The Gold Collar

[Powerdog16]

<< reserved for littlelove>>

TIME: 2133 AD
PLACE: New America

BRIEFING: The world is a much different place that it had been a mere 100 years ago. In this day and age, men rule the world and have pushed women back to a servitude existence. Women can no longer vote, get education of any kind, own land, hold any public off at all, or voice their opinions in any way.

The world is also facing a bit of a crisis. There are a horrific shortage of men who can produce babies with women. The fertile men however, are the superstars of the planet. They are so famous and their baby numbers are tracked like football teams of these days. Fertile men are the rock stars of this day and age... extremely wealthy and famous and are given huge 'baby farms' basically which are nothing more than harems for which their law is final... even over that of the politicians and even the president himself.

Men who are infertile are the leaders of the world. The percentage of fertile men to non fertile is about 1 in 2000. They are the politicians, governors, doctors, lawyers, judges... etc... They run the military, the economy, the science, the schools, farms, and judicial system and ensure that men stay in power over their slaves...

Women on the other hand, due to the shortages of fertile men have become 'property' of the state. Meaning they are registered, they have the DNA reviewed and tested as children to see who would be the best candidates for reproduction purposes. Those that are deemed unfit are cast to a slavery where they serve men in all domestic needs of either private owners or as state slaves.

Women have 3 cateogies they can be put into. Breeder, Potential, Personal and State slave. Each wears a distinctive color collar. Breeders are golden collars, Potentials wear silver, personal slaves are copper (or whatever their Master chose for them to wear save for Gold, Silver, and black), and finally state slaves wore black collars, ... etc... Men can buy women as their own personal slaves to do with as they see fit... and those not bought turn into property of the state and charged with lowly civic duties... cooks, cleaners, miners, farmers, etc... they are the lowest of the low...

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Brent Reed stood up, glancing back at the bed and finding is ebony queenie laying there basking in the glory that had been him. His seed... more valuable per ounce than a pound of gold and now that she carried his essence of life inside her, her status had become elevated within the harem.

He leaned in and told his little pet... "Go to the doctor now slave... we don't want you to lose any of your gift... now do we?"

"No Master!! No sir!!!" She quickly got up, putting a hand between her legs to ensure none of his seed dripped out and raced her naked body down to the doctors.

"Sir!" Jack Morgon barked as he watched ebony walk past him. He said, "The new slaves have arrived."

"Oh? Jack... me boy... all I can say is ... that is good to be the fucking King! Now, how many did the state offer me this time..." Brent said as he walked to the marble counter top and picked up his jeans on as his 'Brent Reed Superstar' T-Shirt on.

"Sir... the usual 200 women have arrived... some are most extraordinary..." Jack said as he watched his boss pick up a protein drink and down it.

Brent sat down at the foot of his bed and slipped on his sneakers and said, "Did they at least narrow down my options for me?"

"No one under 5 foot or over 6 foot in height. No one over 125 pounds. pardoning me sir, but that was not a lot of requirements to narrow down with..." Jack said with a nod and then stepped aside as Brent walked past him down the hallway and towards the main entrance.

The harem had a magnificant and huge court. He peeked out the side window and looked at all the women in place. there were 10 rows of 20 and every one of them wore a gold collar on their neck. The slaves came in a magnificant variety and all wore one piece for fitted red dresses as was the tradition for a new slave who was entering into a harem.

Brent opened the door and stepped out. The low murmur that had filled the court quickly died as every eye turned towards him and then looked down. Brent was a beast of a different nature. In the public eye, he was dashing, friendly, a true public speaker... but in private... well... few knew about what he was like inside these doors... He walked down the steps and said, "Listen up all of you!"

He looked at Jack and grinned. These women ... were puppets... toys... playthings to fuck and cast away... and that was just the way he liked it. Brent looked across the mass of women and said, "25 of you will find yourselves a knew home today... here. The rest of you... will not. When I walk past you... do not talk to me... do not look at me... do not even breath on me... or you go back."

Brent then tipped his head to Jack and said, "IF I pick you, you will stand next to that man over there... and he will take you in for processing. A few of you... I am going to make famous... the rest of you... not. Good luck ladies..."

He walked up to the first row and began his inspection of the new cunts...

 

[littlelove]

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"Listen up all of you!" his voice boomed imperiously, and Kaya cringed and tried to control her expression of disgust. The tone of self-absorption was unfamiliar to her, but his face was not. Aside from the overwhelming fame that had befallen Brent Reed that made his face recognizable to almost every citizen of New America, this would not be their first face-to-face meeting. Still, that had been some years ago. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her. She had grown up a lot since then. She'd become a young woman instead of just a girl.

"25 of you will find yourselves a knew home today... here. The rest of you... will not. When I walk past you... do not talk to me... do not look at me... do not even breath on me... or you go back."

Back. To the training facilities. Kaya shuddered softly at the thought.

"IF I pick you, you will stand next to that man over there... and he will take you in for processing. A few of you... I am going to make famous... the rest of you... not. Good luck ladies..."

She watched him from afar as he began to stroll through the aisles of women laid out for his approval. It was like he was shopping for a necktie, or something equally as insignificant. She watched the rows of girls as he passed, how their postures shifted subtly, how they stood up a little straighter, their heads gently inclining for height. Everyone knew Brent liked tall and slender. Kaya had barely qualified at 5'6 even.

She watched as he paused in front of one of the girls, tilted his head as if examining her at all angles.

He walked on. No names were called on the first row, and Kaya watched as their body language spoke again, their shoulders wilting gently in defeat. One girl shook softly with tightly controlled and utterly silent sobs. He began slowly walking past the second row of women, seeming to revel in the air of charged expectation that was building in the room.

Kaya's silky raven hair was arranged in large, loose curls that fell to the center of her shoulder blades. Her creamy skin was flawless and pale as a geisha. Her round onyx eyes lined delicate but dark. Kaya had taken special pains to look her best today. All of the women had. And like the rest of the women, Kaya had done so because she wanted to be chosen for his illustrious harem. But Kaya had her own very different motivations for doing so. She wanted to be chosen, to be taken in amongst the ranks of his worshipful sluts, and she wanted to deny him. She wanted him to suffer the humiliation of being turned down. She wanted to see a fleeting look of humbleness etch across his face. She wanted him to remember who he had been before he was "Brent Reed: Superstar."

She remembered the days, it seemed ages ago now, after the tests had been conducted that found Brent's sperm potent. His doting, infertile father had been so proud, he had allowed his son to choose his own personal slave to serve him until he was old enough to don the mantle of responsibility and fame that was destined to be his...

It had been a struggle for her to come to this conclusion. Like most women, and perhaps much more than most women, she wanted a child...

Because of the small percentage of the population that was actually fertile, the women who actually managed to conceive usually did so under the watchful eye of harem physicians, who treated them with drugs that encouraged the conception of multiples. Some women still only bore one child, many bore twins or triplets, some women bore quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets, septuplets, and more...

After a brief period of maternal care and breastfeeding, the children were weaned, and separated. Boy children were allowed to be adopted, often remaining with their biological brothers, by infertile couples who yearned to be parents. The girls became state property and were trained from an early age to understand that was all they were... property. Most young girls became state property, a few lucky ones were bought by private households from the state as personal domestic slaves.

Regardless, when they turned 17, they all had to report to state testing facilities to determine their eligibility to acquire the coveted silver-collar status of breeders...

After women were tested for fertility at age 17, if they were found able, they were whisked away from their positions as state or personal slaves into training facilities where state "guardians"- usually infertile men exercising their aggression and frustration- "cared for" the girls until the were selected to be sent to a harem for inspection.

When Kaya was informed that she was to be summoned for an inspection, she had felt a soaring hopefulness at the prospect of being mated, of gaining the coveted golden collar of a woman who was with child. And then she had been informed that the harem to which she was being summoned was that of Brent Reed and her stomach had gone icy...

 

[Powerdog16]

Brent continued his inspection of the women in his presence, one at a time, and when he found a woman to his appealing, he would read off the number that was on the barcode that each slave had had imaged onto their right cheek as a child. That girl would quickly slip next to Jack and humbly wait... barely containing their excitement!

However, Brent went row after row and picked few girls if any in each. By the time he had reached row 6, Jack leaned into him and whispered, "Sir... you have only selected 7 girls.... you have only 4 rows left..."

"Don't remind me... can you see what they provided me this time... I mean look at them?" He pointed to one girl in particular... "She still has baby fat on that waist, her face is full of freckles... and they know I hate freckles!!! Might has well slap a black collar on her now cuz ain't no one ever buying her..."

The girl in question exploded in tears... though she desperately tried to keep them hidden. He turned and said, "I will attempt to lower my expectations a bit more and maybe gather a few more choices..."

Jack nodded, feeling horribly sorry for the girls and particularly the one he had just insulted... But as Brent's personal assistant, he was paid to be there to assist Brent... and not the slaves. Brent and Jack walked down the next row and then stopped at a blonde hair buxom beauty. He gave her a close once over, making her turn so he could check out and fondle her ass, moved to her breasts which were volumptious beyond belief and he looked up at her and said, "Slave 349-77-99854-33"

Jack quickly wrote down the number and as she blonde slipped from the rank, Brent said, "WAIT! Stop." He turned around and lifted the blonde's hair and said, "What is that?"

