them to wear uncomfortable high heels
along with it, to push their unclothed little girl buttocks
always upwards in an enticing sexualized fashion.

After they were appropriately dressed, he ordered them to sit
down with one of his older slaves who had been pimped out before,
so she could give them advice for two hours. She taught them
about makeup, customs, prices and hygiene, gave them tips and
tricks for handling violent customers, avoiding STDs and
squeezing a bit more cash out of the most perverted johns with
extra disgusting hardcore fetishes. The whole time, she repeated
again and again how important it was to make enough money for
their owner and that "disappointment equals suffering". She was
clearly speaking from experience.

After that, Max crewed the Cunt Carriage again, and rode it to
the part of the city where the two containers were placed,
together with many dozens of others. There were security cameras
everywhere for the police state to suppress crime, including in
the containers themselves. And homelessness was obsolete due to
the basic income guarantee. But it was still not a very good
neighborhood overall.

He put the two fresh young paycunts in their positions and
watched from a distance for a few minutes. Already, an older guy
walked up to the curly blonde and handed her a few coins to throw
a quick fuck into her. Her sexy slutted-up little body and her
pouty kissable lips, now thick red with whorish makeup,
disappeared in the container with the man she didn't even know
but knew she was obligated to fuck and suck.

A few minutes later, the freckled redhead was occupied as well,
kneeling on her container's metal floor and slurping away at a
fat man's slimy dick for a laughable sum of cash, not more than a
burger cost at a cheap fast food restaurant. This was, of course,
just the beginning of a long stream of cocks and cum that the two
livestock slavegirls would be forced to handle in the next three
months. And over time, the small sums would add up for their
owner. The military man was happy to see that money was being
made, and decided to spend a miniscule fraction of it immediately
on fucking one of the other child whores who were presenting
themselves nearby. In the meantime, the remaining pony kids had
to wait naked and chained to the Cunt Carriage.

He took a long look over all the fuckmeat offering their bodies
to him in front of their containers, many of them adult or older
teenage whores, some even men and boys, and all of them wearing
collars to identify them as New Livestock. Finally, he walked up
to a roughly 10-year-old slutgirl with long fine black hair and
somewhat whorish but not overdone lipstick and makeup covering
her slightly Asian features. She was wearing almost nothing on
her attractive prepubescent body without breast development, and
he offered her a few coins for half an hour of sex. She smiled
warmly at him.

Max carefully checked the bill of health on her slave collar, and
decided it was fresh enough to take the risk. He was happy that
she demanded to see his too, which indicated that her previous
customers probably had had a clean bill of health also. Then he
followed her wriggling little girl ass as she walked on high
heels into her container and closed the door behind them. The
loli slave prostitute, no doubt forced to do this under threat of
severe beatings, torture or death, was quite professional and
used to customer handling.

She started to take off her high heels and sexy net stockings,
but he stopped her. Her hairless underage pussy was visible and
accessible in this outfit, and so were the cute little nipples on
her smooth flat chest. There was no need for her to take anything
off.

"Kneel down, take my cock out and start sucking", he ordered, and
the forced kiddie whore complied. She went to her knees before
the standing strong man and carefully opened his uniform pants to
fish his hardening dick out with her small soft fingers. With a
smile and a wink, the little half-Asian prostitute licked her
lips and started slowly and sensually sucking on the tip of his
dick that was rapidly getting harder. Max normally didn't
appreciate flirtateous gestures like these from his own slaves,
as they were merely livestock and following orders submissively.
But to this 10-year-old cunt, even though she was no doubt forced
to do this dozens of times a day, he was a customer to please,
and he could appreciate her professional effort.

Within half a minute of soft gentle sucking, the young girl took
his member deep into her mouthhole, making slurping and yummy
moaning sounds on purpose to appeal to her customer's ears as
well as his cock. In between her back and forth motions, she gave
slow long licks to the full length and tip of his prick, only to
continue her deep sucking a moment later. He stroked her fine
long black hair with his strong hands, then he started putting
pressure on her head to guide her and increase the speed.

Shortly after, he was raping her face deeply, and her slurping
sounds were now replaced by authentic gagging and wet facefucking
noises as his strength took over and her little girl throat was
mostly just used as a living fleshlight. Just because he didn't
own her didn't mean he needed to go soft on her. She was still
just owned fuckmeat, not a person whose feelings mattered, and he
had paid for her hardcore use.

He kept up this hard and deep mouth rape for a few minutes, then
he pulled out and ordered her to sit on a nearby table with her
legs spread wide. Most customers would probably fuck her on the
mattrass, but Max preferred it in this way. He was athletic
enough to fuck girls standing and doing all the work if necessary
for hours, and he enjoyed the view of her hairless preteen pussy
as she spread her legs wide for him. Max grabbed the ankles above
her high-heeled little girl feet and held them far apart.

Her small fuckslit had no doubt had hundreds, if not thousands of
cocks in it before. After all, she was a dedicated New Livestock
whore and already 10 years old. But it still looked so nice and
underdeveloped, with small pussy lips and a tiny clit barely
visible until he let go of one foot to spread the vagina apart
with his fingers. He thought he could see small scar traces of
former injuries from all the adult cocks forcing themselves into
her anatomically unprepared fuckhole, but it had all healed well
and looked perfectly fuckable. The handsome preteen girl smiled
up at him and reached for lube from the back of the table.

She slowly and gently massaged his hard cock, already slimy from
her saliva and his precum, and took her sweet-ass time lubing him
up. It was almost as if she was giving him a handjob, and Max
could tell she was trying to stall the fucking and get most of
the stimulation done with her soft little hands. One of the many
tricks a little preteen whore learned in her duties to reduce the
actual amount of painful fucking, the rawness of her tiny pussy
that would no doubt accumulate throughout the day, and the risk
of injury.

Max tolerated it for a minute, but when the young paycunt tried
to overdo it for his taste, he slapped her face hard, took the
lube from her with an angry glance, smeared large globs into her
small vagina with rough motions and then immediately started
pushing the tip of his hard dick against her opening. He could
see her suppress some tears and sobs from his sudden painful
slap, but she didn't resist or protest in any way. Smart little
whore. Offending paying clients was almost never a good idea for
a forced New Livestock prostitute.

