The Love Slaves

This it the run-down of this story. An alternate universe like our time the characters of FFVII are different. Different history and story, so bad guys could be good guys and good guys bad.

Sephiroth is an ex-soldier (I mean our sort, not the Shinra sought) working at his fathers multi-million gil company Valentine Inc (I haven't decided what it does yet and would appreciate any suggestions. You'll receive credit, but it must be something good and military, they are trying to shut down Shinra corps). Sephiroth lives with his adopted son Zack whom he found on the street as an child.

Shinra Corps exists, (no Rufus DOES NOT run it) but they are an illegal company dealing with black market things, such as kidnapping, assassinations, enhanced soldiers, organ selling and human experimentation. And slaves, or more specifically sexual slaves, in fact that's where most the kidnapped victims go.

Somethings are the same however, like gil, the names of and towns, materia, sword fighting and some other small things.

~***************************************~

One dark moonlit night I was waiting on a train platform for the next train to get home. I was nervous because of the rumors of all the kidnapped from here around my age, both men and women and I was frightened, wishing for the train to hurry.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and spun, keys in hand and ready as a weapon. “Woah” a handsome young man said from behind me, raising his hands defensively to show he was unarmed “I only came to ask if you knew the time of the next train.”

“Where are you headed?” I asked suspiciously, looking for any sign of a threat. He was tall and thin, willowy form but I saw the muscle of someone who kept very good care of his body, a swimmer or sportsman perhaps. His hair was an shoulder-length straight silver blond-different to my own golden blond-and his eyes were the most intense green I had ever seen, sparkling friendly without any visible hidden agenda. “I have a flat near the station.” He answered my question “In Nibelheim.”

“Me too” I said in surprise.
“Wow” he laughed “maybe we’re neighbors.”

“Maybe” I said, finding this small similarity caused me to relax more, becoming less of a potential threat. We continued to talk pleasantly and it was then he told me his name was Yazoo, so even after the train arrived, picked us up and dropped us off at our stop we continued to talk. Then he offered to walk me home.

At first I was reluctant, but I felt I could trust him that far so consented.
A big mistake.

A safe distance from the station and only busy road I felt his hand rest on my hip lightly, slowly move up and before I could react his hand clamped over my mouth. I tried to fight, to scream, but he was incredibly strong for his form and I felt the sudden prick on my arm and my strength, then consciousness, failed me.


Hours later I slowly came too.

My first sensation was of being spread-eagle. My second was of being bound around the wrists and ankles, something pressed to my mouth and between my lips. My third was of laying on something soft but firm. I looked down at myself slowly to find I had been tied and gagged spread-eagle to a bed, naked but a single thin sheet pulled up over me.

Across from my four-posted bed was an steel door, which suddenly opened and the young man entered, leading another only in jeans. The man in jeans was large and muscular, paled skin like my kidnapper but his silver-pale hair was in an Mohawk instead. He followed my kidnapper to my side where he threw back my sheet, reveling me to the other and then stepping away. The other man came forward, looking me over with critical eyes before finally speaking to him “good work. Young, trim body, cock a little bit too big for his shape, but some of our clients like that. Leave us.’

“Yes boss” he grinned and turned, closing and locking the door behind him. I had no escape.

The man climbed onto the bed between my legs, lowering his wide mouth to the sensitive inner of my thighs, sucking and licking and gently nibbling as he slowly made his way upwards. With a flick of his wrist my gag was gone, but I had neither the will nor breath to call for help as he shoved his face deep to me and stuck a surprisingly long tongue up inside me. I could do nothing, bound as I was, but moan and gasp and squirm, fighting my pleasure. This was rape, not some kinky lover.

But my body said otherwise. Had they given me something to make me receptive? Was it an side-affect of the knock-out drug they had given me?