Hidden behind her right ear was a mole no bigger than the size of a pen tip... small, hidden from view of most... and with her hair down, was unnoticeable to all... save Brent. He said, "I told them not so send me women with these kind of horrific defects!!! Look at it! I want to vomit! Take her name off the list! Get back in line slut!"

The blonde trembling felt her shot of glory ripped from her because of an insignificant mole... She trembled and struggled not to cry as she lined back up and waited.

Brent moved down to the next girl and found himself captivated. She was exotic... she was beautiful... her eyes looked like they were peering into her very soul... He said, "What is your name, slave?"

He heard her mutter off her name and he said, "Kaya, huh. Well Kaya, have I seen you before? I mean... you look familiar to me?"

Brent stared at her for the longest time trying to put a name to a face... and finally... shook it off. He had been horrible with names and faces and he had seen so many. He let his eyes move down her body, examining her cleavage wit his fingers, caressing her ass with hands, glancing down her legs and feet. She was flawless. He was pleased and he looked at her right cheek and said, "slave number 659-89-00453-11."

He let his eyes gaze into hers once more and again the whisp of something familiar rang about her. He said, "Congratulations slave... welcome home."

And with that, he moved on to the next woman, a polynesian beauty...

Once he had finished his first sweep of the women, he had chosen 12. The best of the 200 and he was infinitely pleased with himself on his selections. He had even opted to call it a day, but he couldn't. It had been in his agreement with the state to mate 25 a month and so he shall. He went back through a second time... and a third time and finally, when he had 25 in line, he walkeed up onto the steps to the mansion and then turned and looked at the empty sad eyes of the non-selected and then turned away... not even bothering to give them a good luck next time speech.

He stepped into the mansion, leaving Jack to his tedious task of processing the women... which consisted of honing them up to make them worthy of being in the presence of the most famous man on the face of the planet... the savior of human kind... Brent Reed--- Superstar!

 

[littlelove]

"What is your name, slave?"

Kaya's dark, round eyes widened softly. It was as if the sight of her had dredged up a scrap of humanity from deep within him, had recalled a time in his life when he still cared about people's names, even if they were only slaves. The other girls looked shocked and a little envious. She had a number, why should he care what her name was?

She softly gave him her name, bowing her head slightly. It was her real name, the one she had always used, the one he had first known her as. She was making no attempts here to go unrecognized, was not sure, in fact, whether he would be more or less inclined to choose her if he realized who she was. Maybe the novelty of having her in his harem would amuse him.

It was plain that her name stirred something in him. But it was apparently too deep down to grab hold of. "Kaya, huh," he said searchingly, and returned his gaze to her face, "Well, Kaya, have I seen you before? I mean... you look familiar to me."

She bit her lip softly to keep herself from answering. Maybe it was a test. He had asked her a direct question, and yet, they had been strictly trained not to talk during an inspection. Maybe he was just seeing if she had been properly trained. She didn't want to throw away her chance when she was so close.

As he ran his hands over her, devouring her with his eyes, she was subtly, imperceptibly doing the same to him. He had changed, too, but she had expected that he would be much more different than he actually was. As his eyes slid over her body, she thought she saw a hint of softness enter them. She scolded herself for trying to believe something that stupid and romantic. A remnant, no doubt, from the years in which she had adulated and adored him, when she had seen him as her savior from a state-owned life, and had actually had daydreams about him making her with child.

"slave number 659-89-00453-11."

Her number, as much indicative of her identity as her given name.

"Congratulations slave... welcome home."

She bowed her head graciously and joined his manservant for processing, sparing one last look tossed to him over her shoulder, though he was already engrossed in examining the next girl with a sneer of disdain on his chiseled features.

From the great hall, they were shown to their rooms- large, ten girls to a room on a vast hall that Kaya quickly calculated must house two hundred girls, and who knew if it was the only such hall.

In Kaya's new quarters, she was issued a small chest of toiletries, as no personal belongings had been permitted. At the foot of each bed, a spare set of linens was folded. Kaya and three of the other new girls were shown into a room that already had six inhabitants. They were replacing girls who had either been impregnated or who had committed some offense (however insignificant) that had called for their dismissal. The six "old" girls watched with catty interest as the fresh meat filed in.

Jack pointed each girl to a bed and told them he would allow them to settle in while he assigned the other new girls to their quarters, but that he would be back shortly to collect them and take them to the seamstresses to be measured and fitted for clothing.

The new girls seemed awed over this revelation- that such pains should be taken for mere slaves- that they would actually have wardrobes tailor-made for them. The old girls scoffed and explained that it wasn't for their benefit. It was for Brent's. If he decided that he wanted to see, oh- slave 744-80-14752-95- in a sheer pink robe, or a metallic bikini, or a backless black evening gown, they saw that it happened.

A tall, slender blond who introduced herself as Heather said that if Brent liked you, he was even apt to move you to your own private quarters, and she boasted that at her last "appointment" with Brent, he had promised her just such a luxury, but it was apparent from the outburst of bickering from her five existing roommates that they thought she was full of it, and such exaggerations were not uncommon.

One of them didn't seem roused by Heather's claims, though. She reclined against her headboard turned to Kaya, "Hi, my name is Melody. Don't mind Heather, she won't be around much longer anyways. She's been cheating the system. She got ahold of some..." Melody lowered her voice, "...spermacidal lubricant."

Kaya gasped with utter shock. Even the concept of spermacide was a foul, blasphemous transgression. She was due for a punishment much more serious than dismissal or reassignment if she was found with such black-market contraband.

"She thinks "Brent Reed, Superstar," is going to fall for her if he has enough time. She doesn't want to conceive and be sent away to the Obstetrics quarters before she has time to work her magic on him," Melody said, rolling her eyes with annoyance or pity. "But don't get any ideas. Brent doesn't like seeing the same faces too many times. If you don't prove fertile, he'll have his physicians examine you again, or he'll just dismiss you altogether. Me? I've already been with him three times... I've probably got a few more encounters left before he gets sick of me."

Melody gestured across the room to a set of three identical women with matching haircuts and nails painted the same color who were entrenched in argument with Heather. "Those are Macy, Lacy, and Stacy- no, not their real names, he had them renamed. Brent is collecting them. Brent was delighted, as you can imagine, to discover a matching set. He'll probably shit his pants if he can manage to find a Tracy to go with them. He likes the multiples. They've been around longer than most girls here. They have a gimmick."

There was a short rap on the door, but it was more of a warning than a request to enter, because seconds later, it swung open. Jack was there with a clipboard, "Alright, ladies. New arrivals: Katherine, Liz, Hannah, and Kaya, you'll have your measurements put on file today and be issued two standard slave uniforms," he gestured to the only of the previous six occupants that Melody had not introduced to Kaya, "Maria, Brent wants you remeasured. He says your waist is... expanding," Jack cringed as he said it, and Kaya could see that he was a kind man. "And ladies," he said, summoning the bickering triplets, "you'll be trying on your new costumes today. Follow me, everyone," he said, and they joined the queue of women headed to the seamstresses' offices.

As she stood in line to be measured, Kaya saw that the new arrivals were being stripped totally naked for their measurements, and her heart began to pound out of control. She would be found out! She quickly formulated a plan.

Stepping out of line, she hurried to Jack and dropped to her knees with her eyes downcast, waiting for his acknowledgment, the standard position for a slave making a request. He turned "Kaya is it? Yes, girl, you may stand. What is it?"

Kaya stood, keeping her eyes respectfully cast down, "Excuse me Sir, but I need to use the restroom."

"That's fine, Kaya. But slaves are not permitted to wander the premise by themselves, here," he called one of the triplets, Macy, out of the queue "Macy will accompany you, she knows where the nearest facilities are. Please be quick, girl."

Macy led her down the corridors, chattering a ceaseless introduction, retelling the story of how she and her sisters had been borne of the same mother, but had never met before they came to the harem. How they had been discovered and chosen one by one during separate inspections, and then roomed together and renamed because it was easier for Brent to remember. Of how she, the first of the three sisters to be chosen, had been there longer than almost any of the other girls at the harem now, which was obviously a point of great pride to her.

When they finally arrived at the restroom, Macy waited outside as Kaya went in. Her heart still racing, she slipped her hand into the lacy red underwear that coordinated with her traditional one-piece red inspection dress, and pulled out the one personal item that she had managed to smuggle into the mansion.

It was a delicately fluted glass bottle with a tasseled stopper, half full of almost clear liquid tinged with a blush of pink. It was perfume, like spring air floating in the fragrance of cherry blossoms, and though no one here would ever believe it, though he himself may not have remembered, it was a gift to her from Brent himself, when she was little more than a girl, and wore a collar that identified her as his own personal slave.

It was her secret weapon here. The brain stores memories of scent more immediately, more permanently, than any other type of memory, and with it, it stores the emotions tied to that scent. It was her best hope at making him remember.