A few moments later, his glans was already vanished fully in her
fuckslit. He enjoyed the tight warm-wet feeling on the sensitive
tip for a moment, then he started fucking his dick into the slave
whore's lubed-up cunt until half of it was buried inside of her,
then out again until he almost slipped out, then back in again.
Normally, he broke in his own kid slaves until they could take
most of his dick in all holes without major problems. It was
anatomically hard, but most of them were already pre-trained from
early childhood on and could get used to deep penetration.
Sometimes, he just brute-forced it on the new ones causing severe
pain and often injury to his livestock children.

But this black-haired cunt was not his property and damaging her
would cause pointless trouble, so full penetration wasn't on his
priority list with her. She was still in quite some pain though,
and moaning and whining with hurtful little girl gasps. Her
severe discomfort was also written all over her cute slut face,
even though she tried to fake enjoyment to please her military
rapist customer. Max smiled a sadistic smile. This was exactly
what he wanted from a worthless forced fuckslut like her.

Max kept fucking her lubed-up preteen paypussy with fast hard
thrusts for 10 minutes while holding up her slender legs with her
beautiful net stockings and high heels almost in a straight line,
and she had her thin arms around his strong neck for balance. Her
naked little ass kept bouncing back and forth on the table, which
was shaking with his ravaging motions. Whenever he felt like it,
he leaned into her for a sloppy french kiss, and the young girl's
tongue danced a perverted intimate dance with his own through her
red soft whore lips.

When he was close to cumming, he pulled out and ordered her on
her knees again. The well-fucked slave cunt lost no time before
obeying. She knew he was on the brink of orgasm and she didn't
want to lose his arousal. The sooner she could get her duty over
with, the faster she would get more money from the next customer
to avoid punishment from her owner, or perhaps just rest her
tired sore pussy for a few more minutes between the mandatory
hard fucks. Max pushed his almost painfully erect dick, now
additionally soiled with the lube and her own fuckslime, into her
mouth again and raped it deep and fast until he was ready for
cumming.

In the last moment, he withdrew his manhood and ejaculated thick
warm spurts of white cum all over her beautiful half-Asian child
face, only to distribute it with his dick in slimy large traces.
Then he spat viscous spit from the back of his throat onto her a
few times and rubbed it over her mouth, cheeks and little nose
mixed together with his fuckslime. He enjoyed the afterglow of
his nice facial orgasm for a bit while rubbing himself all over
her, and the 10-year-old slave prostitute made joyful noises to
fake appreciation for his cum, spit and hot cock on her face.
After another long minute, Max pushed his dick against her red
soft lips again and she opened up to suck him clean as best she
could.

When she had done that to his satisfaction, he took a tissue from
the table, wiped himself clean of the rests and carelessly
dropped it to the metal floor of the sex container. Without a
further glance or even one word of thanks or goodbye to the
well-fucked and cum-covered slave girl still kneeling in slut
clothes on the floor, he just left the container.

Even though she was not his own and he had paid her, the
10-year-old cunt was still just a sex object doing her lawful
duty, no more worthy of additional attention than the
sperm-stained tissue he had just discarded. A New Livestock child
whore that had fulfilled her function did not deserve gratitude,
praise, or acknowledgement as a human being from the people who
had fucked their hard adult cocks into her tight preteen holes.
She had merely done her mandatory job as a disposable cum bucket
and made a small sum of money for her owner to avoid punishment
and earn the privilege of continued survival and drug use.
Thanking her in addition or saying goodbye to her would have been
silly to Max, like talking to the table on which he had just
given her a hard fuck.

Max saw with satisfaction that his own red-haired 12-year-old
whore was also done sucking off her first client and was already
trying to sell herself again to the next potential customers. The
blonde 11-year-old was still in her container doing God knew what
for her client. Max felt his work was done here, and finally went
home in the Cunt Carriage which had to be dragged back by only
the six remaining cold and exhausted kiddie ponies.

During the next few days, Max spent all his free time having hard
sex with his remaining loli slaves, and the locked-up teenage
breeders who weren't currently pregnant, to knock them up again.
He paid special attention to his latest acquisition, the
7-year-old brunette. Every day, the little one was fucked both in
her tiny tight vagina and her small butthole several times. The
other dedicated cum buckets had to suck and lick his fuckrod
clean after each rape, and then suck and lick the jizz out of her
well-used holes to swallow it all.

The young slut was allowed to sleep in his bed most nights, and
usually fell asleep with his dick in her mouth. Most of the other
time she spent in the living room, on the couch or kneeling on
the floor, to suck and deepthroat his cock, lick his balls, eat
his ass out, or do whatever else he fancied. It was mostly
uncomfortable but not too boring or agonizing. This way, she even
got to watch some TV or at least listen to it while she was busy
doing her job as a living sex robot.

Her hands were still cuffed behind her back almost all of the
time, but they were uncuffed often enough that she wasn't in
severe pain and her shoulders weren't ruined. And of course the
drug highs were fantastic every day.

The young New Livestock was getting her hopes up that life here
might be quite acceptable, perhaps even enjoyable. And who knew,
maybe her owner was even starting to love her a little. It
appeared to her that, between the painful ass and pussy fucking
and the humiliating deepthroating and asshole rimming, he
sometimes touched her petite naked body with sincere gentle
affection. Little did she know that her owner had made a fateful
allocation decision that would soon crush her young dreams.

One evening, he decided to have her beautiful brown hair shaved
off almost completely and leave only very short stubbles. After
it was done, Max dragged the little cunt by her nipple chain to
the bathroom. He had done this many times in the past few days,
and she thought he would just piss on her again and then it would
be back to sexual duty in his bedroom or living room.

However, the military man had something more permanent in mind
this time. Once the New Livestock was kneeling next to the toilet
with her head on the back of the seat and her mouth open for
piss, he snapped his fingers. Within seconds, the primary servant
rushed over to him. He waited until the young fuckslut was on her
knees in the mandatory submission pose before giving his order,
just so that she would have to get up again.

"Bring me a medium-length metal chain and a padlock."

