[Episode 113442] [Episode 113442]
One of her fellow soon-to-be slave, Makoto, had been purchased, and was about to be branded. Makoto was a tall girl with spectacular ‘talent’ who’s parents had died without leaving a designated male listed as a guardian. With out the protection of a man, she’d been classified as a slave, for her own protection, and put up for sale.
Nabiki felt sorry for her. Instead of an individual master, she’d been sold to some group. Serenity ltd. An agent for the company was the one currently in the process of establishing ownership.
Makoto was bent over a padded trestle, her ankles and wrists secured to the legs, her big bottom high and vulnerable. Standing behind her, was a tall female slave with long green hair, wearing nothing but a brand in the shape of the astrological symbol of Pluto on her ass. Despite her nudity, the slave carried herself with pride and presence. Her face showing complete confidence and zero uncertainty.
Nabiki envied that. Her own life had been anything but certain. Ever since puberty she’d longed for the sense of belonging that being a slave would give her. To be someone’s property, something they were willing to pay to possess. Could anything be better? She didn’t think so. She pitied her sisters, who couldn’t understand how true freedom was being property, to just be yourself, and to now worry about your place in the world.
It was why she’d never discussed her plan with them. She had known they would not approve, and would have attempted to prevent her from carrying through with it. It was too late for that now. The die was tossed, and her new life called. Soon she’d be bent over that trestle, waiting for Kuno to claim her as his property. Her pupils dilated as she stared at Makoto being fondled by the Pluto slave.
The woman’s long middle fingers slipped deep up Makoto’s cunt, while her little finger rubbed the bound girl’s clitoris. Her thumb pressed deep into the tall girl’s ass at the same time. Makoto was shuddering, and every now and then she let out a moan as her body shuddered with orgasm.
“Such a responsive little slut,” the Pluto-slave laughed softly. “You will make your princess very happy, little one.” She held up a rod in her free hand, with a Seal mounted to the end. Nabiki watched with wide eyes as she brought it down and pressed it against the bound girl’s ass. Makoto’s head shot up, her eyes and mouth wide in shock as her body shuddered and shook from multiple orgasms.
Nabiki swallowed. With her fetish of course she’d read all she could find about the branding process. How the magical artifacts, linked the slave to the life of their master, or mistress, and how such a bonding caused incredible pleasure. But, this was the first time she’d witnessed a branding, and seen the truth confirmed. But, she was puzzled as the Pluto-slave pulled the branding seal away, and revealed the astrological sign of Jupiter. She had assumed that the Pluto mark was the symbol of the corporation that had purchased Makoto. Maybe it had several brands? Nabiki had never really researched the concept of corporate slavery, and only knew a little about them. And most of what she did know was from the financial viewpoint.
Corporations were a created artificial person, in the form of legal documents. A fiction that allowed them to act as a single person, while being made up of thousands of share-holders. Some time ago, a clever lawyer had won a case that allowed these fictional people to buy slaves. It had caused an uproar, and even to this day conspirators talked of evil corporations using the brand on their free workers, a very illegal thing to do, and never proven.
It was logical, from a conspirator’s point of view. The brand linked the slave to her master, or mistress. Their health was the slaves health. Their death, unless steps were taken, would be the slaves death. All one way of course, no master wished to feel his slaves pain. So, if you branded a worker, the health of the company became a prime concern to them, or so the theory went. In truth, the legal slaves the corporations purchased did not seem to suffer or take joy, in the same way that personal slaves did in the health of their owner.
Though obviously, Nabiki thought, the bonding was just as pleasurable. She watched with envy as Makoto, her body limp, was helped from the room by the Pluto-slave.
Her fingers slipped down between her legs, and lightly brushed over her cunt, one finger trailing between her labial lips to the wetness inside. She shuddered, and fought the urge to pleasure herself. That was a privilege reserved for her master. While technically she was still a free person, till sold, in her own mind she was already a slave, and her body was no longer her property, but her master’s, and not to be touched without his permission.
Nabiki pulled her hand from between her legs and once again wrapped her arms around her knees. Her belly was feeling nauseous in anticipation. Soon she’d be claimed. Sold at auction, and branded and mounted by her new master. Already she imagined she could feel his cock plunging into her body, taking possession of her. Her breath quickened and desire caused her breasts to swell and her nipples to harden.
But, despite her anticipation, she could not help but worry, her imagination too strong to avoid thinking of ‘what if’s”
What if something happened to Kuno? Who would buy her then? “Would it be some greasy pig? Or a group pooling their money?
Nabiki’s legs clenched and her cunt pulsed as she imagined being bought by all the boys she’d dated, and who’s bank accounts she’d drained. They’d be eager to make her pay for that. They’d take her again and again, not giving her a chance to rest. Claiming every opening in her body where a cock would fit. It would go on and on and on.
Nabiki gasped, and gave herself a shake, her body shuddering with need. What was taking so long? Shouldn’t she be on the block already? Come on, come on,” she chanted.
“What if she’d been wrong about Kuno? There were hundreds of fairy tales featuring clever slaves who guided their master to wealth and power. That was the role Nabiki saw for herself. But what if Kuno was one of those masters? The one in the stories who unlike the hero, did not listen to the clever slave, and so came to bad ends, along with their not clever enough slaves.
Nabiki shook her head again to banish the defeatism. Kuno was good looking, well hung, she’d checked, rich, and easily led. Look how she’d manipulated him to get around the fact that her father would never allow her to sell herself as a slave.
“Kuno, following Nabiki’s suggestions, had charged her with extortion, and she had not denied the charge. Found guilty, she had been put on the market, her father judged unsuitable at controlling her, which was true enough. “Soun would get the money she brought, minus the auction houses fee. That would settle their debts. Nabiki would get her fantasy. Akane, or so Kuno believed, would be so impressed by his manliness in buying her sister, that she would fly to his arms. Bullshit, Nabiki knew. But she also knew her little sister would become a frequent visitor to the Kuno mansion, in order to make sure Nabiki was being treated right. And who knows, maybe Kuno would actually impress her. Everyone would be happy.
What could go wrong.
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