Placing the bottle on top of the vanity, she pulled her long thick black hair up, and placing the bottle gently in the center, she wrapped her hair in a bun around it, and then pinned it in place, shaking her head to make sure it was secure, and examining her profile in the mirror to see that the bottle didn't show. She would be sure to hide it in her room later.

Rejoining her chaperon outside, they returned to the seamstresses' offices, Kaya frantically hoping they didn't have an appointment with a hairstylist or something next.

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack watched at the women of the new arrivals were put through the 'processing' of the harem. The first thing that happened was the women had their measurements taken and form fitting clothes were replicated for them. Each slave was allowed 3 'uniforms' for their closet.

The first outfit was a white form fitted body length jumpsuit with a tan stripe running up both sides of it. It was informed to the women that when they were tasked with going outside the harem for any reason, or if they were tasked with assisting the staff in ensuring the day to day activities were accomplished... though that was far and few in between. With this outfit included a white bra and matching rio cut panties. The outfit was completed with a pair of white walking shoes and two pairs of white socks. This outfit was designed strictly for utilitarian purposes and Master Reed would never allow any woman near him in this outfit unless they were black collar... for which this was the only uniform they were allowed at all.

The second outfit chosen for each woman were 3 pairs spandex sports bra of blue with the harem mark on the fabric of the right bosom and a matching spandex shorts that went down mid thigh. A pair of black running shoes and 3 pairs of ankle high socks were issued as well. Eac slave was informed this outfit was to be worn during the 2 exercise periods of the day and would be expected to be turned be cleaned and ready to use for tomorrow by the end of the day. The outfit was also to be worn during free times, when they were not expected to be presented to Brent.

The third and final outfit given as their uniform was a pair of sleeper bottoms and a blue t-shirt which clung tight to the woman's body. They were all quickly informed that at night they were required to sleep nude with one exception and that was if the woman was menstrating then they would be allowed to wear the outfit without repercussions.

Once their outfits was given to them, they were sent back to their quarters and allowed to put them in their personally assigned lockers. Quickly, they were whisked away to the beauticians in which each slave was given a face scan and analysis and then provided a custom make-up kit which carried everything that they would need to impress their Master.

Next they were taken to the hairstylist and each slave was examined for the appropriate hair care products for which they would be allowed to take with them. They were given a kit of hair products as well as beauty aides to make themselves more appealing for Brent.

Once they had the basic essentials and allowed to put them away, they were given a tour of the harem grounds, showing them the meal rooms, for which each lady was assigned a meal time and card. They were informed that their weight and measurements will determine the kinds of foods they would be allowed to eat. If you were too thick, you ate more vegetables and if you were too thin, more protein. Every meal would include a vitamin pack that would ensure the woman's fertility was at maximum.

The work out rooms were shown to them next and the hours of exercise were discussed. For every 25 slaves in the harem, 1 personal trainer was assigned to them. Their personal trainer was a copper collared woman by the name of Hilda. It was rumored that she was personal property of Brent Reed himself though no one dared asked. Hilda informed them that they would work out two times a day with morning being cardio and the afternoon being toning and strength training. All exercises were designed specifically ensure maximum fitness for a woman who would carry babies...

They were shown the common rooms in which the slaves may hang out in during their free time between workouts, meals, and Brent time. There were a few books available which were audio stories, board games, video games, television, ping pong tables, as well as a dozen other various ways to take relax.

The women were informed towards the end of the tour, that they would be responsible for their own personal items their rooms. Failure to maintain top standards would result in expulsion. the black collared slaves which ran around the place were tasked with cleaning common areas, grounds, and preparing meals for silvers... they were to be left alone and any contact with black or copper collared slaves would be punishable by expulsion as well. They were told Brent's personal preferences in how he wants his women, which was hairless from the neck down, a submissive as they can be. Protocal was strictly enforced as well and violations would result in expulsion... They were finally given a list of when they were expected to be with Brent and it was based strictly on the maximum ovulation period of each woman.

When Jack finally left the women to their own means, they changed out of their red dresses and into the blue spandex just in time for lunch...

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Brent sat on his throne like chair and stared down at the two women kneeling at his feet before him. Each wore their standard silver collars, ankle and wrist cuffs, and chrome colored bikinis and their hair up in buns. Brent said, "So the chart says that the two of you are at your most fertile times... but... I am going to only take one of you to bed with me... and one of you... will be leaving today.

He turned to see Jack coming into the room and giving him a nod. He said, "So we are going to play ultimate surrender. Perhaps you have heard of it...?"

Jack rolled his eyes and knew what was coming. Brent was not like most men out there. He had gorgeous naked women crawling all over themselves to one drop of his seed so getting women had never been a problem. However, he had gotten bored with it and found ways to entertain himself. Ultimate surrender was one way.

In a nutshell the women would have a wrestling match broken into up to 5 rounds. Each round ended with a article of clothing was torn off, either bikini top or bottom. Should one of the contestants find themselves with either their top or bottom, they were subject to the ultimate surrender rules. Simply put if there naked bodies were forced into an orgasm... they lose. They can still attempt to take off the competitor's clothing to save themselves... but if they orgasmed... they lost...

This made it a fight to the death at times... knowing that in three rounds it was possible to find themselves cast out of the harem. Brent said, "The white circle over there... go to it ... now."

He watched as they obeyed and then he said, "You know the rules. you leave the circle intentionally or by accident, you lose an article of clothing. You bite, gouge, or cut the other, you lose an article of clothing. You disobey and refuse to fight, you lose the entire game in the first round. Ready?"

He watched the women square off and begin to circle. Brent loved watching his women fighting each other... it was hotter than the face of the sun to him. He looked at Jack and then to the women and said, "Go."

 

[littlelove]

Kaya's skin, normally rice-paper white flushed pinkly as she was seated in a beautician's swiveling chair and told to take down her hair so it could be styled. She carefully held up her hair with one hand, using the other to unwind her locks from their twist, and pressing the bottle into her palm discretely. Holding her hands in her lap, she tried to conceal the hand that was holding the bottle, her knuckles going white with intensity. She knew that if it was discovered, it would almost certainly ensure her expulsion.

After she was finished having her hair done, the hairstylist issued her a kit of hair products, and pretending to rifle through it with interest, Kaya gratefully hid the cherry blossom perfume in amongst the other little bottles.

The beauticians didn't have much to do to polish her up. They took the curl out of her hair and restored it to a gleaming black sheet of silk, then chose a dark purple lacquer for her nails, put her on the schedule for a weekly all-over wax, and given a few other beauty items to keep in their lockers.

Their lockers were located in their sleeping quarters and noticed that there was no lock. She tried to calm herself by reasoning that if the perfume was discovered, she could easily say that it was placed there by one of the other girls, since there was no way to keep them out of her things... She also tucked her outfits away in the small dresser chest at the foot of her bed. Kaya wondered why there was so much space when they had so few clothes, until she noticed Maria getting out a fresh set of work-out clothes from hers and saw that there was a fine shimmering dress in one of her drawers. It must have been made especially for her. These were the types of little tokens the girls treasured more than anything, the little scraps they used to build a delusional fantasy inside their heads about how much Brent cared for them.

Maria saw her looking and an aching look plagued her soft features for a moment. "It doesn't fit anymore," she admitted, wrapping her arms around her midsection self-consciously. She was a long, long way from fat, but she had breached that magical number, 125, and Brent himself had commented on it. Her mortification was unparalleled. "They've replaced one of my recreational periods with another work-out period," she added miserably, looking down. "I have two weeks to lose it or I'm gone... it's the stress of this place," she explained "it makes my body keep the weight."

Kaya's heart ached for her. "You're beautiful, though," Kaya said softly, and meant it. She was a beautiful young woman, with a sun-kissed complexion, dark, dark brown hair that fell in effortless ringlets, a full pouting mouth, and hips that were meant to bear children, broader than most, but still trim. "You deserve better than a man as cruel and heartless as Brent Reed. Maybe if you left the harem, you could find someone to give you a copper collar. Most men would die to have a slave as beautiful as you are."

Maria's head straightened proudly. "No. My mother was a prized gold-collar. And her mother, and her mother before that. Even after their first births, they were so determined and their bodies were so healthy, they were able to return to the peak of fitness and be bred again and again. I can't lose my chance to follow in their footsteps." Kaya knew how impressive this was. After most women put on a little baby weight and couldn't lose it, they were never bred again, although even one successful birth substantially raised a woman's status for life. A woman who was able to bear several healthy children achieved the most honored status available to a woman, and if highly enough prized by their masters, were very occasionally allowed to keep one or more child, and raise them to testing age before surrendering them to the state.

"My mother bore a total of thirteen children- two sets of quadruplets, one set of triplets, and a set of twins," Maria went on. Kaya's eyes sparkled with amazement.

"Did you... were you her... were you actually raised by your mother?" Kaya asked in a hushed tone of awe.

She had gone too far, Maria's face shut off completely, and she answered in a flat tone, "No. Her master told her that she could keep just one. She kept my younger sister."