He taunted me there for a while, then moved up, lips and tongue closing, without hesitation, around my cock, sucking it deep and hard in the back of his throat while that narrow tunnel convulsed around me, stroking like fingers and his tongue. I couldn’t beg or protest, breathless with reluctant pleasure and my orgasm, barreling down on me like a freight train.

I came like I had never done before, screaming, body tense as a bow-string and jerking down his throat in an never-ending flood.
But then of course it HAD been three years since I last had sex or slept with anyone.

He swallowed every drop, moving back up my panting body, my wetness shinning on his mouth, chin and nose as he took my pecks-the left in his mouth, and sucked vigorously, then to the other and then back again.

Suddenly he stopped and sat back, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping himself, opening his pants long enough to poke out, risen to full and hard attention, letting me see it before ceasing my hips and lunging forward and to the hilt. “Oh god no!” I cried in terror and horror, pierced by a sharp cry of pain as he penetrated me.

His erect lust was a huge metal pole, thick as a tree trunk, the balls gone and thick copper wires with tiny clamps on the end of each.
While he sucked my neck the clamps latched to my opening and the muscle there. Then he began to drive into me, so hard my head struck the headboard each time he moved, his rock-like steel lust cold as ice inside me and it wasn’t long before I felt something wet trickling down from there, wailing in horror when I realized it was blood.

I didn’t care who or what heard me, I screamed, I cried and I begged, frightened by the smell of my own blood and the heat growing inside me, but he didn’t stop or even slow down, only drove more and more abusively inside me. Pleasure and pain tore through me, each as powerful as the other, sucking my neck harder and his lust slowly heating up inside me.

Slowly, finally, he started making little noises of desperation as he neared his peak. Suddenly he gave one long gasp and electricity coursed through me, causing me agony, increasing the longer he continued to pound in me. “Please!” I begged, “stop it! I can’t take it!! Oh god the pain!!”

But for hours it continued, the pain and his pounding, the heat, the electricity entering my through his lust and the clamps, until he finally said “on one condition.”

“Please! Anything!!”
“Swear on your life to be ours.”
“Anything!!”

“Submit your body to anyone or thing we want, WHEN we want, HOW we want and with complete willingness AND total enjoyment or you will feel my cock inside you again, punishing you. Only next time I won’t go so easy on you, I shall step up the power until you die from pleasure and pain.”

“Anything! Please stop! I’ll do what you want! I won’t disobey, just stop!!” I sobbed in agony.
“SWEAR IT!!” he pierced me fully, all his weight behind it.
“I swear! I swear it!!” I screamed.

He didn’t stop, only continued to ram into me, electricity coursing through me, until half an painstaking hour later, when the power slowly faded, he drove a few more times as an reminder and then he left me, sobbing brokenly in pain and humiliation, my body sore and still throbbing with the after-affects, his and my sweat drying on my body.


Two hours later my kidnapper, Yazoo (if that was even his real name) entered with a tray of food and vitamins. Unmoved by my emotional pleas and threats, my begging, he forced me to eat it all and then started to run not-so-gentle hands over my naked body, biting my pecks, sucking my balls, rubbing my opening hard, sticking a finger sharply up inside me and moving it in and out, then as I cried out in pain he forced his entire fist up inside me, eyes wide in lust and arousal, the first taste of the violators I would soon come to love.

He leaned over and forced his tongue in my mouth, lips pressed cruelly to mine.
And I realized something.

This was a test, a test to see if I would yeld, or be forced to endure that man again. So, when he released my mouth I moaned “oh yeah! Oh harder! Oh do me!” and writhed under him, my hips pumping over his hand and sucking his tongue when he thrust it back in my mouth, even though I hurt more than the one before me and started bleeding again. He grew more urgent and soon came in his pants, stumbling back, eyes wide in release, then managed to recover, grab the tray and say “later,” as he left, slamming and locking the door behind him.


