Slaves The Anthology

The following stories take place entirely in the realm of fantasy. The stories represent situations that are often non-consensual, degrading to women, and discuss the owning of human beings as property. These elements are meant purely to sexually excite, and offer no reflection of my actual political or moral leanings.

I sometimes get ideas that I can't fit into my mainline stories. These four shorts take place in the 'Master's Favorite Toy' universe. Three of them are from Marcie's first person perspective and one is an E-mail correspondence between Margaret and Master Morgan.

Garden Rearrangement

The warm air lifted my dress, and Kat took the opportunity to find my leg with a hand. I laughed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.

"This place is wonderful in the spring!" I said.

We walked through the grounds of the Morgan estate, enjoying the pleasant change in the recent weather.

"Yeah, it's super cool," Kat said.

We passed beneath the bent limbs of willow trees, strolling along a path made of smooth, flat river stones. Topiaries surrounded us, so dense in some areas that they gave the impression of walking through rooms made of leaves. As we rounded a corner, we found a Japanese Maple with red beginning to show on the leaves. Ornate stone benches surrounded it.

"It feels like a different world down here," I said, "Like we're in the pages of a storybook."

"Yeah, it's- really cool." Kat said. She's wordy, but not descriptive. "Jefferson, he does like a ton of work out here. Sometimes we help him. Abigail found a snake one time."

"What did you do with it?" I asked.

"We wanted to put it in Margaret's dresser, but Winnie said not to. Jefferson took him out in the woods in his pickup truck and let him go."

"He just let it go?" I asked.

"He said it wasn't poisonous."

"Venomous," I corrected.

"Same thing."

"Well, no, venomous means if it bites you, you die, whereas-..."

I stopped my explanation when Kat responded with muffled squeaks. I turned back, curious, and found our master had seized her from behind. He clasped one hand over her mouth, and the other lifted her sundress from the front, fondling her crotch.

"Guess who?" He asked, a devious smile across his handsome face. I smiled and rolled my eyes. Well, time to work.

"Should I give her a hint, sire?" I asked.

"Yes, do that," Master replied.

"Well, he's tall, dark, and handsome, and I think I'd like to taste his cock."

Master's hand found the hem of Kat's panties, sliding inside. He fingered her slowly, rubbing his pointer finger between her labia.

"Taste this first," He offered the finger to me. I pressed in close and sucked his finger, tasting Kat's pussy juice. I smiled.

"More please," I begged. Master pushed Kat forward hard, and she caught herself with two hands on the grassy ground, leaving her bent over at the hips. Mr. Morgan flipped her dress up, bunching it in the middle of her back. He tugged her panties down to her knees, exposing her ass and pussy.

I fell to my knees next to Kat, facing Master, and laid my cheek on her... cheek.

"I want to watch you fuck her," I grinned up at him as he unfastened his belt buckle.

"Get her ready," he ordered, pulling on his cock. I complied eagerly, leaning around and burying my face between Kat's butt cheeks. I dragged my tongue the length of her cunt, tasting her. Kat began to moan, imploring me.

"Lick me baby. Harder."

I was only allowed to enjoy myself for a short few moments before Master rudely pushed my head out of the way. With a firm grip on her hips, he slowly sank his cock into her from behind, stopping about halfway. Kat wasn't satisfied.

"Deeper. All the way. Fuck my cunt," She demanded.

"Shut her up, please, Marcie," Master ordered. I bent down and filled Kat's mouth with my tongue. We kissed deeply as Master slowly began to thrust in and out of my friend. As his tempo increased, Kat began to wiggle back and forth as his hips clapped against her butt, which made our kiss difficult. I broke the kiss, and satisfied myself with a handful of her jiggling titties. I watched the pair copulate, enjoying the unique environment. The sound of Master's thrusts punctuated the rustling of leaves through the nearby maple tree.

"Still want a taste?" Master gripped Kat and went balls deep, pulling her ass hard against his body. Slowly, he withdrew and offered his moist cock for me to suck.

I took it slow. With my mouth open, I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip against Master's shaft, slowly dragging the length of his cock and cleaning Kat's pussy juice off him. This was not satisfactory to Master, who grabbed my head with both hands and jammed his wet cock straight down my throat. My mouth was overwhelmed with the salty-bitter taste of Kat's pussy as I choked on his warm, wet cock. With two rough thrusts against the back of my throat, Master was satisfied, and returned his attention to Kat. She moaned with guttural pleasure as he reentered her and resumed fucking.