Later that morning, the new arrivals were taken on a tour of the grounds. It was excess beyond imagination. There were lush flower gardens and water features, a whole plot to the west of the mansion where fresh foods were grown by the domestic slaves, a golf course, multiple swimming pools and extensive training facilities, both indoors and out, for keeping the girls at top fitness.

They were introduced to Hilda, their trainer, who, it escaped no one's attention, wore a copper collar. She was very beautiful, if not a few years older than any of the silver collars, and Kaya also couldn't help but notice that a sparkling bracelet encircled her wrist. She inspected all of the girls and made approving comments to some, girls who looked more muscular and athletically built than delicate little Kaya. Her new roommate Katherine looked like she was a runner or a swimmer, and showed quite a bit of ab definition. Hilda was very impressed.

The girls were dismissed to lunch and told to reconvene in one of the indoor gyms after they ate for a special unscheduled session with Hilda. At lunch, they sat at tables for ten with their roommates. As one of the slenderer girls, Kaya found to her disappointment that she was being served a large portion of unseasoned chicken, and looked longingly across at Maria's glistening pile of fruits. After lunch, the 25 newest girls met with Hilda again.

"Alright, ladies. Until the physicians get us your ovulation calenders so we can begin arranging your appointments, we're going to be slowly introducing you to Brent in a very unique way. I want all of you to get down on all fours. We're going to have a little contest to see who will get to spend a little time near Master at this evening's mealtime." The girls broke into whispers. Dinner with Brent on their first night? They dropped onto all fours and Hilda explained that the rules of the contest were simply this: the four girls who could hold the pose the longest won, and would be introduced to Brent again that evening.

Every time a girl squirmed or shifted, wobbled or collapsed, Hilda would inform them that they were disqualified, and they were dismissed to shower and return to their quarters.

After almost two hours, the winners were determined. Katherine, of course, took one of the positions, as did two of the other more toned candidates, and by force of sheer will, with her limbs now feeling like jelly, Kaya claimed the last spot. She couldn't imagine why Hilda was using such a ridiculous test to determine who Brent's companions for the evening would be, but as dinnertime approached, she quickly found out...

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The four girls were ushered quietly into Brent's dining quarters just in time to see him enjoying the final round of a game they would later learn was called "Ultimate Surrender," though at the time, they had little idea of what it was they were witnessing.

One girl in only a bikini top, the other in only a bikini bottom, each with wrist and ankle cuffs, were struggling against each other as sweat gleamed off of their straining bodies. They tussled, one flinging the other to almost the edge of the circle, the other scrambling back towards the center. Their arms wound around each other, gripped upper arms, fingertips dug deep into flesh. The girls writhed, bucked, growled with effort. The girl who was wearing only the bikini top tried to claw off the other girl's metallic panties, but her competitor gathered her feet against her stomach and sprung her off with a powerful kick. Racing across where her opponent lay prone on her back, she dropped mercilessly down with all of her weight. pinning her thighs down with her knees as her hands went to the other girl's sex. At first, the girl tried to fight her with every ounce of effort, but as the pleasure rose, her defenses weakened and her fight became less and less effective.

Eventually, to the astonishment of the four new onlookers, the pinned girl had a shattering orgasm and her opponent jumped to her feet, head thrown back, exalting her victory as the other girl sobbed in a heap. Brent was laughing and clapping and seemed to be enjoying both the winner's pathetic enthusiasm and the loser's sobs of defeat. Jack gently extricated the loser from her posture of defeat and showed her the door, then came back to retrieve the winner to get cleaned up so that she could join Brent for his evening meal.

Hilda led the procession of the four shocked girls to one side of the room whose doors to the domestic servants' kitchens, "Now, just like we practiced before, girls," and prodded them into "all-fours" positions in a straight line. Moments later, a flurry of domestic slaves came out with dishes, hot and cold, and began laying out the evening feast across their backs. Kaya watched as Katherine, who was kneeling in front of her gasped and jolted as a warm dish was balanced across the small of her back, and was relieved when what looked like the dessert courses, either warm or cold, but not hot, were arranged on her own back.

Cushions were placed around the makeshift "table" formed by the four women and Brent sat at the head of the table, flanked by the freshly decorated winner of "Ultimate Surrender" and Hilda on his other side. A handful of other guests joined him, Jack among them, but Kaya didn't know who the others were.

 

[Powerdog16]

Brent smiled as he looked over at his winner slave and said, "So... what is your name slave?"

"Whatever you wish it to be sir... but the others call me... Isabella Master..." the young woman said as she gazed down at the deserts with longing desire.

"Isabella huh?" Brent said as he grabbed her hair and turned her to face him and added, "that is a lovely name... for a spaniard. Are you spanish?"

"Spanish... sir? No sir..." the woman said as she was felt a growing fear which caused her heart to speed up...

"Why would you be called a spanish name? You looked Swedish to me... blonde hair, high cheeks... let me see her records..." Brent said as he turned towards Jack and picked up a PADD with held her personal file. He looked at her and said, "Yes... says your mother was of swedish descent and your father was... well I be... Peter Calhoun. Interesting... He must have been the one to name you." He turned towards Jack and said, "Peter had a flair for spanish names... not sure why... guess he thought they were more exotic."

The Master of the domain turned back to her and said, "Your name is no longer Isabella. You will not be referred to as that name again. I am going to give you another name... let's see... nice swedish names... hmmm... anne... bridgette... Caren.... Ahh... here we go..." He typed in a name into the padd and then handed it back to Jack and said, "Your name is now Roselle. Sounds like Rose... don't you think?"

"Yes sir. Roselle is a pretty name sir..." Jack said finalizing the name change.

"Th... thank you sir..." Roselle said with a humble bow...

Brent let his pet go for now and then said, "Go prepare me a plate of sweets... I like the peach cobbler and ice cream myself.. Jack... what about you? You want something?"

"No sir. I am quite full..." Jack tipped his head as he watched Roselle crawl down to the makeshift table and picked up a plate and preparing his chosen dessert. She put the plate in her mouth, keeping it level and crawled back on all fours to him, then sat up on her knees and offered the plate in a traditional slave bow and offering which meant she lifted the plate above her head and bowed before him...

Brent let his eyes look down at the flesh that was the table and noted that girl from the main court there again... just staring off. He shifted his head slightly as that old familiar hit him again. There was just something about her that rung a hint of familiar with him. Perhaps it was her facial tone, her expression... no... something else... her ... her eyes... He realized it the moment she shifted her eyes up and found his own looking directly into hers. She shifted away and he smiled. It was her eyes...

He looked at Hilda and said, "So tell me pet... how are the new trainees coming along?"

"Well Master. As well as can be expected, sir. There are some that need time to build up their bodies and others that need to thin up, but you made excellent choices sir..." Hilda said as he reached to her copper color and played with it. Hilda and Brent's relationship was a bit different from all the others. She was the one regular he kept around. The one that when he needed to be with someone familiar, he could be with her. He always kept one girl around... just in order to have someone familiar near him. He had since he was a boy.

Brent said, "And what about these four here? How do they fair?"

"These four Master... are the fittest of them all. They performed my test admirably..." She said.

Brent bit into his dessert and then looked at Roselle and said, "You may prepare my shaft for your dessert... little pet..."

Roselle got excited by then and crawled up between his legs, unfastened his pants and gently pulled out his cock. She let her tongue masterfully tease his tool, circling, toying, dipping at the tip... Brent on the other handput his plate down and leaned back and watched. The swedish woman dipped her mouth over his tool, causing his shaft to continually get harder and harder by the second.

Jack said, "Sir... should we dismiss the rest?"

"What? no... perhaps they will learn something. Ladies ... turn your heads and watch this... perhaps you will have this honor soon..." Brent said as he watched all four women remain on all fours but turn to watch.

Brent looked at the slave on her knees and said, "On your feet... straddle me... take your gift..."

Brent watched her stand up and go to straddle. He stopped her and turned her back to him so she would have to watch the others. She looked with great pride and joy as she sat down and let his cock pierce her vaginal folds! This was the culmination of all her works!!! All of her prepping to entice him... all of her dreams and goals weighed on Brent's cock. Her chance to become a gold collared slave... had begun...

She rode him like never before! This was her second time in his presence for the mating and unfortunately the first time didn't take... so this one would have to be it! Her breasts bounced, her head flew back, her legs parted wide open as Brent's hands held her hips down and thrusted into her over and over...

Roselle let out a cry of pleasure and clear juices lathered his member... Brent let out a few powerful grunts and his own cock pulsated inside... filling her with his creamy white seed!!! He exploded again and again... and then... it was over... Brent pushed Roselle off his cock and she reached to her pussy lips and covered them with her hand. She literally carried the world's most valuable substance inside her and she was not about to lose a drop...

Brent looked at her and said, "Yes... now... go to the doctor... and let them check on you... do it now..."

Roselle giggled like a woman who had been sent to heaven and back and said, "Thank you sir... thank you thank you!!" She raced off to the doc...