The servant bowed and rushed off to fetch the demanded items.
Once she had handed them to him, he wrapped the chain around the
base of the toilet. Then he pulled one end through the young
one's nipple chain between her piercings, and then closed the
chain circle around the toilet base with the padlock. The weight
of the metal tugged on her small nipple piercings, but that
wasn't her biggest problem. She was now chained to the toilet by
her nipples, and it dawned on her that her owner probably didn't
do that just to piss on her once.

The preteen sex slave knew she was just an object, not a person
like her owner, and had no right to expect any luxury whatsoever.
But when she had been sold into Max' household, it had kindled a
hope that she would get to sleep in a real bed sometimes, even if
it was just for fucking. And that her duties, even as a painslut
or fuck puppet, would have a certain diversity to them. This
whole toilet chain and padlock thing didn't bode well for the
7-year-old. Max confirmed her worst fear.

"This is your home from now on", he announced. "It's been a few
weeks since I had a dedicated toilet slave. The last one... well,
let's just say she's not with us anymore."

He grabbed the blonde hair of the primary servant, who had not
been dismissed and was still kneeling nearby, and pushed his
semi-hard manhood against her pretty face. The ten-year-old
immediately started giving him a loving and passionate blowjob,
while the little toilet slave looked up at them, her mouth still
opened for piss. Despite her trained self-discipline, she could
not keep tears from welling up in her beautiful brown eyes.

"Here's how your future will look like: When I or one of my
guests come to piss, you will offer your mouth, just like you are
doing now. When someone takes a shit, you will offer your tongue
to clean them afterwards. It will be up the user if they still
want to use toilet paper. I myself prefer little girl tongues
instead, so that's going to be one of your main functions."

The muscular man grabbed the blonde hair of his primary servant
painfully in a fist and started fucking into her loli face with
hard, fast thrusts. She accepted the rough handling without a
noise of prostest, as was her duty. With his other hand, he
picked up a used toilet brush and pushed it against the cute face
and into the open mouth of the new toilet slave.

"You know how to use this?"

She nodded, after he had scratched the dirty brush up and down
her face for a bit and then removed it. Even though the little
cunt had been trained as a dedicated sex slave, she had still
been forced to clean the occasional toilet to prepare her for
possible household duties. He dropped the brush to the floor out
of her reach.

"Well, it doesn't matter because you're not going to use it. You
are the toilet brush here. Your duty is to keep this toilet in
perfect condition. Drops of piss, shit stains, you will remove
all of that until it's top-notch clean. And you will always use
your tongue for that."

Small tears began to pool on the toilet seat where her face was
resting, but her mouth was still dutifully open. The primary
servant choked herself on his cock in deep rapid motions to
please her owner. Only gagging and gargling sounds came from her.

"You are expected to clean your mouth and tongue as well. After
all, they are my toilet paper. To this end, you will use the
toilet water. Feel free to drink from it too. You'll pretty much
have to, as it will be the only thing you'll ever be allowed to
drink. You'll get your nutrient sludge, brought to you by a
servant once a day. And yes, you will get your drugs. But when
you feel thirsty, this is your only friend from now on."

He pointed to the toilet.

"You are not allowed to flush, by the way. That's the privilege
of me and my guests. If I piss or take a shit without flushing,
you'll just have to work with that. Don't worry, you're not
expected to eat the shit. I will give you explicit orders if I
want you to do that. It can stay in until I flush later. You will
still clean the toilet, of course, and your tongue in the water."

The military man pondered for a moment.

"What else... oh, yes. You will be unchained twice a day to take
a piss or dump in the slave quarters. You already know the hole.
The rest of the time, you'll have to hold it in. If you make a
mess, it's massive needle torture for you. Obviously you're not
allowed to use my toilet. You'll be hosed down outside with cold
water once a day for health and hygiene, while the servants clean
the room. Your cuffs will be unlocked then too, so your arms and
shoulders don't take too much damage. You better enjoy those
moments, because your hands will be cuffed behind your back all
the other time..."

His breath was getting heavy and he felt his orgasm nearing. He
buried both his strong fists into the blonde cunt's hair and
raped her face hard and fast, until he shot a hot load of cum
down her trained throat. Panting heavily, he pushed in and out of
her in slow motion, then he just pressed her head into his crotch
until the last spurts of fuckslime had been squeezed out. After a
bit of deepthroat afterglow, he pulled out and smeared his slimy
pulsing dick all over the servant's girl face. She pushed herself
into his movement with worshipful dedication until her eyes,
cheeks, nose and sensual lips were covered in his warm ooze.

"Your chain is wide enough for you to lie down on the floor.
You're not getting a pillow or some fancy shit like that, so you
better get used to it. The room's a little cold in the night,
especially the floor, so you probably won't enjoy it too much...
but no one gives a shit. And stop crying, cunt. This is what you
were made for."

He aimed his softening cock at her still-opened mouth and let a
stream of warm piss flow into it and over her young face, washing
away her pool of tears and replacing them with his own stinking
urine. Then he just left the room without flushing or saying
another word, servant cunt in tow, switched off the light and
closed the door for the night.

While the new little toilet slave had to sleep on the cold hard
floor next to the toilet, Max enjoyed a comfortable night in his
warm bed cuddled up with his blonde primary servant, but without
fucking her again. The next day, he took it easy on the slave
raping for a change. In the morning, he had a nice breakfast,
pissed into his toilet slave again, who had clearly been crying
her eyes out for hours over her new position, and then lazily
made out with some of his naked kiddie sluts without any real
sex.

After lunch, Max hopped into his rickshaw to get to the Stone
Hills with four of his favorite 8 to 12-year-old sex slaves. They
took turns dragging the small vehicle while chained to each other
by their collars. Of course, even the ones who weren't currently
dragging him still had to walk the whole 7 kilometers long walk
naked, while he was sitting comfortably and in uniform.

The Stone Hills were a location dedicated to force sex slaves to
do hard physical work for no good reason. The main attraction was
an old abandoned mine shaft, not very deep, with hard and heavy
rocks piled up at the lower end. The slaves' task was to carry
all the rocks barefoot, naked and without any equipment out of
the mine and up a nearby hill with a plateau at the top. Then
they had to make a number of small stone hills on that plateau
from the rocks they had carried all the way up. Hence the name,
Stone Hills.