Hours later Two men entered the room, one shorter than my kidnapper and about an year younger with his silver-blonde hair cut short to frame his face and one with short brown hair. They untied me and, with professional expressions, turned me over, trapped me to the bed on my stomach, and I cried out in pain when something heavy and huge, cold and hard was thrust up inside my ass all the way to the hilt, something long and thin hanging down and outside, running along my legs.

At first I feared one of them had entered me, then I was pulled back, forced onto an cold metal gurney and bound to it, heavy and cold metal clamps were put on my pecks, head clamped into place, eyelids taped open and pushed out of the room. We traveled down long plain white painted corridors, doors on either side of me where I could hear cries of pain and horror, grunts of pleasure and even calls of lust and submission.

The two pushed me into a large sterile-looking room next, some empty gurneys littering the room and others that terrified me into fighting unconsciously against my bonds.

Across from where the two were currently locking my table to the floor was five naked men, all with wires running out from under their buttocks, clamps over their pecks and heads clamped into place. But what terrified me was two things, first was the head sets around their heads, completely covering their eyes, ears and nose and something thick over and around their mouths, the second was the fact each was filled with tubes and were cut open in areas most private, the men in their cock and chest with even sight of the flesh and muscle on either side of their rectum around the vibrators raw while they twitched and moaned around the metal object.

“Nooo” I moaned as the two left me and another figure approached thin and geeky with long dark hair tied behind him and large rounded glasses. As he got closer my panic raised, higher and higher, causing me to struggle frantically against the bonds, the sensation of the vibrator lost on me as I ignored everything but the need to escape, to not be cut open and exposed like that.

I even ignored his commands to calm and continued to panic and try to escape, but it was useless and soon the two who had brought me in returned and held me still while the doctor, I could only describe him as an doctor, prepared an needle, ignoring my begs and pleading not to touch or hurt me.

But soon everything was fading, fading into a world of pure feeling, the feeling of something moving inside me, of the feel of fingers against the flesh of my legs and butt cheeks as the vibrator was thrust hard inside me, jamming again and again against that one spot that caused me to want to writhe violently and cry out but was helpless to do so.

Something was placed over my eyes, a kind of large surround sound screen, head phones over my ears, then something forced my mouth open wide and I chocked as it slid down my throat far, until I realized that there was more than the usual oxygen being forced down my nose and I spent a few minutes concentrating on just breathing that way. Soon it became easier.

A picture soon appeared on the screen, the head phones on, the sound surrounding me. A man was there, naked, looking at me with lustful eyes, speaking huskily in arousal “you’re mine, slave. Come here and pleasure me, make me stiff, make me stand up, make my cock erect.”

“Yes my master.” A pair of hands and arms reached out, in line with my body, surrounding him as Ihe, leaned over to suck his pecks. His moans surrounded me. “Now my cock slave.”

“Yes master.”

The picture drew back, the face lowering and the mouth surrounding it, the thing in my mouth vibrating as the member slid in and out wetly. When the man reached out to play with my points, the clamps started to react, pressing hard and grinding over them whenever he did, finally the man sitting on a chair and pulling mehim down over him.

Immediately the vibrator inside me came to life, one hard jerk and then sticking me, moving inside me in time and exact hardness of the man.


For long hours I was left here to suffer this, until despite myself I started to learn, reacting properly, getting aroused quicker and easier, moving over the tight, cold and unrelenting vibrators inside me whenever I wasn’t drugged. I felt the tugging on my body, the flashes of agony and burning, pain and I even occasionally heard their talking to the doctor called Hojo every now and then when the head phones slipped. But Iwe were sucking the other vigorously, moaning at the clamps on my pecks and every time the man on the screen came, whether mouth or ass, the vibrator would spray something inside me, hot and long, tasting like a drug.

I grew to be a little more than an light bulb then, aroused instantly, heating quickly and horny and lustful as hell, learning all my lines and desperate for a real man to fuck me. Through the picture I learnt love making from around the planet, bondage, BDSM, every type of sex and submission possible and even how to submit to the most violent of techniques.