Brent said, "You know what... I am feeling frisky... Perhaps I will have a three way tonite..." He let his eyes glance down amongst the four women on the floor and said, "Hilda... have the trays taken away... and I want to see a little lesbo action... while you are at it... join in with them... perhaps I will tap all four tonite... or just one... who knows... Go ahead..."

"As you wish Master..." Hilda got up and quickly got to preparing for his wishes...

 

[littlelove]

"Sir... should we dismiss the rest?"

"What? no... perhaps they will learn something. Ladies ... turn your heads and watch this... perhaps you will have this honor soon..."

Kaya stiffly turned her head and watched as the girl eagerly went to work. It was obvious the immense pleasure most of the women here took in being his silver-collared slaves. It was, after all, a high honor. Most women would not ever achieve such an honor, and even those who did would have envied their placement in Brent Reed's baby farm. He was by far one of the most publicly popular and statistically successful men in the country.

"On your feet... straddle me... take your gift..."

Kaya's body felt sore and weak from remaining on all fours, elbows locked, aching from the strain on her muscles. Still, she was so determined that she should succeed, she remained perfectly immobile. But her mind raced. She asked herself if she was being just as delusional as every other girl here by thinking she could find a chink in his armor. And more deeply, subconsciously, she was asking herself if what she really wanted was to humiliate him, or if she was really just trying to make him love her? She kept that thought from rising to the surface because she didn't really want to know the answer to it.

Brent turned the newly christened Roselle to face the other women as she rode his cock, her flawless body undulating on top of him, her heavy tits jouncing as he bucked his hips into her. But his eyes were not on Roselle, they were on the eyes of the women watching.

Kaya didn't realize it, but her whole body was growing warm as she watched Roselle. Her eyes were glazing. And she was feeling something.... eerily similar to anger... jealousy. She realized she was holding her breath and she let it out as slowly and unnoticably as she could.

Finally the torture of watching him fuck her while his eyes flickered back and forth from her's to the other girls' (was she imagining it, or did he favor her, looking at her more frequently than the other three?) ended.

"Yes... now... go to the doctor... and let them check on you... do it now..."

"Thank you sir... thank you thank you!!"

Kaya averted her eyes from the shining Glee in Roselle's face and shook off the inexplicable emotions, trying to stay level-headed.

"You know what... I am feeling frisky... Perhaps I will have a three way tonight... Hilda... have the trays taken away... and I want to see a little lesbo action... while you are at it... join in with them... perhaps I will tap all four tonite... or just one... who knows... Go ahead..."

"As you wish Master..."

Hilda called the black-collared slaves over to clear the remains of the feast away and the girls who were serving as their table all shifted subtly with relief. Hilda bid them to kneel and receive further instruction, which was an even greater relief. She told them they would go and quickly wash and prepare themselves for Brent and then Jack would lead the girls to Brent's quarters.

She walked with them to the door of the dining quarters and stuck her head out of the door after them, warning in a quiet, scolding voice so that Brent could not hear, "And be prepared when you get there to be all over each other. No one cares if you aren't comfortable with it, ladies. Tongues everywhere, lots of moaning."

The girls quickly ran off to their rooms.

As Katherine and Kaya came through the door of their bedroom, the envious and curious looks of the other girls bored into them. The other two new girls kept asking questions, more eager for gossip than jealous, and bemoaning the fact that they hadn't performed better at Hilda's test. But the six senior girls were eyeing them warily, testily. Kaya wondered if it was always this way and how they lived with the ever-present hostility. Katherine and Kaya took their toiletry and beauty items into the bathroom to get ready, thankfully getting out the line of fire.

Katherine immediately went to whoring herself up in front of the mirror, stroking on bright pink eyeliner over each lid and applying a thick layer of red lipstick. Katherine turned side to side in the mirror, checking out her swimmer's abs and lifting her tits together a few times. Kaya kept her face naturally flawless, only applying a slight gloss to her lips and, turning away from Katherine's sight (she wasn't looking anyways,) wetting one finger with the fragrance of cherry blossom and touching it to the pulse points of her throat, and her wrists.

At the end of the hall, they met up with the other two girls and Jack, and jack held out on his one finger four barely-there sets of "panties," little more than string with a red heart that served as the "front panel," though it was only about two square inches, and told them to put it on. The little red hearts only covered the inch of their slits that was visible when standing.

When they entered into the unbelievable luxury of Brent's room, Hilda was waiting in an elaborate costume that "coordinated" (if you can coordinate with two square inches of fabric) with the girls' thongs. Her hair was swept off of her neck and secured in delicate little rose pins, each nipple was hidden with a similar red heart, and her high, toned ass (there was, after all, a reason she was a personal trainer) was scarcely clad in tiny, frilled red panties that tied at either hip. Her nails were all done red and she wore very high red heels.

"Master Brent will join us momentarily," she said and sashayed to the bed, "and when he comes through that door, he'll expect to see some 'lesbo action'" There was a hesitant pause in the room, and then she added sharply, "Well? Get to it!"

One of the other girls, a very tall redhead with big blue eyes, immediately wrapped her slender arms around Kaya, taking her by surprise, and met her lips in a wet kiss, her tongue lashing against Kaya's before Kaya even had time to realize what was happening. Hilda tipped Katherine onto the bed and crawled up to straddle her while the other girl started to massage one each of Kaya and the redhead's tits. They took Hilda's lead in giggling and moaning for dramatic effect just in time, and Brent opened the door onto a scene of gorgeously entwining female flesh.

 

[Powerdog16]

Brent's quarters were ostentatious to say the least. First of all his room was big enough to have a two tennis courts rest comfortably inside it. There was a steel four posted double wide California King Bed which was positioned on the far end of the room. A massive white shag carpet rug laid in the middle of the massive hardwood floor. It had it's own private wet bar, private exit on the west side of the room, which led to a path out to the massive oylmpic size pool. A private bathroom was tucked away behind a white doorway on the east side of the room. A private whirlpool sat on the east corner of the room. In addition to all the luxury, Brent had a variety of stainless steel and wood BDSM dungeon furniture pieces scattered about the souther corner of the room. A St. Andrew's cross, sawhorse, stocks, and a wall filled with floggers, paddles, whips, chackles, cuffs and ropes.

When the Master himself walked into the bedroom he found Hilda and two of his slaves playing on the foot of his massive bed and two more had found themselves on his shag carpet in a figure 69. Brent looked over at Jack and said, "Now this... this is what is all about..."

He walked over to the wall of toys and picked up a particularly plyable piece of cane and then walked towards the women, stopping at the two on the shag carpet. He could see that they were getting into it, however, he was not entirely sure if it was just show... or the real deal. He knelt down and looked at each woman, letting his hands travel as he saw fit. He pinched a nipple of the girl on the bottom and SWATTED the girl on top's behind! It caused the woman to yelp and curse!

Everything seemed to come to a screeching halt as Brent looked down and said, "What did you say?"

"I... I am so sorry sir... so so so sorry... it was an accident... please forgive me... please..." the young woman had said!

Brent looked to Jack and said, "Did you hear what she called me? The... audacity of this little ungrateful ... get her out of my site!!!"

He watched the girl throw herself at Brent's feet begging and pleading for forgiveness for which Brent gave none! He kicked her away as Jack knelt down, took her and told her not to make it worse that it was. The woman failed to listen to Jack, begging and pleading as she was forced away, first by Jack and then by two male guards.

Brent said nothing for a long time till her pleading had finally gone silent. The woman who had been her partner had not budged or moved... waiting her fate. Brent shifted his eyes down to her and said, "Do you have something to say?"

She mere shook her head and he said, "Good. Join them..."

She scrambled up and quickly found Hilda and began to kiss on her hard... it was obvious the mood had shifted from pleasurable to avoiding rejection! Brent walked over and sat at the head of his bed watching as the four women took pleasures upon themselves. He would reach up with the cane and swat a tush here... and breast there... a calf here...

He said nothing as they worked themselves to orgasmic release over and over on his bed. And as he watched, he realized something else... he caught the sniff of something... something familiar...

He turned his eyes towards two of the women. He recalled Kaya and the other... Katherine he vaguely recalled. he said, "you two... on your knees..." He had paid particular attention to those two as they had looked as if they were really getting into it the way the rubbed all over each other.

He crawled over towards both kneeling and bowing women and took a sniff, first of Kaya... then Katherine. he caught that scent again... on Katherine... He looked at Hilda and said, "Hilda... this one is staying with me tonite. The rest can go..."

Hilda quickly heard his commands and leapt to her feet, struggling to regain control over her recent orgasmic climax. She said, "You hear our Master... All of you but Katherine... come with me..."

Brent said nothing as the ladies filed out. He looked at Katherine who remained in a bowed position and he said, "Where... did you get that scent? It is ... intoxicating..."

 

[littlelove]

Katherine could not believe her luck. Her first night in Brent Reed's mansion and she would actually be spending the night with him. He must really think she was something special. This was practically unprecedented.

She watched a little smugly as Hilda corralled the other girls out of the room.

As he spoke, she noticed for the first time the clean, sweet, feminine smell that subtly smeared the air and racked her brain for when in the evening's buffet of sensory chaos the smell had come into her nose, but she had seen too much in one day, experienced too much excitement, too much pleasure, to place the seemingly insignificant event.