During this work, the naked sex slaves were whipped and yelled at
by taskmasters in BDSM outfits. Anyone with a clean bill of
health could be a taskmaster, but they had to pay for it or bring
at least two STD-free New Livestock with them. The agreement
included the right to abuse and command all of the slaves around,
and also sexually molest and rape them in any desired way, but
not to injure the merchandise on purpose.

Of course, accidents still happened quite often, and such
property damage was a risk that the taskmasters had to accept as
a condition for participating with their own slaves. And needless
to say, the slaves' skin was usually covered in scratches from
the hard rocks they had to carry, and welts and whip marks from
the abuse and violence that the taskmasters infliced on them.

When a slave was too slow or tired, they were brutally motivated
through pain by the taskmasters. They could be raped at any time,
but it was custom to wait until all the rocks had been carried up
the hills and piled up, and then to have a proper orgy with all
the livestock at the same time. After that, the used, roughed up
and cum-covered fuckmeat had to carry the rocks down again and
put them in the exact place in the old mine from which they had
taken them in the first place.

Max loved the symbolism of the Stone Hills, a literal Sysiphos
task for the sex slaves. Its only point was sadism and cruel
infliction of hard, meaningless toil on the naked sluts, just so
the taskmasters could enjoy inflicting it, and punishing them for
being too slow. That was, of course, a perfectly appropriate use
of the New Livestock.

Other activities were common as well, such as chopping wood and
carrying it around to make large piles, and of course there were
servant slaves also, for preparing food, cleaning up and so on.
Sometimes, the Stone Hills organizers hosted special events where
the slaves had to build large pyramids together with huge stone
blocks, or go through other severe ordeals, like competing with
each other in exhausting fights or physical endurance contests.
The winners would get extra drug doses, while the losers were
punished and gang-raped brutally.

Today, Max spent only a few hours at the Stone Hills, not the
whole day like most times. After he had changed out of his
uniform in a locker room, he admired himself in the mirror. He
thought he looked good as a taskmaster in his mean-looking BDSM
leather suit with his dick hanging out. Some of his good friends
and aquaintances were here also as taskmasters, most of them men
but also some dominant women. Max enjoyed seeing them and having
smalltalk with them. Most of the slaves were older than his
preference, mostly teenage and young adult livestock. But a few
were also naked prepubescent children. Almost all of them were
female, but some people had brought a few teenage and preteen
boys as well.

Max always enjoyed whipping the sex slaves brought by other
taskmasters, especially the young ones. Today, one 14-year-old
New Livestock in particular caught his attention. She was petite
for her age and very pretty, with beautiful long light-brown
hair. It almost appeared to him that she was slacking off a
little on purpose when she passed him by with a heavy stone in
her thin arms, just so that he would hurt her. He generously
inflicted pain from his leather belt and whip on her every time,
and she was perversely smiling whenever he hit her naked body. He
could see her shaved teenage cunt was almost dripping wet with
arousal. The slave girl was clearly getting off on this.

One time when she passed by him, she tripped and fell over the
large hard rock she had been carrying. Her knees and shins were
clearly hurt. It wasn't a terrible injury, but some of the skin
had been scratched bloody and she had watery eyes from the pain,
which was written all over her pretty face.

"Get up you fucking cunt! No one said you could rest!", Max
yelled at her with his hanging-out cock getting hard at the
sight. Hard hits rained down on the naked teenage livestock from
his leather belt, all over her slender sexy body. She struggled
to get up on her knees on the hard stone floor under his brutal
violence and despite her injury. When she turned her head to look
at him, he could see an almost religious horny worship in her
eyes. It was almost like she was a sexual fanatic getting off on
being hurt and yelled at by this strong adult taskmaster. She
even spread her legs and arched her back a little so he could
take a good long look at her wet aroused teenage pussy, even
though he kept hitting her brutally and yelling at her.

It was clear that she was a masochistic teenage slave slut who
loved being hurt and abused and desired to be raped hard by Max.
On a whim, he decided to do her the favor. He grabbed her thin,
long brown hair painfully in a fist and pushed her down to the
floor again. With the other hand, he reached down to maul and
twist her small 14-year-old breasts, and then he lined up his
hard cock with her dripping pussy and forced himself into her
right then and there on the stone floor of the mine in front of
everybody else. The other slaves had to pass by the rape scene
but were careful not to slack off or trip themselves too since
the other taskmasters would punish them severely if they did.

When Max entered the young cunt with his grown man dick, she
couldn't suppress a sincere lusty moan of joy. What a slut. He
immediately started fucking her hard and brutally, while pushing
her beautiful teenage cunt face against the stone floor and
hurting her body in whimsical ways throughout the mutually
enjoyable rape. The military man kept this up for five minutes
before he came deep into her slippery wet slave pussy, and she
was unable to keep her own moaning and panting down to a decent
level as she, too, came hard from his adult cock pounding and
painful mistreatment.

This was not the first time he had seen such reactions in the sex
slaves. Many of them developed a form of sexual Stockholm
syndrome, or they were genuine submissives by nature. Some of
them almost begged for pain from their owner or whoever was
allowed to abuse them at the time. He had seen this in young
adults, teenagers, but surprisingly even in some prepubescent sex
slave children.

Max actually preferred it when his livestock hated what was being
done to them, since he was a proper sadist, but he could
appreciate the advantages of horny masochistic sex slaves as
well. And the perversion of the idea that they enjoyed being
captive rape and torment sluts for their owners had its
attraction. It didn't happen with all the slaves, but much more
often than he would naively have expected. Max was sure some of
it was due to the breeding companies' indoctrination methods, but
part of it was probably genetic as well.

New Livestock were undergoing a rapid evolution ever since the
breeding program had begun. Their ubiquitous suicide option
combined with their harsh treatment strongly selected against any
kind of depression, resentment or emotional weakness in the face
of hardship. High pain thresholds and a submissive, obedient,
sexually masochistic character were favored by natural selection
in the New Livestock population, simply because it increased
their survivial and reproduction odds.