Then, what could only be days later, my bonds loosened and dropped from me. Instead of trying to escape I moaned in joy and rose, turning so my backside was in the air, sucking the other desperately, in complete horny heaven when I hadn’t, until now, liked anal sex.

Suddenly the picture and sound stopped, But I didn’t care, I threw the head phones from me and continued, my hand constantly gripped around my own cock, moaning and gasping, crying out as orgasm after orgasm after orgasm tore threw me, loving the taste that pumped into my mouth or entrance at certain intervals. A sudden familiar voice spoke behind me “slave, stop.”

Rather reluctantly I did, turning to find the metal cock Mohawk man standing in the doorway. “On your back on the bed, lay still, spread. Don’t move until I say so.” I obeyed, wishing to god he’d fuck me. I didn’t care about the pain and electricity anymore, as long as I could feel that thing inside me, ramming me, hurting me. Instead he only took the screen, clamps, leaving the vibrator to pump the liquid into me, throbbing violently, making sure I stayed hot.

Then I was left alone.

For a few hours I moaned and writhed around the anal vibrator, squeezing my balls, unable to help myself, coming again and again. Then my kidnapper returned with food and more pills, a glass of water to wash it down with and told me to eat. So I did. While I did he teased my body with his rough hands, making me even more aroused.

When I had finished and put the tray aside he commanded me onto my back and yanked out the anal vibrator with one hard pull, I was disappointed, but grabbed him and pulled him onto me and the bed. He came willingly and I was overjoyed, finally someone would fuck me! Wasn’t that my purpose for existing, to fuck and be fucked?

I stripped him completely, desperately, moaning in joy and anticipation at the sight of his huge erect member, almost bent in half and covered with what looked like warts, one huge one at the top, no wonder he hadn’t fucked me yet! I didn’t care what it looked like, I pressed my mouth to his for a lustful suck of his thick tongue as he squeezed my cock so hard I cried out. Forcing his mouth away from mine he looked at me in the eyes and said “on your hands and knees slave. Stay still.”

I did as ordered.

I felt him behind me, hands on my hips, his member touching me, then.... “No” he flipped me onto my back and went on “I want to see your face while I honor you with my cock.” I purred in lust and lifted my ass up to him in offering. He yanked my legs apart as far as they would go, ceased my hips and plunged his pole of unquenchable rancor into my already randy passage of need, as deep as it would go. And to my shock he slid in easy, I didn’t remember being prepared before.

I cried out in joy as it fully penetrated me.

“I have wanted to do this for three weeks” he grunted as he filled me “you were so bloody needing, so bloody hot for it, I could barely control myself. Now I’m gonna fuck you, I’m gonna fuck your blond brains out!!” He began to do so, at first only butting in me, then, as he grew more lustful, driving his rock-like cock in and out of me, hands pitilessly moving me over him, the warts scratching my insides and causing me pain and lustful pleasure.

I could barely stay still for my own pleasure, moaning and crying out in my need, my hands gripping my opening wider to deeper his penetration. He suddenly leaned over me, trapping my arms under me as he lay on top of me, using the headboard to aid his movements deeper and harder.

I took his pecks one after the other into my mouth, sucking vigorously as he hammered into me, grunting with each drive, speaking as he did “I’m fucking you, you bitch! You’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t!” I didn’t want him to stop and told him so, I wanted him violent and tough “Harder! Harder! Fuck me!!” He groaned loudly in response and sat back again, driving into me deeper and deeper yet, yanking me back over him, my ass soon ringing in pain, but it only stoked my lust higher and higher.

Finally he began to speed up, grunting louder, until he suddenly cried “oh yeah baby!” pierced me one more time and sprayed deep and hot inside me, his cry of pleasure echoing mine as I too came.

