TXR-92U-2280 – Call Name: Sara – Part V
In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: hard labor, breeding, menial work and sexual servitude.
This series of stories, which is not presented in any particular order, explores the daily life of a prostitute-slave named Sara. Purchased at auction by a Las Vegas casino, she is tasked with fulfilling the sexual urges of its clientèle, who pay for her favors along with room service and Wi-Fi access. Subject to their every whim, she has known both anguish and delight, but most often casual exploitation.
When she is not engaged by a guest, Sara must contend with capricious and underpaid corporate overseers and occasionally vicious slave stable politics.
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Jennifer and Sara sat facing each other on the bed. The young brunette wore the items she had ordered up from the Helios toy store: a red satin baby doll and a thong with the bullet vibrator riding in a pocket up against her clit. The slave was naked except for her garter belt, her stockings and her strappy black heels. Their legs were intertwined so that their labias were pressed together, embracing the vibrator.
Jennifer had called her boyfriend, Bryan, a few minutes earlier, and he was on his way up from the arcade with his friends Steve and Jared. Expecting them to walk in any second, Jennifer and Sara had begun moving together, their hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Just the sound of the vibrator humming had made Sara wet, and as soon as she pressed her sex against it, she felt an urgent heat rising between her legs. Through the haze of psychotropic drugs, she could not actually remember her last orgasm – although she could clearly remember the last time that she didn't cum.
Along with five other sluts, she had been tasked with an accessible display assignment in the Scarab Club. Each of them were dressed the same: tall black boots, long black gloves, and a featureless black hood that covered their faces. Everything else – their breasts, their thighs, their shaved genitals – was bare.
They were bound side-by-side, legs spread, arms taut above their heads, as a living divider between the bar and the stage. As an accessible display, guests were welcome to touch, fondle or abuse the slaves. Occasionally, Sara would be tickled, probed or pinched, but tedium was usually the worst part of this tasking.
Once, a slut named Monique had an ice cube pushed up inside her vagina. She writhed helplessly, screaming into her gag, but the guest held her labia shut until it melted. Sara was grateful it did not happen to her, but it was hardly the most painful thing she could imagine being done to a slave.
That night was different. Without notice, the nimble fingers of a true expert had begun to manipulate her sex. A man or a woman, a slave or a guest, Sara did not know, but the technique was perfect. She could feel her wetness spreading down the insides of her thighs as she moaned into her gag, her body rigid.
It went on minute after minute, as the anonymous hand slowly coaxed her ever closer to orgasm. Then, seconds before her release, it stopped. The need was overpowering. She screamed in frustration, pressing her hips down in a futile search for stimulation.
Even as she humped the emptiness between her legs, she knew that she was making a humiliating, pathetic display of herself – but she could not stop. Desperate for the one final touch that would bring her over the edge, her hips moved up and down, up and down, up and down...
"Gods, Sara!" Jennifer interrupted her reverie. "You're not actually getting off on this, are you?"
"No, mistress," the slave groaned, struggling to conceal her orgasm.
Sara was relieved to see Jennifer's dubious gaze swing towards the door at the sound of Bryan, Steve and Jared returning.
"Faster," she demanded as the three boys stepped into view.
Bryan was first. He froze, staring open-mouthed at Jennifer and the slave grinding their hips together. Steve actually bumped into him, completely transfixed by their performance.
"Fuck me!" he said.
Jared stood further back, watching silently. All three had huge erections, straining painfully against the fabric of their pants.
"Please, mistress... May Sara cum?" the slave panted.
"No – not until I do," Jennifer told her.
After another few, frantic seconds, Sara asked again. She sounded desperate.
"Mistress, please! May Sara cum?"
"I told you – I cum first."
The slave gritted her teeth and pinched her eyes shut.
"Faster!" Jennifer snapped.
"Fuck, yeah!" said Steve, his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand. "Work her hard, Jen!"
Jennifer moaned.
"Please, mistress! Please! Please let Sara cum!"
"No!" gasped Jennifer. "If you cum first, I'll have Bryan whip you!"
Sara whimpered, making a show of being caught between fear and lust. Jennifer closed her eyes, her voice rising towards climax.
"Mistress, please! Sara can't..."
"Bryan! Show this bitch I'm serious!"
He immediately undid his belt and pulled it free from his pants, folding it double. Sara felt her heart in her throat. Her plan had worked as she had hoped, so far – but she never suggested that Jennifer threaten to have Bryan whip her.
"Faster!" screamed Jennifer.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" shouted Steve, spraying his seed onto the floor.
Jennifer ended it with an orgasmic cry, pushing her firm, young tits up towards the ceiling, her hard nipples showing through the red satin. Sara joined her an instant later, and then the woman and the slave collapsed back onto the bed, trembling. The boys were silent.
Recovering, Jennifer swung around and took a handful of Sara's hair, pulling the slave towards her and kissing her hard on the mouth.
"You were perfect," she whispered into the Sara's ear. "I'm sorry if I scared you with the belt."
Leaning back, she pushed the slave's face down between her legs.
"Ass up!" she said. "I want to share you with Bryan."