And some breeding companies sped this process up on purpose,
through methods like pre-implantation genetic diagnostics,
strategic forced breeding, sperm selection, and direct germ-line
gene editing. Even transgenic New Livestock was already on the
market. Max had seen slaves that glowed in the dark and other
funny shit like that. Some were more useful, for example, some
companies experimented with genetically engineered STD
resistances, lower sleep requirements, reduced pain perception
and faster healing of whip marks and sexual injuries. Since they
were just biological objects, not people, there was no ethical
problem with these kinds of research. At least, no one was
complaining in public. Max grinned thinking about it. No one who
survived the complaining, anyway.

And this was just the beginning. Hell, there would probably be
anatomical changes to make the youngest sex slaves more fuckable.
Or perhaps the breeding companies would find a way to speed up
early childhood development so that new babies could be grown
into attractive preteen and teenage cuntflesh faster and even
more cheaply.

As for their looks, merciless selection was already taking place
simply through the market process. In the future, no one would
ever have to settle for visual mediocrity in their lovers again.
Everybody would have constant access to gorgeous supermodel
slaves of any age who had no right to say no to any sexual
request, and in fact, no longer any desire to refuse any sexual
activity demanded of them.

At some point, the New Livestock would probably become so devoted
just by their new genetic nature that you could switch the
surveillance cameras off, throw the whips and chains away, forgo
the indoctrination training, declare them all free people and
they would still spend all their lives naked on their knees
taking orders and worshipping cock and pussy.

Naural evolution had always created sexual submissives, and
phenomena like the Stockholm syndrome as a survival and
reproduction strategy in a world of severe sexual, physical and
economic brutality. But with the New Livestock, it happened much
faster and more extremely now than it ever had in any other
animal.

Since he had just made this 14-year-old masochist very happy by
raping her wet cunt hard on the stone floor of the mine, he
forced her to clean him with her young slut mouth and then to
pick up the big heavy rock she was carrying and continue to get
it up on the hill depite her bloody shins and knees. He yelled
the order in a stern voice and gave her a few more hits with his
leather belt until she picked up the required speed again. He
could see, however, that she was almost grinning with perverted,
paradoxical joy from his mistreatment.

After this fuck, Max had lost his sexual appetite for a while and
decided not to wait around until the orgy. He whipped a few more
slaves around, then he told his friends and some of the other
taskmasters that he would soon leave with his cunts again, and if
they wanted to fuck any of them, they had to do it in the next
half hour. This led to more sex in the mine, as his own four 8 to
12-year-old slave girls were raped in their little mouths,
pussies and in one case asshole.

Max watched the whole thing with moderate interest, but mostly
distracted himself by abusing other slaves with his whip and belt
and yelling at them for being too slow. Not all the slaves
enjoyed this treatment quite as much as the perverted 14-year-old
had though, and some of them were crying with genuine despair as
they were very exhausted but not allowed to stop on threat of
more pain.

Finally, Max gathered his cum-covered kiddie livestock, said
goodbye to his friends and the other taskmasters, donned his
uniform again and forced the four girls to drag him home in the
rickshaw.

The next few hours, he was busy making his rounds and then just
chilling in the living room without any sex. He ate a nice
dinner, prepared by his unpaid preteen New Livestock in the
kitchen, and then just watched some TV until it was almost dark.

In the evening, Max' doorbell rang, and his primary servant cunt
opened it for him. It was one of his comerades in uniform. The
tall man looked up and down her naked, barely pubescent body and
smiled at her warmly.

"Max? You there?"

"Frank? I'm back here. Come in!"

He shouted from the living room. Frank entered and took off his
shoes. The blonde servant slut closed the door behind him.

"Hi, to what do I owe the late pleasure?"

"Max, we should talk in private. No livestock, no other ears."

The military man gave his comerade a quizzical look.

"You heard the man, sluts. Out! Kneel in your quarters with your
foreheads pressed to the floor and cover your ears."

After his naked young fuckmeat had shuffled out of the room and
closed the doors behind them, Frank sat down, pulled out some
copied documents and handed them to Max.

"Look at these."

They were the standard consent forms used by pregnant free women
to signify that their future baby was intentionally bred as New
Livestock. One of them was signed by the mother of his current
primary servant, and showed the little cunt's slave ID. The other
one was from some stranger. Max raised an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"Look at the other one. See the layout? Take a look at the exact
wording of the disclaimers."

"Yeah, they're a little different. So what?"

"See the dates? They're the same. But the new layout was
introduced half a year later. It wasn't even designed yet at that
date."

"They've backdated the consent form?"

"Yup. Guess which one."

"Holy shit. That means..."

"Exactly. Your naked little slut was born a free citizen. Her
mother decided 8 months later that she wanted her to be a slave
instead. Something about getting back at the father for breaking
up during the pregnancy. She backdated the consent form and
destroyed the baby's birth certificate. Her new boyfriend, who
worked at the registration office at the time, deleted the baby's
free citizen status from the database, rubber-stamped the consent
form and registered her as New Livestock. He raped the child too,
and trained her as a sex slave for years, with the mother's
permission. The kid was then sold to Little Nymphets when she was
5. They trained her until she was 9, well, you know the rest.
Only they have plausible deniability."

That was, of course, highly illegal. The tyrants' decree had been
extremely clear about this. Free people, even 8-month-old babies,
were never enslaved. Even people who had a slavery fetish could
not choose to become New Livestock. New Livestock were
intentionally bred slaves, from their first day to their last, no
exceptions. They were objects that would otherwise not exist at
all, given life only to serve humanity. That made selling
pre-existing children taboo. Any exception would muddle the water
and undermine the propaganda.

Max scratched his head.

"Damn, this is a mess. Fuck that woman. Now what?"

"The mother is already arrested and has confessed to the crime.
She's scheduled for execution. So is the boyfriend who covered it
up. The problem is, this is not supposed to happen. We can't have
a trained slave suddenly become a free citizen. They would have
to rehabilitate her, pay her all the basic income back, for 10
years. Explain to the remaining livestock that this one is a
person now, but they still aren't. Explain to the other free
citizens that all livestock are bred only for the purpose of
slavery, except this one wasn't. We can't have that situation.
She can't be free now. We can't have the precedent."

"This has never happened before?"

Frank laughed.

"It's a bureocracy, Max. What do you think?"