Smiling up at him and knowing in her heart that what she was saying was untrue, she purred seductively "I think what you're smelling is my natural aroma, Master."

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As Hilda led the two girls to the end of their hall, they were just in time to catch a heart-rending scene unfolding at the mouth of another bunk room down the hall. It was the tall redhead with the big blue eyes whose lips had been crushed eagerly to Kaya's earlier that night, who had cursed absent-mindedly as the cane fell against her fair ass. Who had pleaded for forgiveness.

One of the male guards who had led her away had one hand firmly twisted into the silver collar at her throat as she grovelled obsequiously, "No, no, Sir, please, you don't understand. It was a mistake, a misunderstanding. I will make it up to him. To you! Please! Please, Sir, take pity on an ignorant slave. What can I do to satisfy you, Sir? Pl-leee-ease." The last word was broken with a shuddering sob.

The guard holding her collar in his fist laughed, shaking his head pityingly for the benefit of his companion, and then wrenched her collar free. "Women," he spat derisively, "they have no dignity."

The second guard moved in behind her and threaded a black collar over her throat, and secured it.

The first guard spoke, in what sounded like a recitation, glancing at her right cheek as he began, "Slave 314-20-71910-98, you have hereby forfeited your status as a breeding slave, due to a behavioral infraction, under the authority of Lord Brent Reed, and will henceforth report for domestic duties in the Brent Reed Harem Facility. You will not speak to any slave wearing a silver or copper collar, under the penalty of expulsion, or worse, at the discretion of Brent Reed, Jack Morgen, or authorized members of the security staff," a chilling sneer followed this statement.

"Can I at least g-g-get my things out of my room?" she sobbed.

Both of the guards laughed, "Black collars are less than human, you delusional cunt. You don't have things anymore."

Too disgusted to watch anymore, Kaya turned into her room.

Most of the girls were asleep when she came back, but Macy, Lacy, and Stacy were actually sitting on her bed when she came in, immediately demanding to know what happened, and the two other new arrivals were still awake, though in their beds, eager to hear what had transpired, and if she got any of his coveted seed.

Under their unrelenting eyes, Kaya stepped out of her heart thong and tucked it into her dresser chest, too tired to question why she was falling into the sentimental behavior of saving the sick little souvenirs from episodes like tonight, and responded simply, struggling to keep the cold edge out of her voice, "Ask Katherine tomorrow. She'll have a better story to tell you."

And then went into the bathroom and closed the door, hoping the triplets would be off of her bed when she got out. She turned on the shower, hot, and sank down against the tile, crying quietly to relieve the inexplicable hurt in her soul and trying to rinse away the memory of the evening.

 

[Powerdog16]

Katherine, was far from okay. Brent had made her lay on the bed, while he tied up a rope harness around her entire body, from ankle to shoulders. At first, she had thought it was just because he was kinky... till she realized the plan he had for her.

Brent had pressed a button on the headboard and four pulleys slid out of the top corners of his bed. He had then run the excess rope through the four pulleys and tied them off. He pressed another button and the pulleys started rotated, drawing in the slack of the ropes and lifted Katherine off the bed entirely.

When she was hanging 3 feet above the bed, he then began to let her enjoy the true sinisterness of his motives. He got up and closed off all the doors, then went over and picked up a flogger one made of thick leather straps and a cock gag. He walked back towards her and he could see fear growing in her eyes. There was nothing she could to get away from whatever he was about to do!

Brent smiled and said, "Normally, the state requires me to maintain my 6 conceptions a week quota and once I make it, then I am pretty much free to what I want with the rest of my seed... However, making that quota is pretty hard to do... you figure about 4 sex sessions a day... day in and day out it gets kind of hard to stay excited when the pussy is being pushed at you..."

He set the flogger down and he took the cock gag and said, "Open your hole slave..."

She reluctantly did as she was told and he slipped the 4" shaft into her mouth and strapped it tightly to her head. He then picked up flogger and said, "So you see... it gets down right boring after a while... I mean... where is the challenge if I have 200 women throwing their pussies at me?"

He reached back and with the flogger lashed it moderately hard across her exposed calves... Katherine let out a scream through her gag as he grabbed her hair and forced her to face him. She hung in the air that a pendalum on a clock and had no choice but to look. He said, "At first it was fun... I could have all the gorgeous women I wanted and no one could do a god damn thing about it. But after a few months... I realized that that was unfulfilling to me..."

He lashed out again, across her shoulder blades and watched 6 long red marks appear on her skin. She screamed out again and struggled helplessly... He said, "So I decided I needed to find a way to bring excitement to this... at first, ultimate surrender seemed fun... then several other games, but then I realized something ... something I am deep down inside..."

The flogger whistled as it's nasty leather straps criss crossed her exposed and loosly hanging breasts... She screamed out again, pleading through her gag to stop. He said, "I am a sadist. I am a dominator. I am more than just a cock..."

He lashed the flogger over and over on her back, her ass, her legs, tummy and breasts! Dozens of red lash marks crossed her body. Her eyes were covered in tears from the sheer fire her body was feeling at the moment! She only wanted it to end...

Once he had had his fill whipping her, he then picked up a particularly nasty looking device that looked like a strap on only with the shaft and plug on the inside, rather than the outside. Though it was a bit difficult wedging it in between her legs, he managed to do so and shove the two toys deep inside her pussy and ass... He then flipped on a switch and it began t vibrate at random speeds...

He took out a pair of weighted nipple clamps and snapped htem onto her tits as well... causing even more agony to course through her! When she was at the end of her rope... Brent did one more thing...

He stood up... his cock was facing her mouth and he said, "Now I know society has seriously shunned oral sex in order to 'save the semen', but you know what I found out... oral is amazing..."

The fact was oral sex was basically all but outlawed in the land and considered to be one of the gravest of taboos... because semen was so incredibly valuable that oral and anal was shunned upon. He reached down, pulled her gag from her mouth and replaced it with his own cock, forcing her to choke down his tool... She had known better than to bite too... for what kind of punishment would come upon the slave who tore off the world's most valuable dick!

So when he was finished cumming in her mouth and forcing her to swallow his seed, he replaced the ball gag and then turned out the lights... leaving her to hang over him the entire night... unable to sleep due to the toys randomly shifting in her and forcing her to orgasm again and again...

The next morning, Brent Reed -- Superstar, rolled from his side to his back and slowly flickered his eyes open. He looked straight up and found Katherine looking down at him. He smiled and curled his hands up behind his head, interlacing his fingers. Of course, he didn't expect her to say anything as he had made sure she couldn't speak.

He got up, lowered her to the bed and then grabbed her hair and said, "You tell no one about what happened..." He looked at her body with the marks of the flogger all over her. He said, "If I hear a hint that you even whispered about me fucking your mouth... I will make your life so miserable that you would kiss my asshole to be allowed to wear even a black collar... much less anything other than that... you got it tramp?"

Katherine nodded, tears rolling... Brent pulled out the cock gag and said, "Good... one for the road..." She could do nothing as he forced his shaft down her throat once more... spilling his seed into her!!!

Brent noted Jack coming in as he was finishing untying Katherine and he said, "Send her on her way. You know the drill..."

Jack nodded and grabbed the agonizingly feeling woman and led her from the bedchamber and back to the common grounds...

 

[littlelove]

Jack and Katherine strode together through the empty hallways. At this early hour, none of the slaves had permission to be out of their rooms. "Now," Jack began to instruct her, "your current physical condition is what I would call distracting for the other slaves, and it's important that the morale of the group not be affected by it. Whenever you get to your room, you'll rest. I doubt you got much of a chance to last night. Get into bed, sleep as long as you need to, and when you wake up dress in your white bodysuit and stay in your quarters until I collect you." He registered the look of horror on her face at the idea of being dressed in the white jumpsuit, and he sighed pityingly "Look, it's important to understand you aren't being punished. This is for your own good."

Jack parted ways with Katherine when they came to the end of her hall and it was with a bowed head and slumped shoulders that she pushed open the door to the bedroom she shared with nine other girls.

It was almost time for breakfast, and the other girls were getting into their blue spandex outfits when she came in.

Kaya had been torturing herself with images of she and Brent making passionate love all night, and had barely slept. There had been an icy block of growing hatred in her heart for the girl who had done nothing but get smudged with her perfume. Still, Kaya could not help but feel that Katherine had stolen something from her.

But the moment she saw Katherine slide brokenly through the door, averting her gaze as the other girls let their eyes roam over the angry red lashes that covered her body, Kaya's hatred for her all melted away.

The six girls with seniority didn't say a word, for the first time since the new girls had arrived. Lacy, Macy, and Stacy gave each other knowing glances and nods, Heather looked snide, Maria looked forlorn, and Melody just looked disgusted.

Kaya could tell that this was something that was not new to any of them. None of their expressions registered surprise, only a kind of resignation.

Only the other two new girls, Hannah and Liz, looked shocked. They immediately began harassing Katherine with questions: curious and scared, nosy, gossipy, well-meaning, and concerned all at the same time, not seeming to notice the hollowness in Katherine's eyes.

