2125. That year was the start of the Millennium War – the war that ended all. The patriarch of my family at the time was killed. That's, really, what started the war, no matter what the history chips tell you. An insurgent group rose up to take my family from power. They failed – at least at first, and they were all executed for treason. Time went on, until a few years later, they started making a comeback. Someone restarted the group – we still don't know who, they must have died in the war, but their efforts certainly did not go unnoticed. They are the reason that my family fell from power and are now, even still, after so many, many years, the servants to the new hierarchy of leaders – if you can even call them leaders.
It is now 3242 and I am ---- was Anna LaMarque, descendant of the great ruler, Alexander LaMarque. No one has called me by that name in several years. I am now known as 'kitten.' I an a spoil of war for the hierarchy – they have made me into their servant and pleasure slave. Of course I fulfill my duties – lest I be punished or worse – but my contempt and hatred for them – the Ruling Association of Presidents; ISTS (area coding for our planet, I think – at least that's what they tell us) – burns deep inside me still.
Primarily, my duty is to be available for whatever services the hierarchy may need. I am theirs to use as they see fit. Though – I am not the only one. As a part of their 'service' to us, keeping us safe from attack by surrounding planets and keeping us from killing one another, they ruled a few years ago that they all are entitled to have sex with any woman they see fit, at any time, anywhere. Some girls they take, bringing them back here, to the compound, others are returned to their lives – their families.
Just yesterday, I was made to assist in the training of one of the girls that had been brought here. Most of them are relatively compliant. They fear for their lives and the lives of their families – and rightfully so. I like to think some of them like seeing me, someone they can relate to, who has been in their position – well, sort of.
This afternoon, the compound girls are to report to the head office. Usually when they make such an announcement, there are rapes abounds, and I don't expect today to be any different – after all, it is their right.
Mark, Oliver, Lawrence, Erich, Sterling, Timothy, Elrich, Robert and Sean all stand in a semicircle waiting for us when we walk into the head office. I walk in first, as I am head slave. Currently (excluding the girls still being trained) there are three of us. I am ordered to strip the other two and then myself, putting all of our clothes in a basket in the corner. We all kneel, until each of us, in turn, is bound how they want us to be. Spread open and helpless so they can all have their way with each of us – taking turns, individually and in groups, until we are all covered in their seed – Julie has passed out, but is still being used by Elrich, though the other eight have focused their attentions on Alice and I. They fuck us a while longer, then they have us play with each other – kissing and fondling, masturbating each other, licking off some of the seed that was left behind…. They watch on as they order us to do things to each other – to make love with one another.
Once they are satisfied, we are free to go. They decide they will keep our clothes for now. As a 'treat' for the people in the Central District (the area immediately around the Compound, filled with the homes of strong supporters and long-time friends of the RAP; ISTS) we will be made available to them – at any time – for the rest of the week, and as such, we will be naked and so marked (pleasure slaves to the masses are always naked and wear specific collars, so that their duties are known. Sometimes other things will be placed on the body, signifying certain abilities or availabilities. For example, I will be given the plain metal collar, and cuffs on both wrists and ankles, signifying that I am available for any type of use. My hair will be braided with special ribbons, though, meaning no permanent or significant damage is to be done, and I am to be returned the way I left.)
The week goes on and on – it seems to go forever. Rape after rape, groping, molestations, any number of things are done – and that was just me. I've mostly no idea the fate of my companions.
I heard from one of the people here that a group of girls had been taken from their families, to the compound to be trained. Perhaps they will train all the girls now. Of course – that's going on in significant numbers, privately. Men training their wives to be slaves, in the hopes that one day, perhaps she may be able to be of service to the leaders, and the family may move up a tier in standings. It never happens, but there are rumors it could – rumors started by the leaders of course, since they "love to take what they want, but they occasional willing victim is nice too." I heard one of them say that, a few weeks ago, when they had some poor sod's wife trussed up in the head office. Poor girl.
The end of the week approaches, and we're told we need to earn our clothes back. The residents of the Central District, and the leaders will bind us all in the Compound center and we will be left there to be used day-in-and-day-out for 48 hours. We'll be given food and water, though whether we'll be released to relieve ourselves is yet unclear. 'fuck.' I think to myself 'as if they haven't had enough fun with this already…' but it is their right. Or so they tell us.
Some of the Compound Guards come to retrieve us, then we're allowed to get a meal, and a full night's rest, before we're placed out in the square.
It seems almost like another full week, bound out there, being used all the time. Usually they'll let us out to stretch briefly and use the restroom, but not always. Sometimes they make us pee all over ourselves. As if this wasn't humiliating enough.
By the end of the 48 hours, we're all sticky, tired and dirty and covered in some combination of both dry and fresh cum. We're allowed to shower, and then thank the gods, we're given our clothes back, and the collars and cuffs are taken off.
We return to our quarters in the Compound for some well-earned rest.
The following morning, we're all summoned to the head office again. All achy and sore, we file in and stand side by side again before the leaders. Unexpectedly, we're commended for our service to the RAP; ISTS, and as such will be awarded the rest of the week free from duties, save for training the new recruits. We thank them appropriately and then my companions are allowed to leave, but I am asked to stay behind.
"What do you think of having a couple of other senior girls alongside you? You'd have full abilities with the new girls now, but all three of you would be held to a higher standard than the rest. But, you've passed our test, with flying colours, and we really would like to make this happen" Mark explains
"Obviously, we're referring to you, and your two partners, there…. Alice and Julie, I believe are their names" Erich continues.
I clear my throat briefly and say "Yes Sirs, and we would be honoured to be given such duties."
"Very well then" they all say in unison. 'Well that was kinda creepy' I think.
"You'll be given new quarters, the three of you will have your own home to yourselves. Building A-20 is all yours."
I go to collect Alice and Julie to give them the good news, gather our belongings and head to the new place. We walk in the door and suddenly the lights flicker out. Julie shrieks as if something terrible has happened, and I start to say 'Well that's odd' before someone interrupts me with a hand over my mouth, and another arm wrapped around me so I can only squirm. I'm dragged out through the door and tossed into a van, where I'm bound and gagged, and a hood is placed over my head.
'oh gods I hope the girls are okay' I think.
I can't tell where we're going, I've lost track of all the turns we've made, until we finally come to a stop, and I'm dragged out of the van and inside some --- some building. I'm brought downstairs into a basement, I suppose, where I'm then bound to a bed.
The hood is removed and Mark stands before me. He explains that he couldn't bear seeing me used like that anymore by the rest of the Leaders, and had to have me for himself. He also said not to worry, because the girls were with other members who felt the same.
He tells me to get some rest, so I do….. though with so many different thoughts rushing through my head I'm not sure how.
He wakes me up and allows me to eat, then tells me that last night there was an earthquake, and our home collapsed. We all 'died' last night when the building fell down on top of us. The Leaders have started an investigation as to the quality of the home, but they aren't able to start a search yet for the bodies.
No one will ever hear from us again.