"I see. Well, that's quite the conundrum. What are my orders?"

The tall man gave him a long silent look. After 10 seconds, he
responded.

"You like snuff, right? And sometimes accidents happen. And
sometimes they euthanize themselves with the auto-injector. If
only that had happened three hours before I told you this..."

Max hesitated only for a moment.

"I understand."

"I'll go eat a burger and rape some slave whores. I don't like
them quite as young as you, but to each his own. I'll be back in
3 hours."

"Thank you, Frank."

"No, thank you, Max. People with your understanding are needed in
this world."

The tall man put his shoes back on and left. Max opened the door
to the corridor.

"CUNTS! BACK IN HERE!"

He screamed to make sure they heard him despite his order to
cover their ears. Twenty seconds later, they rushed back in to
kneel at their mandatory positions.

The muscular officer waited until they were all set, then he
snapped his fingers. The blonde servant girl hastily assumed her
submission pose before the man she thought was her rightful
owner.

He reached down and gently fondled her developing breast mounds
with his strong hands, smiling.

"You're going to be my very special girl tonight."

Max knew it wasn't right to rape or torment her, now that he knew
her real status. But if she was going to die for the greater good
anyway, there was no point in letting the opportunity go to
waste. After all, he had paid for that ass.

He pointed to one of the two obligatory kiddie sluts kneeling
nearby, roughly 11 years old, with an exceptionally beautiful
face, a slender perfect loli body and shoulder-long blonde-brown
hair.

"Hey cunt! You're my new primary servant while this one is busy.
Understood?"

"Yes Sir!"

Only Max was aware that this was going to be a permanent career
change for both of them.

"And you, crawl after me on all fours."

He walked out of the living room, into the corridor and down the
stairs to the basement. The blonde 10-year-old and the new
primary servant both followed him downstairs naked and crawling.
The new primary kept her distance though, as was her job. She
knew enough to know that she was supposed to kneel available near
him all the time, but stay out of her owner's sight unless he
snapped his fingers. She also knew she had to keep an eye on the
clock to bring him refreshments and offerings when it was time.

In the basement, Max snapped his fingers and the new primary
rushed toward him and assumed the mandatory submission pose, with
her legs spread, her eyes lowered and her hands crossed behind
her back. Max enjoyed the view of her bare hairless fuckslit for
a moment, then he gave her his orders.

"Drag the metal pool from the storage room here and place it in
the center. Then fill it with cold water from the hose. Then
bring me handcuffs and lube."

The beautiful loli fuckslut made her bow of deference and then
rushed away to get the metal pool. It was a circular water pool,
just half a meter high and with a small diameter, like those
inflatable plastic ponds used for toddlers. Except this one was
made of metal and the naked girl had to work her little ass off
to move it at all, let alone drag it though the door and position
it in the middle of the room. She managed to fulfill her duty
after several long minutes of struggling, which Max watched with
his dick in the mouth of his former primary, and of course
without lending a hand.

Once it was done, the new primary filled it up with cold water.
Then she hurried away to get the lube and handcuffs. The gorgeous
11-year-old worried about the impatient look on her owner's face.
She did her best, but if that wasn't good enough, it might mean
forgone drug doses or special rapes and beatings for the naked
preteen cunt.

She remembered vividly how he had once pressed her nose and mouth
mercilessly closed with his strong hands while he had raped her
prepubescent pussy, and she had thought she would suffocate. He
had repeated this again and again for an hour while pounding his
hard man cock into her underdeveloped vagina. It was almost like
he wanted to punish her for being so exceptionally pretty, and
she knew that her good looks didn't change the fact that she was
a just piece of fuckmeat, disposable and completely worthless
compared to her owner, and that he had every right to hurt her if
he deemed her service lacking, no matter how much effort she put
into it.

When she returned with the items, the former primary was already
kneeling on all fours in front of the pond, with her legs apart,
bubble ass up high with her child pussy and asshole shamelessly
displayed and her little feet pointing in different directions at
an angle.

Max, after enjoying the view for a bit, had already grabbed her
hair and dunked her into the ice-cold water. The blonde did not
defend herself or move in any way. She didn't even protest. It
was not the first time her owner had nearly drowned her, and she
knew she would soon get it up her asshole hard while she
desperately wished she could breathe. She also knew that enduring
this was her duty, and if it pleased her owner even a little, it
was more than justified.

"Lick her ass and stick your tongue in."

The gorgeous new primary went on all fours, after putting the
lube and handcuffs down on the floor next to him and immediately
started delving into the other slave's asscrack. He watched her
work her humiliating oral rim service for 2 minutes, while he
drowned the former primary for 30 seconds at a time, interrupted
by 10 seconds each to let her draw some fast breaths.

His fist was buried painfully in her wet blonde hair, and he was
hard as a rock from the knowledge that this girl was going to die
by his hand today, and she had no idea just how close this
familiar near-death game was to her acutal fate. Neither did she
know that she wasn't really a fuckslave at all, that he was
technically committing a crime against her, though secretly
sanctioned by the military police, and that the government
actually owed her money she would never get. She had her cunt
mother to thank for all of that.

Since the little livestock couldn't talk in this position to
demand death from the auto-injector, Max had unattached the
remote trigger and placed it in her hand, as was the law in these
cases. Max always followed it, and those people who didn't
quickly found out the hard way just how stupid it was to break
laws like these. It wasn't just mercy or honorable respect for
the slaves' promised right to die at any time, but also a matter
of loyalty to the tyrants. He completely understood why some
sadists or commercial exploiters wanted to remove or deactivate
the auto-injectors. If the livestock couldn't even die, there was
so much more sexual torture and brutal extortion that could be
forced on them. The surveillance state was unforgiving though,
and Max had executed more than one slave owner who had tried such
tampering.

As a member of the military police, Max might have even gotten
away with such crimes occasionally, but why push his luck? It
never ceased to amaze him how much he could inflict on some of
his preteen fuck puppets before they preferred nonexistence. Most
of them didn't want to die, almost regardless of how badly he
abused them. And replacing the occasional dead kid was no big
deal either. Hell, it was even a service to natural selection if
you thought about it. If a specifically bred loli slave slut
couldn't endure some suffering in worship of his hard military
cock, then she certainly didn't deserve to become one of his
teenage breeders later and make more livestock babies for the sex
slaves market.