I wiped my mouth, cleaning off dribbles of saliva and pussy juice. Not wanting to be left out, I reached behind Master and cupped his sac, gently holding his testes while he fucked his slave.

"Cum in her pussy," I begged. Kat was grunting and groaning like a porn star, having the time of her life. I knew there was no place she'd rather be.

"Yes!" She shouted. "Fill my cunt with cum," She begged. With our prompting, Master increased his thrusting, speeding up. With my hand on Kat's thigh, I felt her muscles tense as she orgasmed. She screamed with pleasure. Her cumming must've felt amazing for Master, because he moaned right as she did, slowing his thrusts as he dumped his load into her. With a low, masculine grunt, Master wrapped his hand around Kat's throat, holding her still while he bit the back of her neck. He released her, breathing hard.

"Good girls," He sighed, withdrawing from Kat's pussy slowly. "Clean her up," He gestured to Kat, ordering me. I resumed my earlier position, licking Kat's pussy from behind, with her bent forward, hands in the grass. She was surprisingly flexible.

I sucked eagerly at her cunt, drinking down a combination of Master and Kat's cum, swallowing and licking furiously. It was five minutes before I realized Master had left. I sat back, dropping my ass to the grass. Kat stood and stretched.

"Damn," I said.

"Damn!" Kat shouted, rolling her shoulders and shaking blood back into her legs.

"Want to keep going?" I asked.

"I need you to sit on my face," she replied, moving toward me. I laughed.

"Let's take it inside, at least."

Collection Dossier

[>]

-Maggy, put together a dossier on my current collection. I'm looking to make some changes and I want to know what I'm working with.

-Yes sir.

- And don't just send me the old one. Type it up again

-Yes sir.

[<]

Abigail, 43

Height: 181 (5'11)

Weight: 72 (159)

Hair: Light brown/blonde

Eyes: Green

Blood Type: O+

Star Sign: Aries

Pros: Passionate, Driven, Loyal

Cons: Short-tempered, Stubborn

Owned: Ten Years

Abigail has been owned by four prior owners. Despite her age, she maintains an excellent physical body shape, largely thanks to her Bachelor's Degree in kinesiology and passion for physical fitness. Abigail was educated at the Mason and Brockeridge Advanced Slave Training Academy, and was top of her class for her third year of schooling. At the start of her career, Abigail danced with the York Opera Ballet, the Chi's Opera Ballet, and taught at the Madam Dioro Ballet and Dance Studio for five years, before a critical foot injury ended her dance career.

Her attitude as a slave is generally obedient and enthusiastic, though she does have a single demerit on her record for a physical altercation with another slave while under her current master, Gerrard Morgan. Abigail would make an esteemed addition to any collection, though pleasure collectors may balk at her advanced age.

Recommended Sales price: 250,00-350,000

Katherine, 27

Height: 156 (5'1)

Weight: 66 (145)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Blood Type: B+

Star Sign: Gemini

Pros: Adventurous, loving, happy

Cons: Flighty, erratic, verbose

Owned: Two years

Katherine has been owned by two prior masters. Katherine's main draw for collectors is her enormous sexual appetite and her overt attraction to both genders. She comes highly recommended for her skill in bed and enthusiasm for both male and female partners.

Katherine has received no formal education.

Recommended Sales price: 80,00-100,000

Marcie, 24

Height: 158 (5'2)

Weight: 54 (119)

Hair: Strawberry blonde

Eyes: Green

Blood Type: O+

Star Sign: Virgo

Pros: Thoughtful, caring, kind

Cons: Worrying, awkward, pleaser

Owned: One Month

Marcie is currently with her first Master, Gerrard Morgan. Marcie proved herself an invaluable collector's item with her outstanding marks during her time at Mason and Brockeridge Advanced Slave Training Academy, where she finished her fifth and sixth years at the top of her class. She holds a B.F.A. in art education, and is an excellent painter, designer, and artist.

She has competed in several amateur ping pong competitions, placing first on three different occasions. Besides this, she is studious and intelligent, keeping a rigorous journal of her activities. Marcie's submissive and eager manner makes her essential to the completeness of any collection.

Recommended Sales Price: 1.6-2m

Margaret, 28

Height: 171 (5'7)

Weight: 53 (122)

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Blood Type: AB+

Star Sign: Leo

Pros: Perfectionist, driven, loyal

Cons: Perfectionist

Owned: Four years

Margaret is the finest graduate to ever come from the Mason and Brockeridge Advanced Slave Training Academy, where she completed her first, third, fifth, and sixth years at the top of her class. She holds a BA in accounting and a Master's in Business Administration. Following her education with Mason and Brockeridge, a fierce bidding battle amongst the slave collecting world commenced, resulting in a still unbroken world record sale price of 66.4 million, earning Margaret the distinction of being the most expensive slave ever put to market (though this price is widely agreed to be inflated due to the media hype surrounding her sale).

