"Rebecca, my name is Rebecca" she whispered to herself. She was standing at the kitchen sink, hastily washing the breakfast plates. As she filled the drying rack she kept repeating her name.
"Rebecca, my name is Rebecca" she sighed.
"Hey, Beulah!" the Owner of the house yelled from the next room.
"Yes, Owner" she dutifully replied.
"Finish those damned dishes and get ready." He spoke tersely as he rose from his dishevelled bed. One of his massive fists scratched his hairy, overweight chest. His penis started to harden as the fingers of his other hand toyed with his purple knob. He stomped into the kitchen. Rebecca carefully placed the last dish in the rack. She leaned forward and placed both her hands on the kitchen bench. She spread her legs and braced for her morning massage. She knew that her short white uniform didn't cover her buttocks. She wore no underwear.
She waited. She kept repeating her real name. For six years this had been the morning ritual. After being awakened by the sun streaming into her bare room, she would put on a load of washing, cook breakfast, feed the Owner, clean up then receive his semen.
Rebecca looked through the kitchen window. She read the real estate agent's sign that extolled the virtues of the house. It had a large yard, double garage, three bedrooms and one E.A.D. He had owned the house for six years and now he was selling it, along with her, the E.A.D.
E.A.D. was short for Electronically Assigned Domestic. Rebecca looked down at her ankle. She cried every time she looked at the slender electronic bracelet that imprisoned her.
There was no value in self pity. This was her fate, this was the law. Her people had lost a war and she was part of the reparations. Her mother and her grandmother endured the same punishment for being born to the wrong side all those decades ago.
The only difference was that as technology developed the enslavement became easier to enforce. The ankle bracelet meted out pain at varying levels. If she stepped onto the veranda the pain of a mosquito bite was administered. If she walked toward the fence the pain intensified until it was like being whipped. She had never ventured further but she knew that if she stepped onto the street the pain would escalate to lethal proportions.
She had seen a neighbour, another E.A.D. die in slow agony on the footpath. A few men had run out of the nearby houses to assist but the bracelet did its job. Rebecca's Owner had been one of the onlookers. They left the body out there for two summer days, the stench was terrible when it was finally removed.
"You ready, Beulah?" The owner bellowed and she jumped. Even after all these years his loud voice scared her.
She was still at the bench, bare arsed with her legs spread as far as possible. She didn't dare turn her head but she knew the Owner was walking toward her. He was naked. He was aroused. He was always aroused.
He stood behind her. She could feel the tip of his erect penis brushing the softness of her backside. She held her breath, bracing for the barrage that was about to start. Every morning he took her, usually he just plunged that cock right into her vagina with no warning. He would fuck her wildly and then, after seeding her, he would silently walk away. He had trained her to stay at the bench, quiet and motionless, as semen dripped from her ravaged hole. Once he was in the electric car on his way to work she could clean herself up and continue her chores.
Occasionally he would take her a second time before he left. This was always more brutal than the first. Every so often he would organise a breakfast business meeting and his colleagues would take her as well, lining up to put their cocks any where they wanted while talking about merchant banking.
Today was different. He stood behind her much longer than usual. His cock was as hard as ever, she could feel the tip pressing against her. She didn't know why he was waiting. His hands roughly groped her breasts through the front of her uniform. He pinched her nipples until they were hard. He picked up the scouring pad and pressed it against her stomach. The greasy cold water tricked down her stomach and genitalia. After about five minutes he spoke.
"Beulah, I am going to give your fanny the day off. Another Real Estate Agent is coming over to check the place out. When he puts his fingers in you I don't want him to think that you are all worn out. He might decide not to buy the house if he thinks the fixtures need renovating." The Owner laughed as he said that. "You need to give him a really good blow job. I want you to suck the skin off his cock, get it?" He put his thumb into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and sucked. He was aroused by her response.
Rebecca still didn't move. His cock was pushing against her flesh. She didn't know what to do so she did nothing. Her breath was shallow.
"But" the owner raised his voice to her, "I am so horny, thinking about the new house I am buying. That has two domestics, both younger than you. I allowed them to swallow my cum yesterday." The owner took a step back as he spoke.
He swatted her butt lightly and he barked out some simple instructions. She quietly obeyed. Moments later, she was on her knees. He grabbed her hair as he shoved that big hard cock into her mouth. He was like a goat, humping her violently, rubbing that big pink knob against the roof of her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and face fucked her. He yanked her hair and rammed his cock down her throat, making her gag as he exploded.
