Charlotte's Perspective
The United States of America looked very different in the 23rd century than it did in the 21st. In the 21st century, problems like global warming and diseases were a thing. Global warming has since been solved, and nearly all diseases, even serious ones, are easy to treat. Others have been eradicated. Robots do most manual labour jobs and working men only work four days a week. I say working men specifically, because only men get paid. Women are slaves.
Slavery in the United States was abolished in the 19th century, but brought back in the 22nd. Global warming had just been solved, but then a domestic bioterrorist group of men referred to as "incels" created a virus that specifically avoided the y chromosome. As a result, most of the world's female population was wiped out. This extended to plants and animals too causing major disruptions to food supply, amongst other things. In the US, it sparked a second Civil War which was essentially feminists vs everyone else. You can guess who won. The timeline was as follows:
2102: Global Warming solved
2104: Virus is released; 50-70% of women are killed in a matter of days
2105-2109: Second American Civil War
2109: Feminist Liberation Force surrenders; a treaty is signed where the leaders' lives are spared with the caveat that the leaders will spend the next decade as breeding slaves to help increase the female population for the next generation. They have no choice but to agree.
2110: 34th amendment is passed legalising indentured servitude and slavery for female war criminals under the Patriot Act.
2115: 35th amendment extends the conditions of the 34th to include female criminals.
2123: 36th and 37th amendments are passed. The first legalises slavery for all women over the age of 18 indefinitely. The second legalises sexual slavery and effectively reduces rape laws to property damage, as women are now considered property.
And the rest, as they say, is history. There were protests, of course. They didn't do any good. Since then, women became the property of the government as soon as they turned 18, with a sum of money paid to the women's father. All women were then required to complete one year in the academy, which was essentially a sex school. There, women would be educated in all the ways to please a man. At the end of the year, a comprehensive written and performative exam was conducted. Failure meant having to spend another year at the academy, which was to be avoided at all costs as the women were separated from the incoming class and treated worse than cattle. Rarely did anyone fail and the punishment was there mostly as an incentive against rebellion.
Rebellion in any way, shape, or form, was treated harshly. Failing to obey your master's command could result in prison time, and prison for women in the 22nd century was not a fun place to be. They would be housed with the men where there would often be a ratio of 20:1 and the woman would be expected to service all of them. It was essentially a never ending gangbang and even a month or two could reduce the strongest willed woman to a wreck of her former self. I remember a growing up seeing a friend's mother go through an entire year in prison after attempting to bite her husband/owner's dick when he slapped her in the face during a blowjob, and then refusing to apologise. She was never the same after that.
Of course, there were some things you couldn't do to your slave. You couldn't beat them too severely and you couldn't inflict any permanent damage. Masters were also expected to provide proper accommodations and food, although this varied from master to master. Slaves used to be given a collar to wear in public at all times, but now free women were given identification and any woman who didn't have it was assumed to be a slave. Women were automatically freed at the age of 50 and given a pension. Many chose to keep living with their masters because that was all they knew. My mother recently turned 50 and she chose to stay with my father, who was deeply in love with her and treated her more like a wife lately. Nothing in their relationship changed once she turned 50 and, with modern medicine, she would easily live to be 90 at least.
By 2150, the ration of men to women in the world was getting back to normal again, and that caused problems with the system. There were more rebellions and more protests with even some men buying women just to free them. Of course, this cost a lot of money. A slave could cost anywhere between $10,000 and $2,000,000 depending on age, body, whether she was attractive, etc. This sounds expensive, but a cup of coffee was $10. Inflation's a bitch.
Anyway, women used to be more expensive, but nowadays even a new 19 year old slave could go for merely a month's salary. After graduating the academy, women were automatically auctioned off. Most men only had one slave, but some had two, three, or even a whole harem! The wealthy had hundreds. My father only had my mother and she was a present from my grandparents after my father graduated college. Some particularly destitute men didn't have any slaves, but even they could save enough of their UBI to get one after enough time if they waited long enough, and they also had the option of waiting to fuck a public use slave, but the waiting times for one of them could be weeks.
Fast-forwarding to today, the year is 2213 and the president just announced the 40th amendment, which repealed each amendment since the 34th and banned slavery. However, he was forced to compromise with the opposition, meaning that every woman currently enslaved would continue to be a slave until the age of 50 with all the old rules still in effect. My heart sank upon hearing this. It meant that my younger sister, who just turned 18, would not have to attend academy or serve some man for the rest of her life, but because I'm 20, I would for the next thirty years. I mean, it's not like I even expected the amendment to pass, so I suppose I should be grateful, but it still irks me that I was literally born a couple of years too soon.
I suppose this is as good a time as any to introduce myself. My name is Charlotte, and for the past year, I was a slave to Mr. Ricardo Torres, a wealthy businessman who was over 100 when he purchased me from the market. He once had hundreds of slaves but now only had a dozen, and we mostly cooked and cleaned and only occasionally had to suck him off or something. However, he passed away peacefully in his bed last week and my heart sank as I knew I would be sold. His only son was gay, and so, would have no interest in keeping us around. Sure enough, we were to go to the market the first Monday of January, merely days after the announcement.
It was cold outside and I was naked save for my collar and handcuffs, more ceremonial than used for actual restraint, as no woman would dare to try and run away. Fortunately, I was only outside for less than a minute before being loaded into the back of a truck with ample heating. Mr. Torres's other slaves followed. I spent the hour long ride into town making small talk with the other 11 women I had come to known and make friends with during the last part of the year. We talked about the new law. One of the women was forty-seven and it didn't matter for her anyway, but those young like me were upset. How could we not be? At least it was going to end with us.
I had never been particularly feminist or rebellious. This was the world I grew up in and the one I accepted from the time I was young. Men were in charge and women were slaves. I hardly dared to imagine it any other way. When my older brother came of age, the first thing he did was save up for his own slave. Her name was Mary and she was in her late forties, but she was what my brother could afford at the time. She'd be turning fifty soon and my brother would almost certainly be buying a younger slave next time, now that he was a public defender and earning a decent salary.
Upon arriving, we were led into the former opera house turned auction house. One of the government slaves led us into the back where they applied makeup and the like to make us as presentable as possible. After, we were given stalls in the viewing area where men spent the morning walking around and inspecting us. Needless to say, there was a lot of groping and taking advantage. Having big tits, I was used to having them fondled. As I said before, being groped by men all the time wasn't something I particularly enjoyed, but I accepted it as part of my reality. I stood there emotionless each time a man seized my tits and even slapped and pinched them. My body measurements were 36-24-36 with 34DD tits, so I was used to it. All the time.
The biggest surprise of the morning came when my brother arrived in one of his new suits. Crawling next to him was his slave. I refrained from rolling my eyes at the way he walked her in on a leash like a dog, but it was normal in my world.
"Damn," he remarked, looking me up and down. "I don't think I've ever seen you naked before, sis!"
"What are you doing here?" I hissed back.
"I'm here to buy you."
"Ew, can't you pick someone who isn't your sister? Monique, the Puerto Rican girl a few stalls that way has bigger tits than me."
