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Set in any time period, slaves are offered for sale to owners.

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Chapter #7

master

    by: Unknown
You walked with the woman. You began comparing yourself to her, trying to figure out why she was more powerful than you. You looked at the pretty, multi-color skin she had but it looked like something she put over her skin rather than it being her skin. She noticed you and stopped, "Can I help you?" "Why are you more powerful than me, is it that colorful thing over your body?" She just looked at you and said, "I'm more powerful because I am, my clothing is only a symbol of my status over you slave. Now move before I have to used the whip on you. You followed in silence for the rest of the walk. You look over and continue to study her. She was about your height, your hair was a different color, you passed by a reflection of yourself, you were smart enough to know what a reflection was. You were looking at yourself when you felt this pain on your back. You realize the woman had pulled this rope from her belt, it hurt, that must be the whip, you don't like the whip. You continued to walk down the hall, now with a pain in you back. You look back over to the woman and see she has a bigger rear and bigger mounds on her torso. You guessed she probably is built the same as you between her legs, but you stop at a door. It opens and she tells you to go inside. You step inside and the door is shut. The capsule you're put in moves and you are carried in the air across a wide expanse. You look over to she other capsules with other slaves, some have the same crack as you, others this worm and two balls apparatus between their legs. You have no idea why but that worm with balls was making your crack all warm and sweaty. You were lowered and some people built like the slaves of the worm persuasion point towards a square. You walk out and walk towards the square, fearing another whip or worse. They look you over and when you turned your head to watch one the other grabbed you and told you to hold still. You stood there as these two men looked over you, then they started poking you but you were afraid to even make a sound. They moved your head around looking at your face, they felt you up and down, you have no idea why but maybe they're making sure you are not broken in any way. Then their touching becomes more violating, they start feeling your butt, lifting it like they're checking it's weight, they poked you in a hole your rear had that you did not know about, you yelped and clinched your cheeks for a second. The man looked at you and continued to check you. The scaling and touching he did for your rear mounds he did for the mounds on you chest. He lifted them like to check their weight, be began squeezing, massaging, you began to breath heavier but fear made you refrain from making a sound that was until he, pulled the pointy things on you chest mound, that hurt. You yelped out again and again he looked at you. He then knelt down and started feeling around your leg crack, feeling inside, he felt around poking and feeling inside a crevasse inside your crack, your breathing really quickened and you let out a sigh as your crack became sweaty again, this time to the point that it was dripping. You stumbled back and let out an "ugh hshhhhh ahhhhhahahahhhh." They stopped before you felt finished but you stood there, now thinking you were going to get the whip again. The men conversed, "Well everything works." You smiled but one of them yelled, "What are you smiling for." The other one told him to stop and walked up to you, "It's good you smiled it's what your owner wants." You looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes and said, "I've got an owner?" He led you out and you saw him. He looked at you and as he walked around your back he got angry. You jumped as he yelled, "Why is there a mark on the back of my slave. Oh sorry honey I didn't mean to scare you." He then talked for a long while and it was explained that the handler whipped her when she stopped to look at a mirror. Your master was not happy about that. He looked at you and told you to follow him. You did and he led you to a different room. They handed you some things and you looked at your master, he asked the same question you wanted to, "What are these things?" They explained that baby-level slaves, meaning slaves that are unexperienced in the real world, sometimes can get overwhelmed and do things, explore, which could cause them to get hit by a car or something. However, the most common thing is, these slaves have not yet experienced their first bathroom break and will often just go without thinking. So they always give every newly bought slave a diaper and tell owners to watch their slaves. He led you out and almost instantly you began walking towards a new thing you saw, and was quickly yanked by you master as he scolded you. You followed him sulkily and this weird feeling happened. almost instantly you master stopped and said, "Did you just go to the bathroom?" You look at him and say, "Did I what." He led you to the car and pulled off the puffy thing they people at the desk gave you. You noticed yellow and brown stains in it and master rubbed your front and back cracks and put a second puffy thing on you and said, "If you have those feelings again try to hold it back until you find a toilet. You didn't know what a toilet was but you nodded. At home you were greeted by another woman. She was about the same age as master. She looked you over and said, "She'll do just fine. But why the diaper?" When master explained it she seemed to understand. They gave you stuff that tasted good and then about an hour later you felt the feeling again in your lower area. This time you walked up to master and tapped him. He told you one second and explained that he was talking to a new slave. You waited but the feeling began hurting you. You walked up to the mistress and asked what a toilet was. she showed you and helped you to learn to use it, which was easier than using the puffy thing. That night they did another thing with you, sex. It felt good and you wanted more, but you didn't get anymore sex until...
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