He couldn't really complain about this blonde cunt though. She
had served him obediently and accepted her role as a cum bucket,
service tool and abuse object with devotion. She didn't deserve
to die, and she could have had a future as a breeder in his
stable or as a forced prostitute on the public market, if she had
actually been a New Livestock. Who knew, maybe she would have
survived into her thirties and then died attached to that urinal
installation or something. With the pleasure drugs, it might have
been worth it for her. But c'est la vie. Sometimes sacrifices had
to be made for the good of all mankind.

Max pushed the new primary out of the way, and the gorgeous
11-year-old's tongue plopped out of the other girl's asshole.

"Lube us up", he ordered as he positioned himself behind the
blonde's sexy bubble ass. While his new primary obeyed and
applied generous amounts of cool lube to his almost painfully
hard penis and the blonde's backdoor, he kept dunking his
victim's head under the cold water on a whim, but less long and
interrupted by more frequent short breaks now. After all, he
didn't want her to die without being assfucked by his throbbing
cock one last time. The muscular man grabbed her thin arms and
dragged them behind her back so that she had to rest her upper
body painfully on the steel pool's rough ridge. Then he cuffed
them together this way with the handcuffs.

"Good. Now line up my dick with her asshole. Make sure it doesn't
slip to the side as I push in."

The handsome slave cunt provided the demanded assistance with her
slender soft hands and beautiful fingers while he put forward
pressure on the girl. He could feel himself penetrating her
lubed-up slippery little sphincter with the mushroom tip of his
hard cock and then gliding into her bowels deeper and deeper,
slowly but without mercy, until the full length and thickness of
his adult manhood was buried deep inside her 10-year-old
butthole. She was used to anal fucking, but it was an anatomical
inevitability that she was in quite some pain from being
stretched and filled so hard and deeply. Not that anybody gave a
shit about her feelings.

The blonde sex object didn't protest or withdraw, but she
couldn't help gasp, sob and wince in pain every so often. It was
just too hard to suppress these noises, even though she feared
they were offensive to her owner and she knew he had every right
to fuck his hard prick as deeply and brutally into any part of
her slut body as he wanted. After all, she knew from her
indoctrination training that her owner's wonderful cock had more
moral worth than her valueless slavecunt body, her irrelevant
suffering, and her disposable livestock life combined. Max cut
her involuntary wincing and whining off by simply pushing her
head under water again when she got too annoying.

"Bring me two drug doses", he ordered the new primary who was
obediently kneeling next to him showing her hairless pussy. She
knew she had to bring him offerings too, but her owner had not
dismissed her yet. The little beauty made a bow of deference and
ran upstairs.

While she was gone, Max started fucking the cuffed slut's kiddie
ass with slow and deep thrusts, taking up speed only very slowly
over time to draw out this last hard fuck in her little sex slave
life. With his free hand, he killed some time slapping her ass,
strained thighs and bent arms when he felt like it. This was met
with more pained noises from her, intermixed with her desperate
gasps for air. And roughly half of the time, her pretty little
head was spent under icy water. The hard metal ridge, on which
the full weight of her upper body rested now, with the additional
pressure from his dunking motions, scratched against the girl's
tender skin, inflicting severe pain, rubbing her raw and even
drawing some blood. But Max didn't care. There was no point in
going soft on her now. It was not like her looks would matter
anymore after this.

His servant returned with the doses and he stopped his fucking
motions for a moment to insert both into his anal rape victim's
auto-injector. Then he activated it so that both were injected
immediately into her system. Not an overdose that would kill her,
but unusually fantastic pleasure coursing through her veins.
Given that she was not even really a slave, Max felt she deserved
at least this extasy in her last few minutes.

"Lick my asshole. Try to keep up."

As the young servant beauty complied, the muscular officer
started pushing himself into the 10-year-old's bowels with
increased speed and force. Her head was now under water again
most of the time. He kept fucking her this way for five minutes,
enjoying the pleasure her body provided to his cock and allowing
her the pleasure of the exceptional drug high, combined with the
exhilerating dizzyness induced by the oxygen deprivation, while
the other cunt desperately tried to follow his assfucking
movements so she could pleasure his own ass with her tongue. He
kept this game up and drew it out, mostly for his victim's sake,
so she could feel the intense joy and her presumed owner's
special attention just a little while longer, as a "thank you"
for her devoted service.

But when he finally felt he was getting closer to orgasm, he knew
it was time to say goodbye. He roughened up the pace and handling
and pushed the slender blonde's head under the cold water almost
all of the time, for 40 seconds followed only by one rasping
breath or two. She actually started struggling now, but with
hopeless efforts because of his strength, her cuffed hands, her
general position and the massive bliss she was still experiencing
from the drugs.

Max just used her motions to provide more stimulation on his
dick, as he rammed it into her hard and fast now like a ruthless
fuck machine. When he felt he was ready for cumming, he allowed
her one last desperate breath and then pushed her pretty head
under water completely and held it down for good. She struggled
hard against him as he was raping and drowning her
simultaneously. Even though the young girl had been
indoctrinated to believe killing her was his right, it was an
uncontrollable instinct to try to get air. Max didn't blame her,
but he didn't stop either.

While his new primary servant was rimming him as best she could
despite his rapid movement, he filled her predecessor's last
minute of assraped life with as much adult cock pounding as
possible, as fast and hard as his muscular military body allowed
him.

This finally brought him over the edge, and he experienced a
majestic orgasm ejaculating spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum
into her slender dying loli body. Coming down seconds later from
his unusually intense sexual high, he stopped his fucking motions
completely, and saw that her struggles had subsided as well. He
could see she had pushed on the auto-injector's remote trigger as
the suffocation had become too unbearable even through her drug
haze.

He had murdered a 10-year-old free citizen girl while raping her
ass. The universe responded to this crime only with more little
girl tongue on his asshole. The pretty cunt certainly realized
that something was wrong, but she didn't dare stop without
permission, and kept massaging his hairy man ass with as much
fearful, desperate devotion as her 11-year-old lips and tongue
could deliver.