He lay still for a minute and then climbed off me to my disappointment, starting to dress, trying to force his still erect and throbbing lust into his pants, grinning at my sweat-slicked body, come shinning between my thighs, the sheet under me and dripping out of my ass, and was pleased. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow night” he grinned, grabbing my tray, then thrust the anal vibrator back inside me, my cry of pleasure loud with the pain of the hot fake cock inside me again.

“So am I, master” I purred, masturbating in front of him until I came, writhing around the pumping cock again, showing him the come on my fingers and seductively sucking it off. “Stop that!” he snapped, coming in his pants again and I wished he’d make me suck it away from the material, then fuck me again. But I obeyed.

“Save it for later” he grinned and he left me.

But I never felt his cock again. Not long after he left me the metal-member and another turned up. The metal-member man spoke to me “show us you’re worthy of our bodies, a worthy buy to our clients.” I went to the man with red hair in jeans and an tall muscular frame and kissed him full on the mouth, sucking his tongue greedily, my mouth wide to accept his big tongue, sucking it, rubbing his chest, arms and member through his clothes. Without stopping I unbuttoned his jeans and reached in, rubbing him.

At his second groan I lead him to the bed, now dry from sweat and my kidnappers and my own come, that same come now dry on my inner thighs and my cunt. I helped him free of his underpants, leaving his jeans up, and knelt in front of him, slowly closing my mouth around the member, beginning to suck inwards, gripping his hips as I did.

When he was fully erect I let go and stood, going to tip-toe so I could lower myself onto it, slowly, inch by inch, clenching my muscles around him, moaning long and hard, holding myself there, my backside raised and spread to keep him inside me, awaiting my orders.

Then I started to twist down onto him as he thrust into me, hard, fast.

He soon came deep inside me and I cried out as well, clenching myself around him for long seconds to hold his come inside me. Then I realized him when he ordered and the man lead me away, outside to a van, pushing me into the back. He then got inside and behind me after closing the doors, ordering me to stand against the wall with my back and not to move, snapping “face the front and look up!!”

I obeyed and he kept me there by a knee pressed to my cock, and although this aroused me I obeyed.

He grabbed something from the wall nearby and brought it towards me, and all I saw was an metal collar before the cold steel surrounded my neck tightly, tight enough so I couldn’t loosen or pull it off, but not to choke me. He locked it closed with a built in number lock and padlock, I couldn’t see the code, next was something that looked like an small metal ring, also with an padlock attached to two thin chains of fine but obviously strong metal-not link.

His hand went down to grasp my cock, causing me to gasp loudly but not for long as the ring was clicked in place around it, under my balls painfully, again number-locked into place. Then I was turned and thrust on my hands and knees, butt up in the air so the first chain could be pulled around under me and upwards. Moving one of my cheeks aside to reveal my wanting hole he pressed the chain to the flesh, along my tailbone and up my spine to my neck and locking the other end to the collar. He then did it on the other side.

That meant now my hole was open to whoever and whatever they wished.

I was then raised and placed up against the wall again so he could then clip a leash to it, tying the other end to the side of the van wall. He then let me go and I found the leash gave me only a wide berth of the back of the van, but not so I could reach the doors.

He ordered me to thrill him.

I pulled his pants down again and helped him to fullness again, sucking him greedily. He groaned and pushed me away from him, ordering me to hands and knees. I did so and he knelt behind me, forcing his hugely erect and throbbing cock into my open and waiting ass roughly, pumping furiously inside my tight tunnel, taking longer to come than before. When he finally finished he drew out and pulled his pants up, zipping himself and I noticed the van was moving. I was ordered to stay in that position as he left me, going to the front.


For hours I stayed that way, expecting, no yearning, for someone to enter me with their cock and use me. When no one did I used one hand to feel myself, stroking my balls and opening, thrusting my own hand inside me, thrusting in and out roughly with it until I came, hard and strong.