Margaret has directly intervened on several occasions in the top-level function of her Master's numerous business enterprises. She has earned public praise from her master's executives, showing dangerous competence in a field dominated by men, and entirely untouched by slaves.

Besides her brilliance, Margaret has tied for the highest physical attraction scores ever given by Mason and Brockeridge, with a 76 out of 80, receiving only four points marked from a perfect score. Margaret actively works with several modeling agencies, and her owner, Gerrard Morgan, is in talks for Margaret to sell her own line of products with Or Pur Clothing. Margaret has been featured on the cover of Slave Monthly, Collectors, and Person Magazine. She was nominated and won the 'Sexiest Slave Alive' by popular vote in Men's Pleasure.

Recommended Sales Price: 40-50m

Shauna, 26

Height: 150 (4'11)

Weight: 44 (101)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Blood Type: A+

Star Sign: Scorpio

Pros: Intelligent, logical, critical

Cons: Arrogant, insensitive, aloof

Owned: Two years

Shauna is currently owned by her first Master. Shauna ended her final year at Mason and Brockeridge Advanced Slave Training Academy at the top of her class. She holds a Master of Music in Performance, and is a recipient of both the Western University Concerto Competition and The Lifetime Opera and Symphony Awards.

Shauna was featured in Arts and Life following her performance of Concerto no. 5 with Western National Symphony as a guest soprano soloist, where famed opera critic Dr. Thomas Israetel revealed he was "Moved to tears by the beauty and power," of Shauna's performance. Shauna is a unique and rare item for any esteemed collection.

Recommended Sales Price: 8-10m

Winnifred, 33

Height: 171 (5'7)

Weight: 74 (164)

Hair: Light Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Blood Type: O-

Star Sign: Libra

Pros: Loving, kind, thoughtful

Cons: Headstrong, stubborn

Owned: Six Years

Winnifred was formally trained by the South End School for slaves, where she showed exemplary marks in all of her classes. She has served seven masters prior to Mr. Morgan, with her only demerit being a strike of sexual misconduct from her second master.

Winnifred is considered a leader by her fellow slaves, who know her as a source of advice and comfort. Winnie is an excellent addition to a collection lacking discipline, as she is often able to provide stability and direction to otherwise troubled slaves. Winnifred is currently nine months pregnant with her first child.

Recommended Sales Price: 50,000-60,000

Yvette, 19

Height: 163 (5'4)

Weight: 53 (116)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Blood Type: B+

Star Sign: Pisces

Pros: Easygoing, content, passionate

Cons: Antisocial, awkward, naive

Owned: Six months

Yvette is currently owned by her first Master. She is intelligent and curious. Yvette's interests in gaming, sci-fi, and esports, make her an ideal addition for collectors with a young spirit or a love of 'geek' culture.

Yvette has received no formal education.

Recommended Sales Price: 80,000-100,000

[>]

-Thanks. What would make this collection more complete?

-Perhaps a new direction with the education of your women, sir. I understand your fondness for M&B, but diversity could be attractive.

-find me some twins

-Yes sir.

[<]

Table Top Slaves

"I'm not religious,"

Abigail's eyes roamed over the piece of paper handed to her by Yvette. She peered at our young friend with discontent.

"It's not that kind of monk," Yvette explained, handing out more sheets of paper. I accepted mine wordlessly, scanning the page. "It's a fighting monk. Like martial arts and doing flips and stuff." Her explanation seemed to satiate Abby.

"Oh. Cool."

"What's a bard?" Kat took in her own sheet with wide eyes.

"It's like an artist, a performer." Yvette explained.

"Shouldn't this be Marcie?"

"No. It suits you. I picked everyone's class with them in mind."

"Why is my wisdom so low?" Kat was incensed. "Are you saying I'm stupid?"

"No! It's not important to your class. Look, your intelligence is normal." That satisfied Kat, and she continued to pour over her paper, loudly commenting on each of her stats.

The five of us sat around the little round table in the kitchen of the servant's quarters. At Yvette's request, we were playing a tabletop roleplaying game. We were all comfortably attired in pajamas (Except for Margaret, who I can only assume is uncomfortable in her ridiculous, flamboyant cream nightgown), and Yvette had prepared popcorn and hot chocolate. There were... varying degrees of enthusiasm.