Max pulled out of the dead girl's ass, his cock soiled with cum,
bowel slime and some blood, and turned to force his new primary
servant to clean it all with her mouth. She spent over a minute
giving him the service, slurping and sucking away at his rape
tool like it was her religion. Which, in a way, of course it was.
She barely dared throw a glance at the other girl's motionless
body, which still rested on the pool's edge with her face under
water.

"Congratulations cunt", Max announced, "you've just received a
permanent promotion. Serve me well and you might be spared this
fate. Understood?"

The kneeling piece of livestock finished up sucking and licking
her owner's fuckrod clean of his crime with unsuccessfully
suppressed disgust and horror on her gorgeous face. Then she
bowed a worshipful bow and responded with a fearful, vigorous
"Yes Sir!"

Max smeared his still pulsing hot penis all over her beautiful
young features, then he wordlessly went upstairs to call the
livestock body disposal service.

When Frank returned after his own slave whore rape session, the
dead former primary servant was already on her way to biological
recycling. Max' tall comerade was pleased at the news.

"What a tragedy", he remarked with a subtle, almost unnoticable
smile on his serious face. "If only you had known her true status
before her last use. What a sad coincidence."

"Indeed. Life has a sad sense of irony sometimes."

"Don't be too sad though. You did the right thing. I have the
liberty to grant you some compensation for your loss. It should
be more than enough to purchase an adequate replacement."

He handed a couple of bills over to Max, who took them with a nod.
They spent another minute with smalltalk, then Frank left again,
and Max looked up the websites of his favorite loli livestock
companies. Little Nymphets was good, but Fuckmeat and Workhorse,
the firm he had invested in, was usually a little better. Their
breeding was more specialized and their training a bit harder and
more goal-focussed. He was pleased with the quality and looks of
his new toilet slave, so why not get another kiddie fucktoy right
away?

The next hour, with his dick resting in the other kneeling
preteen slave's facehole, he took his time clicking and scrolling
through the various models and training profiles of the sex slave
company. Now and then, his new primary servant, terrified and
still visibly shaken from earlier, obediently brought him
offerings and refreshments.

Each model and profile in these company catalogues served as a
stand-in for hundreds, sometimes even thousands of currently
available slaves with standardized training. Once a user had
decided on a model, he could click through the pictures and
details of the individual slaves on sale for that profile, and
also filter the preferred age, race, hair color, eye color and so
on.

Special customization options were also possible for a small
additional fee, like custom tatoos, piercings, additional
equipment, implants, additional custom training sessions or even
various mutilations for those so inclined. Videos presenting the
individual slave's holes, displays of obedience, skills and
endurance, and bills of health were also available on the
website. Max often looked through the professionally made
degrading footage just for fun, as he was sure did many free
citizens who couldn't even afford to buy one.

In the end, he decided on a cute blonde 9-year-old with similar
looks and a similar model profile as the dead former primary
servant he had bought from Little Nymphets last year. They
couldn't have known she was a free citizen, or at least it
couldn't be proven. But his current purchase was from Fuckmeat
and Workhorse anyway, just the looks and training profile were
similar. The money he had received from Frank was more than
enough to order a girl with a training focus on pain endurance.

Max preferred girls who could take a few needles in their labia
now and then without immediately killing themselves. If the
company was willing to prove that with some specialized training
sessions, it was worth the small extra fee. He didn't cry over
dead livestock, but necrophilia wasn't his fetish either. It
would be better if they could last a few more months or years,
despite their owner's sadism, and of course if they survived, he
could use them as breeding stock, pimp them out or resell them
later so he could afford more fresh cunts.

On a whim, he also opened the website of his favorite shopping
mall, and finally ordered the "Model Urina" and "Pain Boy"
installations, although without any sex slaves in them. He was
already making a mental list who in his stable would spend how
much time in each of them, and where to place them in his
basement.

The installations would arrive some time next week. But the new
piece of preteen cuntflesh he had ordered was delivered much
faster. She arrived within the hour in a transport cage similar
to the last one. Less than 70 minutes after he had wired the
money, the blonde little slut was already kneeling on all fours
in his living room, with sharp metal clamps biting painfully down
on her pussy lips, clit and nipples. She worked hard to make a
good first impression, and her new owner's hard cock was
pleasured expertly in her warm facehole. The gorgeous new primary
servant cunt stepped up to his side, careful not to annoy,
presented her naked slender loli body near his grasp with her
head lowered in humility, and offered him a cool beer, just in
case he fancied it.

Max took it and leaned back with an almost unnoticable smile on
his face. That utilitarian philosopher on TV had been right. The
New Livestock innovation really had made life on earth much
better. Indeed, humanity could never thank the world government
enough for its moral service.



=== Epilogue ===

The brunette toilet slave woke up in middle of the night, on the
floor next to the toilet. She had spend hundreds of days here
now, being pissed on, cleaning the assholes of her owner and his
guests with her tongue, and licking the toilet bowl out. All days
were the same, with rare exceptions, and those consisted only of
special rapes and torments.

Her 8th birthday had been celebrated with brutal fucking and
candle wax bondage. She didn't even know when her birthday was,
as it was a person thing, irrelevant for a piece of livestock
like her. But her owner had looked it up and insisted on a
celebration. There had been cake, but only for him. His gift to
her had been pain from the candles, and then repeated deep rapes
of her pussy and asshole while he choked her nearly unconscious
with a leather belt. Whenever he was spent and took a break from
fucking her, she was kept blindfolded in bondage, and he attached
painful metal clamps to her labia, clit, nose, ears, lips, arms,
thighs and tongue. In the evening, after long hours of sexual
torment, she had simply been chained to the toilet again.

Staring into the darkness on the cold hard floor, her nipples and
shoulders in pain, the little girl contemplated her future. This
would never change. Nothing better was awaiting. Her owner would
use her only like this, and no one else would buy a used toilet
brush like her. The drugs were wonderful, but the rest...

"I want to die", she whispered into the dark silence, after a
minute of fruitless reflection.

The acknowledging beep of her auto-injector was the only
response. She felt the needle sting in her small arm, the last
pain she would ever feel.

Then she went to sleep again.




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