Without answering, Katherine got into her bed and rolled over on her side, pulling her covers up over her head.

There was a sharp rap on the door just as the rest of the girls were about to exit for breakfast. It was Yvonne, the head seamstress, and had what looked like a fistful of gold lace scraps in her hand.

"Moorrrning, lovely girls," she said, cheerfully maternal, waggling the scraps happily. "This morning Master Reed has guests for breakfast, and that means he has requested special outfits be prepared for twenty young ladies to help serve his guests in style. The outfits are all the same size, so we are fitting the lady to the costume, and not the other way around. The tops have been made to accommodate D-cups, so from this room, that will include..." she glanced around the room. Yvonne knew the many women of the house as well as anyone. She felt motherly towards them, and even knew most of their measurements by heart, but with the addition of new girls and the absence of others, she had to keep a list with her to double-check.

"Heather," she said, gesturing to the haughty blond, who immediately lit up, "Hannah," she said, smiling at the still shy new girl with an ample bosom and chin-length brown curls and an innocent face, who looked a little concerned after seeing Katherine, "Melody," she said, pointing to the first girl who had spoken to Kaya when she arrived, whose sharp, refined features revealed neither joy or disdain, "Kaya and.... Maria" as she said this last name, there was a note of hesitation and sadness in her voice. She plucked four shimmery golden costumes from her hand and distributed them to Heather, Hannah, Melody, and Kaya. She paused in front of Maria and took her shoulders, "You understand, darling... I can't send you out in front of Master Reed like this... but don't worry, sweet girl, you'll be back in shape again in no time!"

As soon as Yvonne bustled out, Maria erupted into tears, leaving the other four girls to pull on their lacy golden uniforms, elbow length gloves, and peep-toe gold heels, in an awkward silence broken only by her sniffling gasps. Hoping that she may have another chance to be near Brent this morning, Kaya stole into the bathroom to "freshen up," and took the delicate little bottle out of its hiding place, this time being more generous, painting a wet fingertip down the length of her throat. She didn't want there to be any mistakes about who it was bearing the subtle, enticing fragrance.

Momentarily, Jack appeared, leading a queue of other girls in service costumes, to retrieve the four of them, peering with masked concern over to Katherine's corner before leading the girls in lacy lingerie down the halls to brief them on the morning's service.

"Most of you know the rules about visitors. We want you on your best behavior this morning. You represent the finest of Master Brent's estate. When he speaks, you answer him in unison, with "Yes, Master Reed." Do not look in the eyes of any of the guests. Heads bowed, eyes lowered. Does everyone understand? Good."

 

[Powerdog16]

"Most of you know the rules about visitors. We want you on your best behavior this morning. You represent the finest of Master Brent's estate. When he speaks, you answer him in unison, with "Yes, Master Reed." Do not look in the eyes of any of the guests. Heads bowed, eyes lowered. Does everyone understand? Good."

Once a month, a group of auditors from Women's Human Rights League or WHRL, would come through and spend a day examining the living conditions of the slaves. There job was primarily to identify the maltreatment of any slaves within the ownership of the state. This meant that all slaves, save for copper collared ones, were under the protection of this league. The representatives looked for excessive beatings, starvation, and neglect that did not fall under the ordanence WHR 1.0087.44870.H Regulation. Should they find it, they would file a report to the state. The state would then have up to 90 days to review the report and launch an investigation.

For the most part, the WHRL was considered a joke by most men and nearly all the slaves. First, the league was made up primarily of men who all owned copper collared slaves of their own. Since the group was run by men, they had a much more... liberal... view on what was considered abusive and what was considered within the norm. Furhter the regulation they had to compare to was so filled with loopholes and red tape that it was considered a joke, even if they did find something wrong.

The auditors consisted of a 9 man and 1 woman team. The woman was a black collar who had been given permission to review and study any case brought to the attention of the auditors. In addition, each of the men brought along with them 1 or 2 personal slaves of their own, having each of them kneeling against the back wall, waiting for be summoned.

When the state slaves made their approach, they wore their golden mini dresses ( which only just barely covered the bottom and jutted the breasts out fully and matching heels. The outfits glimmered as if they had been covered in gold dust. Brent sat the the head of the table and said, "So as you can see... here is a random selection of my ladies here for your review. Feel free to look at them, examine them, check for any signs of abuse or neglect."

He turned towards the ladies who lined the wall. He said, "Ladies, of course as always, be honest with the auditors. They are here to help you... so if there is a grievance, this is your time to tell them about it." The truth was he knew the women would play nice, because they would be cast out if any of them complained and their hopes for golden collars... would be over.

Brent slid up from his chair and walked over and did a precursor check of his women along with the auditors. Brent and Jack would listen in and the auditors asked each of the women if they found their lives fulfilling or if they had anything they wished to report. Of course none of the ladies had anything to report and their lives were lovely...

As they reached near the slave known as Kaya, Brent caught that familiar smell again. At first, he glanced around the room, looking for Katherine. Was she in the room? That would be horribly bad if she was. He watched the inspectors talk to Kaya and realized that scent was stronger than ever. HE set his eyes on Kaya and just stared at her. There she was again... she looked so familiar and that smell...

The auditors moved past Kaya and kept on moving. Brent kept glancing over at Kaya the entire rest of the inspection. Where in the hell did he know her from? Why did that smell mean so much to him?

 

[littlelove]

The girls raved about the food and their personal quarters, the staff and the gym and anything else they could think about. Many of them went out of their way with gushing as Brent neared, hoping he would take notice of their obsequiousness. The last girl in line was little Hannah, the cute new brunette who shared a room with Kaya.

"And you, Number 451-71-08893-34, do you find that the rations provided meet your dietary needs?"

The second man in line had a pair of calipers that he used to squeeze at her trim stomach and then her toned thighs, seemingly more for his amusement than any legitimate reason.

"Yes, Sir. I have eaten very well in my time here."

"And you are allowed to bathe and use the restroom in sanitary conditions?"

"Yes, Sir. It's very clean. Our rooms and restrooms are very beautiful. Grand, even. And we were given many products for maintaining beauty and hygiene."

Nods all around. Brent Reed's harem was notorious for it's fineries.

"And you get enough rest to perform your duties?"

On and on this way until they reached the final question on their sheet.

"Are there any other concerns you wish to make known to the WHRL?"

Hannah shifted on her feet, and Kaya knew what she was going to say before she said it. Oh, stupid Hannah. Poor, stupid, Hannah. Too innocent to lie, too naive to know what fate awaited her if she told the truth.

"Well..." she started shyly "There is a girl who I share a room with. I think something..." she was deliberately avoiding Brent's watchful, warning glare now, "I think something happened to her. An accident, maybe."

Quietly, immediately, Jack left the room, presumably to go and take care of the situation before the members of the board could get to her. Only the black-collared woman who stood with the nine men seemed to notice his departure.

"What kind of an accident, Slave?" her inquisitor pushed on.

"She's hurt, she has marks on her body."

The men sighed, obviously not wanting to follow up on the claim, but knowing that if a complaint was made, they were obligated to investigate.

"Mr. Reed," he said drolly, "Do you know what this slave is referring to?"

 

[Powerdog16]

Brent eyed Hannah and said, "I think I do actually... there is one woman... she got into a bit of a scuffle with another of my slaves... I think she had rope used on her... Jack is going to go bring that girl in. ONce I discovered what had happened, she was taken for medical treatment but as you know... rope marks don't go away easy..."

He gazed back to the men and said, "I am sorry for the inconvenince but as you know... I am all about the safety of my women... including the ones that cause problems..." He turned towards Hannah...

As Superstar went to turn towards the main door, he caught that scent again and paused... it was not Katherine who had worn the scent... it had been another. He let his eyes shift back to Kaya once more. He walked towards Kaya herself and leaned into her neck and took a sniff...

He then moved to the ladies on either side of her and took another sniff... just to be sure before returning towards Kaya and said, "Where did you get that scent?"

Before anyone could answer, Jack walked in with Katherine. Katherine wore a full length body jumpsuit and her eyes were downcast as she caught Brent's eyes briefly...

The black collared woman walked towards Katherine and said, "I am sorry for the inconvenience, but there was a complaint about some treatment you may have had..."

Jack glanced to Brent and Brent said, "I was telling them about the girl who you had been fighting with. How she pinned you and tied you up... Hannah here was hoping these fine individuals would be able to help you out..."

The black collared woman shot a dirty glance towards Brent and looked back to Katherine and said, "Honey... can we see what happened?"

Katherine knew what that meant and with tears, she stripped out of the jumpsuit to reveal her body a hodge podge of rope marks and bruises... There was not a square inch of that woman that was not marked up or beaten somehow... The only part of her that was not black and blue was her hands and head... The men of the committee suddenly grew interested in what was going on and noted the marks. It was a clear violation of the treatment of slaves.

One of them turned and said, "How did this happen slave? How did you get these marks?"

