The New Patriarchy 2097

The auction was about to begin.

After 6th wave feminism, women became completely unbearable. The men, patient until now, lost their collective temper and reinstated the patriarchy in 2087. A decade later, the new patriarchy was thriving.

The civil war didn't last long. The feminists resisted at first, but quickly folded. They were outmatched on every front, not to mention overconfident, having spent so long actually believing that they were the superior sex. Their numbers were also far smaller than they'd anticipated. In fact, a vast number of women were relieved when the men were in charge once more. Millions of women celebrated in the streets when the last of the feminist forces surrendered.

After the repeal of the 19th Amendment and the passage of the 35th, polygamy and prostitution were legalized, and all women were legally designated as either public or private property. Women were not permitted to vote, engage in any political organizing, or own property. Finally, women were relegated to second-class citizenship.

At first, women were banned from the workplace entirely. Fortunately, reformers came along quickly and amended the law to be more sensible. After all, what was to be done with the unattractive women? Women who couldn't be sold as sex slaves were permitted to do menial labor of various kinds. Female-only sweatshops rapidly developed economic growth. Other women became (or remained) house servants, childcare workers, nurses, etc. The need for female labor was acknowledged, though strict rules remained in place dictating the bounds of acceptable behavior.

I went to the auction to purchase a concubine. The women were marched out, commanded to stand silently in their lingerie. Six women were for sale today in the 18-22 bracket. I wanted more than one, but it would be less expensive to buy them one at a time to avoid bidding wars. I placed a somewhat excessive bid on #3, a blonde with small, perky tits.

"Going once...going twice...sold!" the auctioneer bellowed.

After a bidder won, the second stage of inspection began. You can only learn so much from seeing a woman naked on a public stage. The others were finally sold one by one, and I followed the auctioneer to a private room to examine #3.

"How many hours of oral certification?" I asked, looking my new prospect up and down.

"Everyone in our stable has 20 hours, minimum. You can try her out, if you like."

"Yeah, sure."

The auctioneer snapped his fingers. "Heel," he commanded. She knelt down.

"Suck," I said. She obliged. Enthusiastic, skillful, and eager to make her new owner cum.

"Incredible," I said approvingly, zipping up my pants as #3 swallowed.

"We only deal with top-shelf product," the auctioneer replied. Next was her pussy and asshole. He bent the nude girl over the inspection table. He spread her ass with his gloved hands, and I leaned down to get a better look.

"Now, I can't let you use the holes without a guarantee of purchase," he reminded me.

"Of course," I said. "As long as there's documentation of virginity."

"That's no issue." He commanded #3 to sit. "What are you gonna use it for, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, I already have two breeders and a maidservant."

"No concubines?"

"Not right now. Both of the sperm banks are full, and the maid needs to focus on her tasks. I just need a few concubines. I sold my only one last week."

"And I'm assuming when you say you 'sold' a used one last week..."

I nodded. "She was confiscated."

"I hate when that happens."

I took my concubine for walks occasionally, but she was strong-willed. Women were required by law to be submissive, but I was willing to overlook her obstinance in private. I didn't mind when they struggled. Despite my magnanimity, she was disobedient -- in public.

"Yeah, it couldn't be helped. I put her in the pillory myself, but someone still filed a report. I mean, I get why it's necessary, even though I think I had it under control. But I can't complain, not with the compensation. They paid me a little more than she's worth, to be honest. Especially since I'm assuming she's going to be assigned as a human toilet."

"They might use her as a bidet. Besides, if she's any good, they'll just use her for the higher-ups. 'Public property' doesn't always mean free-use, you know."

The auctioneer knew the market better than I did. All I knew was that my disobedient concubine was purchased by the state for re-education and public utility. 'Confiscation', under the 35th Amendment, entailed payment to the private owner of a hefty fee. Naturally, I took my government check and went down to the slave market to replace her with a new concubine.

Unfortunately, none of my three wives were terribly appealing to me at the moment. The two younger girls were both pregnant, and the houseservant was getting quite old. I needed concubines to satisfy me while my wives cooked, cleaned, and cared for my children. Not to mention, entertain my guests.

It had only been a few days without a sex slave, and I was already getting desperate. I re-affirmed my offer to the auctioneer, and stage two was complete.

"Nice doing business with you," he said, shaking my hand.

"It's my pleasure," I said. "I almost used one of the public holes this morning!"

We had a good laugh. Public holes were fine and good for the poor, but for those of us who had the means to own women privately, it was a bit of an embarrassment. Though, women in the public stocks were sometimes irresistible, especially after a couple drinks. Their crimes were listed above their heads, and any man had a right to fuck her. That was the fate of my last concubine before she was whisked away to reeducation.

I stood in front of the pillory, arms crossed, staring down at her. If she could only behave herself, this wouldn't be happening. I can still remember the look in her eyes, that hint of defiance she shot at me as some stranger railed her pussy. Of course, I only saw that look for a split second before another man covered her face in his cum. I smiled and shook my head. Hopefully reeducation does her some good. You'll never win, sweetheart.

The auctioneer cuffed #3, attached the chain around her collar, and handed me the property transfer form.

"Have you decided on a name?" he asked, throwing a velvet robe over her shoulders.

"How about...Ophelia."

I signed the papers and left with my new woman.