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. === Looking for utopia instead? asstr.org/files/Authors/Bernd_Lauert/sveta_the_nasty_cum_slut.txt asstr.org/files/Authors/Bernd_Lauert/the_club_for_exceptional_child_whores.txt asstr.org/files/Authors/Bernd_Lauert/daria_and_her_father.txt ================================= All my stories are written as fantasies. All activities described are fictional. If anything in my stories ever triggers you, remember to read them with critical distance. That's generally a good idea on the internet actually. =================================