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THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. 
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE
OFFENDED BY MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE,
READ NO FURTHER.

On a lighter note, this is my first story.  I would really like to know what
you think
of it, and also if you think I should have done things differently.
Send comments to Gyrich@aol.com.  Thanks in advance.





Slave Nation - part one, chapter one    

     Mistress Brittanie waited patiently in one of complex 1A's many dungeon
rooms.  She sat comfortably in an ornate, grand chair suitable for her position
as Mistress of Justice.  Hans, her personal drone, entered the room with slave
Jason, who was securely leashed and nude, yet never crawled, as most other
slaves did. 
     "On your knees! Now!" barked Mistress Brittanie.
     In a dull, sarcastic voice, Jason responded "Yes, mistress," and slowly
descended to his knees.
     With a scowl on her face, Mistress Brittanie slowly stood up. She strode
over towards Jason and stopped right in front of him, resting in a contra posta
pose.  For this night she wore a red and black corset sans bra with four clamps
on each leg to suspend her smooth black stockings.  Her black stilettoes added
a little to her 5'3" height. and her dirty blond hair cascaded down her milky
breasts.  One reason she loved "playing" with Jason was because of his large
frame.  At 5'11" and a stocky, yet muscular, 220 lb. body the practice of
dominating duch a brute turned her on like nothing else.
     "I want my soes to shine, slave.  Lick."
     "Of course, 'mistress'."  As soon as Jason had uttered the last sound,
Brittanie's right shoe came crashing into his face.
     "I am sick of your tone of voice!  We are all at our wits' end with your
defiance!  You will show us respect."
     "As you wish," he replied in a dull, soulless voice, devoid of any
sarcasm.  He knelt over Brittanie's left shoe and began to lick.  He was quite
the enigma.  As rude as he was, Jason really did seem to enjoy this.  His
tongue smeared the stiletto.  The saliva began to flow, forming a visible shine
on the shoe.  Brittanie really wanted to beat the crap out of this shitstain,
but Julie, Mistress of Punishment, had left many serious bruises and
lacerations on him after the toad required a "lesson" two nights ago.  Complex
1A housed the most important women in the Republic, and they shared the slaves
like close sisters would share clothing.
     When Jason was done her left shoe shined like a new car, and he moved to
her right foot.  "Damn, he's good at this," she thought to herself.  He gently
gripped her ankle with his left hand, and her lower calf with his right, then
promptly began to lick her shoe with firm yet wet strokes from his tongue.
     Once Jason had completed that task, Brittanie grabbed him by the hair and
led him to a table in the back of the room.  She kept her hand low so that the
little worm had to crawl.  She snapped at Hans and he sprinted to the table,
grabbing the slave and dumping him on the table.  He proceeded to attach
Jason's hands to the table.  His feet were attached to cuffs suspended from the
ceiling.  While Hans was occupied with this, Brittanie was securing a dildo to
her torso and lubing it up.
     "Be gentle," said Jason, with that sarcastic tint back in his voice.
     After hearing this, Brittanie, without missing a beat, grabbed a towel and
wiped off the lubricant as best she could.  She leapt onto the table and
postioned her surrogate penis right in front of Jason's anus.
     "You don't know how much I'm going to enjoy this," she spat at the slave.
     She slowly guided the head of the dildo past his entrance.  That action
was gentle compared to the torture that followed.  She fucked him like she was
born a man, in and out, in and out, no passion, just animalistic fucking. 
Within 20 seconds Jason's screams were so loud that they filled the compound's
dungeons.  Brittanie even began sounding like a man, spitting out phrases like
"yeah baby." and "you like this, dont you, bitch?"  Judging by his screams,
Jason didn't.
     As always, Hans stood by silently amongst the shrieks of agony.  Hans was
a simple drone, one of the most unfortunate of men in this matriarchal society.
 As defiant as he was, Jason never outright disobeyed an order or attempted to
strike back, as Hans once did.  The perpetrator of such a crime is sent to an
advanced concentration camp, in which the convict is subjected to months of
intense brainwashing and hypnosis.  Like Hans, they always turn out like
vegetables, one step away from being lobotomized.  Drones make up the police
and army of the state, as well as assisants to the ladies.  As a mistress'
personal assistant, Hans carried a 9mm pistol and a rubber truncheon on him at
all times.
     After about six or seven minutes, Brittanie decided to conclude Jason's
rape.  After removing the dildo, she matter-of-factly said "I think a thank you
is in order."
     "I'm sure you do," was his response.
     "We'll get rid of that stubborn-streak someday, slave.  At any rate, it's
my turn now."  With that, Brittanie leapt onto the table once more and sat
right on top of Jason's face.  "Fuck me with that big mouth of yours.  Do it!"
     If Jason was good at licking shoes, he was the best at eating pussy, a
fact which kept him from being seriously injured on many occasions.  As his
mouth sucked and slurped at her pussy, Jason's tongue snaked in and out of
Brittanie's vagina.  After ten minutes of this, it was Brittanie's turn to
scream.  Once the massive orgasm was over, the room smelled of her fragrant
juices.  She waltzed over to her chair and lit up a ciggarette.  Once she
finished she walked back over to the table and ordered Hans to remove the
bonds.
     "Do you realize what sort of pleasure awaits you if you should submit,
accept us as your masters?"
     "You'd leave the lubrication on?" he said, rolling his eyes.
     In one fluid motion Brittanie snatched the truncheon off of Hans' belt and
whacked the flippant slave right on his collarbone as hard as she could.  "Do
you ever learn?!?"  Another blow landed square on his chest, knocking the wind
out of him.  He rolled off of the table and his body lay limp on the floor,
stomach down.  "I hate you!!"  WHAK!  The truncheon hit him right on the ass,
breaking skin and drawing blood.  "I never want to see this dog's face again!"
she screamed.  "Drag him back to his pen."
     After cuffing the man's legs together and his hands behind his back, Hans
grabbed the ankle-cuffs' links and began to drag Jason back to his cage.
     "One more thing," Brittanie ordered.  "As usual, tell the pen guards that
this man is not to masturbate."
     Hearing this through the haze of pain, Jason tried to remember the last
time he was allowed to jerk-off.  It was a long, long time ago.


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