About five or six hours later the van stopped and the back doors opened, I was still on hands and knees like the good little sex-slave I was. My leash was unclipped from the wall and I was lead into a warehouse like a dog, on my hands and knees, crawling. I was taken to a large room and tied spread-eagle to the floor.

The hair between my legs was shaved off, my leash was removed, so were the chains but the collar and cock-ring remained. Across from me in the floor was an open steel pit, a hot fire burning inside, the wooden ends of three metal animal brands sticking out and something small and round. The man approached me and I was immediately aroused by the sight of his colossal size and thickness, wanting him and moaning in need. He spoke to me as he adjusted the brands in the fire “what is your purpose?”

“To please” I answered seductively “to please my owners even if it means injury or agony to me. Nothing else matters but what they want me to do, nothing.”

“Good” he nodded “and what if I told you to thrill me, but I’m harder to come?”
“As long as it takes” I answered huskily, moving my body as much as I could and seductively in my bonds.

“And if I brought some friends?”
“The more the better.”
“Excellent.”

The man drew out a red-hot brand from the fire and approached me. I saw it was a small star, but my attention was seized by his huge erect and throbbing member. He used one hand to help his cock roughly into me and told me not to move. I obeyed until he placed the red-hot brand onto the right side of my chest, the nipple in the center of the star. Then I cried out in agony and struggled against the bonds, even his member, until the man snapped “stop it!” and slammed into me a few times.

Sobbing in agony and horror I laid still.

There was a loud sizzling sound, the smell of burnt flesh, and he didn’t move or remove it until the metal was no longer so hot. Then he reached back and replaced it in the fire.

He then replaced it and moved inside me violently, going on longer then TEN of the Mohawk metal member man’s orgasms and picked up a full moon, pulled out and shoved himself inside my mouth while he placed it on the sensitive skin of my inner-left thigh. This time I tried to concentrate solely on his cock inside me, not the pain.

He then pumped in my mouth, picking up the last one, backwards words with an arrow pointing down, and placed it between my legs, over my buttocks in the exact center, just over the tailbone. I moaned and sucked him in pleasure, taking him fully in my mouth, his cock wet with my fluids, although I don’t still know where they came from.

While he moved in my mouth he grabbed the last brand, all without stopping his hurried thrusting. As I sucked I could taste the beginnings of his orgasm, the creamy fluid seeping out to be sucked up and swallowed by my hungry and needing mouth. “Stop” he said suddenly and I instantly did, waiting. He leaned back slightly, his balls on my nose, but neither the agony from the burnt skin or the shortness of breath could make me move, the conditioning was so deep.

He groaned loudly, thrusting in my mouth violently as he increased his rhythm, still not coming, thrusting so violently it would have been rape. His thrusts were hard, desperate and lustful and I enjoyed the taste and the need, sucking harder and more desperate, wanting the flood of liquid more than anything I had ever wanted in my past, I needed it like a drug, the come was a drug, I needed it and the pleasure desperately.

He reached for the last object.

This one was simply a thin and round small rod, the entire metal red-hot. He sped his rhythm up, thrusting harder and faster as he grasped my fully erect throbbing cock, touching this one to the slit in the head, thrusting it up all the way inside me with one hard push. His huge balls and cock muffled my scream of agony as I felt the scalding metal drying out my wetness and burning the inside severely.

When he came in my mouth I swallowed at his command, tears of pain in my eyes, and I was told to start sucking again, he wanted to feel again and when I couldn’t he moved back into me. Quickly, painfully I did, trying to concentrate on it.

“I love this part” he grinned sarcastically and started to thrust. Moving in me was murder and he was hard and vicious and before I knew it he was back in my mouth, before thrusting a hot thing into me. He sped up, ordering me to move and suck. I did, matching his increasing speed and hardness, him moving the thing in me. When he had come again he climbed off me.

He left me and I kept moving, even when some others came in, taping the object in place, untying me and leading me to another room, in a booth like room with a curtain instead of an door, locking my leash to the wall. The room was full of moaning, groaning and gasps of lust and desire, pleasure and ecstasy, but more dominate was the lust, I could even smell it and it seriously arousing me.

