"Gentleman," my new boss smiled at the other six men assembled in the boardroom, "this is our new fuck toy." Tipping his head and looking me over, he said, "And I think we'll call her Scarlett, seeing as she has red hair, and I'm hoping a nice thatch of it over her pussy, too. At least if she knows what's good for her, since we haven't given her permission to shave yet," he said, chuckling.
"And as we all know, we've got plenty of pretty life-like robotic fuck toys at our disposal, but nothing beats the feel of a real live breathing woman, with her hot little pussy spread open wide between our legs, am I right?"
As they all nod in agreement, eyeing me closely, I swallowed hard as they looked me over like a prime piece of sirloin, their eyes already darkening with lust as they stroked their cocks through their clothes preparing to fuck me. But I knew my place and I kept my eyes trained on the floor and didn't dare look anyone in the eye.
Though my grandmother had told me that her mother used to tell her amazing tales from over a century ago when women had rights and were considered for the most part equal to men, and although never quite paid the same, they were never treated like chattel. But of course all that had changed over the years as our rights had slowly been taken from us, till we were nothing but sources of amusement for the men in our society, to be used any way they pleased.
Of course we were mostly still free to live our lives, providing of course that we behaved ourselves and never did anything that a man wouldn't like, or we might have to be re-indoctrinated, until we were fit to be in society again, which I'd heard could be a fairly painful and humiliating process.
But these days we could never know when we might be used by a stranger or even a group of men who decided they wanted to have us, since men could do as they pleased.
It was a daily occurrence for every woman now. A man would just come up to us on the street and grab our breasts and squeeze them hard, or put his hand up our skirts on the subway and slide his fingers over your naked pussies -- since the government had decided that we were no longer allowed to wear undergarments anymore. And the men would do these things to us, knowing there would be no retribution, since it was all perfectly legal and even government sanctioned to treat us like nothing but mindless sex toys.
In our society sex was everywhere. People would openly fuck in parks, so clothing of course was optional. And believe me you'd see a lot of dicks when out walking around and not all of them pretty and to be honest, some were down right gnarly.
Even when walking on the sidewalk men would approach a woman, knock her down, push open their legs and gang-bang anyone they decided they wanted. And men would actually line up to have turns on women on the people movers that glided us above the ground around our cities, especially at night, which was the most dangerous time of all for us to be out. No woman knew when she might be attacked and we had absolutely no say in how we were treated and just had to accept the fact that it happened.
And I so was accustomed to being gang-banged and cruelly used, that I just closed my eyes and hoped it would end once it started. And after six horny bastards had savagely used me one night late in a food outlet, putting me up on a counter and fucking me hard one after the other, I knew enough not to venture out late anymore, especially on my own, after they'd left me so sore I could barely walk for nearly a week.
Thankfully though, one good thing, there were now no more sexually transmitted diseases, since the male-run governments of the world had pooled their resources until every last one of them had been eradicated, which they considered a priority over other diseases, freeing men of all nations to have indiscriminate sex with any woman or man they chose without the fear of contamination.
And of course I'd been temporarily sterilized as a girl, with a birth control pellet in my arm , as every woman of my generation had, so that I would not become pregnant, at least until I was told by whomever wanted to have his child with me that it would be removed, so I could become pregnant with his seed.
But I just prayed that I'd never be chosen as a breeder, or I could be locked away in a breeding station and used by countless men bearing child after child after child with no hope of ever escaping. Puppy mills had been banned for decades in our society, since it was considered cruel to use a dog that way, but the same was not true for women, and of course we had no recourse and were powerless to even complain, since we basically had no rights, since they'd all been stripped from us long before I was born.
Women did what were considered lesser jobs in our society now, cleaning and cooking and some office work, although I'd heard whispered rumors that women were once educated enough to have high-powered careers like lawyer or doctors and engineers. And I knew that generations before some women held positions of power and were even Prime Ministers of countries, but all that changed when our rights were slowly eroded by the male dominated courts and governments that had gradually taken over the world. And information was even supressed that might enlighten us even about the past, until we were basically just considered property to be used and bartered with however they pleased.
And may the
Supreme Leade
r help any woman who had the misfortune of growing old and unattractive, since it was now legal to do away with us and had been since long before I was born. On a government designed attractiveness scale that went from one to ten, no woman dared drop below five or she could legally be rounded up and culled for letting herself go. Naturally all of us feared it ever happening to us, and did our utmost to keep ourselves attractive, so that we'd at least be allowed to survive.
So we were basically all forced to keep ourselves slender and attractive by eating as little as possible, and dress in ways that men would find pleasing in short thigh-high body hugging dresses, without any undies of course, and the sexier the heels, the better.
When my new boss, Glenn cleared his throat to get my attention, I nearly jumped out of my skin, I was so lost in my thoughts that for a moment I'd nearly forgotten where I was.
Narrowing his eyes on me, he said, "Scarlett, take off your dress and get up on the table, and spread your legs so we can all have a look at your pussy, so we'll know what we're dealing with."
Naturally, I instantly obeyed, quickly tugged off my little red mini dress that barely covered my ass and got up on the long cool boardroom table, spreading my legs open wide so that all them could see everything I had. And Glenn, being the head of the company, of course spread open my folds to give them all a better look at my tight little snatch. A few of them I noticed tipped their heads and nodded, looking impressed and some of them already had their cocks out, stroking them in her palms, eager to fill me up.
And when one of them asked, "Has her ass been fucked yet?" I closed my eyes and winced. Ass fucking had to be the absolute worst. I'd been told that many years ago men used to show compassion and would even do their best to make their partners feel good, using things like lubricants when sharing a sex act, but that was long before my time. And now I could expect to be used any way they pleased, regardless of how uncomfortable they made me feel. And if I was in pain, I was just expected to hide it, unless they were actually into inflicting it, and then I knew I was to throw back my head, open my mouth and scream my damn head off to give them the thrill they craved.
"Good question, let me check," my boss said. And without a word, grasping me roughly by my bare thigh, he turned me onto my side, parted my ass cheeks and pushed his index finger past my tightly clenched sphincter and nodded thoughtfully, telling them, "She's tight, but I think it's been used. Of course we'll have to use an anal probe to know for sure how often and how well."
All of them nodded, looking pleased. And one of them, a little chubby guy, eagerly rubbing his hands together, said, "So, when do we start?"
Glenn nodded, and slid me onto my back again. Running his fingers through my curly red pubic hair, smiling down at me, he said, "Well, considering how rare it is to find a real red-head, since they've pretty much become extinct, and this ones so quite pretty with such nice big tits, that I'm sure we could even milk if we give her a pill to get some milk flowing." He cupped one of my breasts and squeezed when he said that. "Then I think we should use her as some sort of bonus, rather than just fucking her indiscriminately whenever we're in the mood for some pussy. After all we have so many other women we can use at our disposal, along with the robotic fuck toys, but only one with such extraordinary flame coloured hair. So I've decided that the first of you to reach a million in sales every week can use her any way you please." He chuckled. "But please don't exterminate her once you're done with her, since I'm sure everyone else would like to have a chance to use her, too."