She looked over at Jack, then up to Brent, over to Kaya where her gaze lingered a bit longer than normal... and finally towards Hannah herself. Katherine 'confessed', "I... it was hannah sir... she is jealous of the fact that I was with my Master last night and tied me up and beat me for it..."

"YOU LIAR!!!! YOU WHORE!!!! MASTER DID IT!!!!" Hannah screamed out as two guards walked up and grabbed Hannah by the arms and pinned them behind her!!!

The men of the group said, "So the abuse was one slave against another. That falls outside our jurisdiction... we will send a notice to the Slave Abuse Organization and inform them of such a decision..."

Hannah struggled and fought to get away from the men as they shackled her and gagged her... then through a hoood over her face!!! Brent looked at his men and said, "Put her in the stocks..." They nodded and pushed the slave into the other room and the stocks that were in his private bedroom...

Brent turned his attention towards the men and said, "With your permission, I would prefer to exercise regulation
44-A663-21 and handle this situation in house..."

It was a look of relief that shot through all the men's faces as they nodded and said, "Granted... Well... I have seen what we needed to see... Perhaps you can allow us use of your recreations while we are here tonite?"

"Of course... the ladies are at your disposal..." Brent said as he felt the tension lessen... he looked to Katherine and said, "Take her back to her bed and let her rest..."

He turned back to Kaya and get her a long gaze at her body and then said, "You... I know you... Where do I know you from?" It was rhetorical as he leaned in and sniffed her neck once more and then whispered, "I am going to find out..." He looked to Jack and said, "This one... tonite it is this one..."

Jack nodded as he escorted Katherine away...

Brent looked back at Kaya and said, "I am going to figure this out... and when I do... " He paused... looked her in the eyes... and then finally turned and walked away...

 

[littlelove]

"I am sorry for the inconvenince but as you know... I am all about the safety of my women... including the ones that cause problems..."

Hannah cowered under his wilting glare, and searched out eye contact from the black collared woman who was part of the committee. She was still a slave, and her opinion was the least valued of the group, but perhaps if Hannah could garner her pity she would have some leverage. She had only seen a glimpse of what Brent was capable of, but it was enough to frighten her.

As Brent leaned over Kaya and inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, she couldn't help but blush and smile a little bit. She had intended to use this little secret to lure him in and drive a stake of rejection through his heart when he was at his most vulnerable. To make him remember his humility. To make him remember who he had been before he was Brent Reed, Superstar. To make him remember, even if only for one moment, who he had been all those years ago, when she had loved him...

Now, she was doubting her resolve. Would she be able to do it? The closer her opportunity came, the more she worried that she would just take it. That she would let him have her. That she would be too weak to follow through with her plan. That she would fall victim to the enormous ego of the monster he had become, that she would be one more tally on his bedpost, and if she was lucky, she may bear a child.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

Katherine was at the other end of the room, surrounded by the members of the committee who were inspecting her bruise-dappled limbs with distant interest, though little apparent concern.

"I... it was Hannah sir... she is jealous of the fact that I was with my Master last night and tied me up and beat me for it..."

She heard Katherine mumble, a true actress. The sight of the battered woman steeled Kaya's resolve. She wouldn't be weak, she would follow through with her plan.

"YOU LIAR!!!! YOU WHORE!!!! MASTER DID IT!!!!" Hannah wailed. How could the committee be stupid enough to believe this ridiculous nonsense? If Hannah had been the one to commit the offenses, why would she have brought Katherine's injuries to the attention of the committee? Were they blind?

Brent schmoozed them, had them utterly convinced, and after a brief discussion of regulations, had reclaimed control over the situation without a scuff on his glowing reputation.

As soon as he said "the ladies are at your disposal," the incident seemed entirely forgotten, and then members of the committee seemed to be looking over the remaining women in their glittering gold outfits, probing their cleavage with lecherous gazes, examining firm round asses, even reaching out to pinch the young, elastic flesh and mumble approvingly to one another.

Except for Kaya. They could see that Master Reed was fixated on her, and they were loathe to interrupt the powerful man.

"You... I know you... Where do I know you from?" The tone of his voice made the question plainly rhetorical, and Kaya kept her expression demure and alluringly mysterious. "I am going to find out..."

"This one... tonight it is this one..."

Kaya curtsied softly, "Thank you, Master," she murmured gently.

"I am going to figure this out... and when I do... "

Kaya tilted her head softly, not showing her fear on her face. When he found out... what? Was it a threat?

That night Kaya couldn't eat because she was so nervous.

After dinner, the women were dismissed to their rooms and Kaya found a beautiful gown laid out on her bed with a note from Yvonne, the seamstress- "Good luck! I have a feeling I will be making many more clothes for you!" The dress was a shimmering, flowing, almost sheer white-silver gown with a ruffling, fluted hem and a sweeping, low back that culminated just above the swell of her bottom, leaving the gorgeous, delicate curve of her spine bare.

Kaya wondered if Brent had anything to do with commissioning the garments for the girls or if he left it up to Yvonne or Jack. It was the kind of thing that would have showed a glimmer of the thoughtfulness she remembered from the old Brent. The thought that he may have asked for a dress this beautiful just for her almost made her swoon.

The ambivalence of her emotions for him- at one moment a tender reminiscence and a foolish hope for the future, the next a deep revulsion for a man cruel enough to blacken a woman's flesh with bruises, oscillated back and forth, making her emotionally fragile and uncertain of herself.

She tried to soothe her nerves by combing her hair- letting it fall into a glossy sheet down her back, and putting just one more touch of the sweet, flower-laced elixir that she hoped would stir his memory, stir his very soul, against her neck.

At long last, Jack knocked on the door to escort her to the Master's chambers for the night.

 

[Powerdog16]

After Trent had sent the team of inspectors off to their quarters for sensual quiet time with the women of their choices, he returned to his own quarters and found Hannah in the stockade as he had instructed her to be. He called Jack into the room and said, "Jack old boy... Put her in the cage would you..."

"Sir? The cage? That is ... well... sir that is brutal... you sure you want that to occur while the inspection team is here?" Jack asked most hesitantly...

Brent looked at Hannah, who's tear stained eyes pleaded for help to get out of her punishment. Brent walked up to her and pulled on the left strap that connected her ball gag to her mouth. He released it and watched her wince as it snapped her face and caused her to cry again. He said, "This one is going to cause problems unless she is taught a lesson first and foremost. Put her in the cage, give her the mat and activate the ten's unit on it."

As you wish sir!" Jack picked up his radio and popped off some commands to the staff. Two large men walked into the room, unfastening Hannah from the stockades, and letting her collapse onto the floor. Jack walked to her and slipped on a PVC straight jacket in which holes had been cut out of the cleavage area for the breasts of the occupant to be revealed. The sleeves were strapped in tightly and the crotch strap also tight on her body. Jack pulled out some tens patches and strapped them to her inner thighs and breasts...

While Hannah was being prepped, a cage was lowered down from the ceiling till it hung a foot from the floor. It was not more than about 3 foot in width, a column shape, and held up with a pulley system. She was pulled in through a small opening at the bottom of the cage. A small rubber mat was bolted in the middle of the floor as well. The mat was only about 12 inches in width and length. He closed the cage door and looked at Hannah with remorse. She was about to hate life...

He pressed the button to activate the pulley and soon found herself about 3 feet from the ceiling, hanging in the cage on a single heavy duty chain. He looked at the other button on the control and glanced at Brent once more. Once Brent gave the nod, he pressed the button. Hannah let out a scream as she began dancing around the cage! The cage became electrified. Only the rubber mat in the middle of the floor was not charged which she eventually found out. However, she left the cage swinging back and forth in her attempt to escape. She struggled to settle the cage down and found that she was only able to stand perfectly still in order to not be hurt in the cage. Brent had ensure that the charge was only enough to sting and leave marks... not enough to kill...

-- Six hours later --

Brent was sitting naked with his legs dipped into his whirlpool bath. 2 of his slaves, Chica and Gaia, knelt at his feet, watching the hot water slowly rise and in the massive bath. Brent loved his baths there was no doubt. When you live your life in luxury, never waste your time with a commoner shower... he had been heard saying in the past...

When his new arrival showed up, Brent looked up at her and gave a knowing nod. He looked at Jack and said, "Nice choice for her outfit... it is too bad it is coming off so soon after putting it on..."

Jack gave a nod and said, "Thank you sir."

Brent was already past that looking at the two slaves and said, "You two... can go. Kana here will bathe me..."

Both women looked disappointed but knew better than to question as they nodded, got up and walked past Kaya and out of the room. It was no secret both of them shot her a dirty look as if blaming her for their opportunity now lost...

Brent watched both women leave and then Jack as well. He heard a whimper and glanced up at the corner of the room to find Hannah standing on the mat still... her hair was matted, her legs trembling, she looked exhausted and weak, and Brent simply barked, "Shut up or I take the mat away!" This single gesture left Hannah whimpering in desperation...

Brent turned his attention towards Kaya and said, "You... you are the one that is familiar to me..." He thought about it a bit longer as he looked up and down her body, clearly aroused by what he saw. He then said, "Well... the bath is not going to finish itself..."