"Is there a magic spell to make Katherine quiet?" Our cream-clad leader asked.

"Silence, under your list of known wizard spells," Yvette leaned across Abigail, pointing at Margaret's sheet.

"Oh, lovely." Margaret smiled at Kat, who stuck her tongue out in return.

"But no PvP, please guys." Yvette added. We all stared back at her blankly. "PvP. Player versus player. Please don't try to fight each other."

"I think my class is super cool," I tried to be upbeat and encouraging, supporting Yvette in her hobby in any way I could. "I'm religious too. Abs, see? I have a deity and everything."

"You sure you're not a 'fighting karate cleric'?" Abigail asked.

"She's not, she's actually religious," Yvette explained. "If you guys are ready, we can go ahead and start. The best way to learn is just to jump in."

Yvettte began to tell us a story, describing an area we all just had to imagine in our heads (the game has no board or anything). We were all inside a small tavern, and she described each of us as characters in a medieval setting. Yvette painted a wonderful picture of a crowded, dingy old beer hall, filled with gruff, seedy looking characters. She spent a particularly long time describing one character in the corner, who watched our group unwaveringly.

It was a perfectly lovely story. That is, until Yvette made the worst mistake I think she could have made in this situation: Asking us what we wanted to do.

"I'm gonna go correct that guys fucking attitude, that's what I'm gonna do," Abigail immediately said.

"Are there any cute guys? Cute girls?" Kat asked.

"This place is filthy. I am not having any part of this. Can I go outside?" Margaret asked.

"Girls, wait!" I called the group, "Yvette is telling a story. We need to do what she wants us to do."

Yvette sighed.

"Thanks Marcie, but no. Actually, the game works best if everyone does what they want. Okay, Abigail, you go the stranger in the corner, while Kat slides into a seat by the bar, attempting to flirt with the barmaid, and uh, Margaret, you go outside. I'll have to get back with you on that. Marcie, what do you want to do?"

-[Twenty Four sessions later]-

"Chunks of the ceiling smash the bridge in front of you, separating Kat and Margaret." Yvette describes.

"Go! I'll be fine." Margaret shocks the table with a shout.

"I'm not leaving you." Kat surprises us again with her seriousness.

"You have to." I watch Margaret standing from her chair, looking down at the map stretched across the center of the table. "The crystal has to make it out of this cave. I can keep the spell up until you're outside."

"No, I'm- I'm going to get to you. I just need to figure out a spell -..." Kat is cut off by a surprisingly angry Margaret.

"Damn it, Kat, you're out of spells! There's nothing you can change about this. Go." Her golden-blonde hair is falling out of her ponytail, hanging in loose strands around her face. Across the table, a frightened Kat appears ready to cry.

"Is there anything we can do?" Abigail is upset, pleading with Yvette. The young woman shakes her head solemnly.

"You and Marcie both are outside fighting the Infernal Beasts. You don't even know this is happening," She explains. Abigail looks at me with regret, and I mournfully shrug.

Kat and Margaret stare at each other across the table, sharing a moment.

"I'll come back for you," Kat finally says.

"There won't be anything to come back for. Go." Margaret insists. Kat pulls her feet up into her chair, crushing her cheeks into her knees. With damp eyes, she finally relents.

"I leave. I take the crystal and leave." She describes.

We're all in stunned silence as Yvette describes one last shared look between the two as Kat leaves Margaret in the cave. As she describes the mountain collapsing, Yvette brings the session to a close.

"Same time next weekend?" She asks.

"This game fucking rules," Kat whispers through her tears.

It's Easier For Some

I did my best to hold still as Kat adjusted the bunny tail on my butt.

"You okay back there?" I asked.

"I'm just enjoying the view," Kat replied, giving me a pinch. I laughed and pulled my ass away from her, craning my neck to ensure she had properly seated my tail. Satisfied the little white tuft was in the proper position, I tugged and adjusted my leotard. The tight, black fabric was worming its way into all my crevices, chafing me horribly.

"How can you stand this?" I asked. Kat smiled, twirling and hopping in place. The little brunette was as high energy as ever, bursting with excitement.

"I'm channeling my inner bunny," She answered with a giggle.

"I need everyone's ears," Margaret snapped her fingers, drawing our attention. She was dressed much the same as the rest of us, save for the little golden choker denoting her position as Master's favorite. We all wore the same black leotards, but on our fearless leader, the outfit could stop a bus. Margaret was a gorgeous blonde with a perfect body. Her generous breasts strained the limits of her pushup bra's strength, and her long stocking clad legs were impossible to look away from.