I was in one of the booths labeled “New Arrival, Head and Anal only” and before long a man entered my booth, naked and huge, and I recognized the Brand-man.

“You are now an Sex Slave for sale by Shin-Ra’s Sexual Services branch. We will put you through direct training when your cock has completed it’s adjustment so to ensure your full and up most performance to your capabilities of your new owner. You will learn to fight, to ensure if the situation requires it, to protect your master, to the death.”

I nodded at this, understanding it.

“When you were conditioned our top scientific mind enhanced your body, allowing for you to withstand any punishment short of decapitation or destroying your brain, essentially you are now immortal.

He installed a new model lubrication unit. It works like a woman’s natural lubrication, ensuring there is no longer need for artificial lube. You will now produce it naturally, or, if your master desire’s it, no lubricate at all. You will also be able to manipulate all your rectum muscles, either tightening them to allow your owners pleasure of a tight fuck, or a more smooth and perfect fit.

You no longer need to eat or drink, although you can, you will survive on eating come and spunk from your master and owner, without it you will starve, although never die from that either, but it will hurt. You no longer need to produce sperm or come, to come without your master’s permission or want will cause you pain and be defying your purpose.”

“I understand.”

“Do you know about piercings?” He asked and I nodded “yes master, one of my friends had an Prince Albert and a few others.”
“Do you know why we assured no scarring from your enhancements but you have been given no piercings?”

“Yes master. I must seem like a fresh and pure slave so my new owner and master can mark me as he or she sees fit, including his own mark of ownership.”

“That is correct. That is why when you go through your bondage and pain threshold training you will not be scarred or marked, your enhancements will allow accelerated healing and less scarring, allowing your master to use you more often without having to worry about recovery time. Your brands will fade within twelve months time to ensure freshness.

“You don’t need to reproduce any longer, but in case of such as your master wishing for such, he has only to bring you back to us for an brief operation in which an mock womb you were implanted with will be activated and reproduction allow. However only one or two of the hundreds sold have ever asked for this option. Thanks to your new enhancements you will learn faster than a normal human allowing the training to be quicker than usual and to be faster for you to be sold.

In eleven and an half months time a large group of our finest, richest and most dedicated clients will come here to an expo to choose and buy a slave. You may be one of the lucky ones. It will be a ‘try before you buy’ and we have some very picky clients. Thanks to the drug Mako, the one we used to create you they will have plenty of energy. Who knows, maybe you’ll be brought by someone who likes nothing better than to savage an struggling wanting body, to hurt them as much as they can. You would like that, wouldn’t you.”

In answer I moaned and moved my muscles faster, wanting it NOW.

“Not now” the man said, letting me momentarily take him in my mouth and suck greedily “While the device is sterilizing you, you will do only head jobs or anal. Before the expo one of us will test you again and see how much you improve and want it. We will then remove the device. If your head jobs and anal is exceptional by tonight I will remove it and reward you, understand?”

I nodded and he left me.


A few minutes later a naked teenager, about seventeen, with a shy face, glasses, blond hair tied back behind him and a large but soft member, too large for his age, entered my booth, eying my body lustfully as he started to rise. I motioned him to me and he lay down on the cushions on his back, eying my entrance and erect cock in want. He wanted to feel them but was to shy, he was barely brave enough for this.

I got on my hands and knees between his legs, device making my cock stick out far from my body, and rubbed him to full erectness. He moaned and continued to watch my balls so I turned around slightly, letting him take them while I lowered my mouth to him, gripping his hips, pulling him into my mouth fully, sucking greedily, tickling the head with the tip of my tongue, then pushing it into the tight little opening, trying to force it down inside.

He gasped and abandoned my breasts, thrusting his hips up, grinding them roughly into my mouth, trying to bury himself completely into my throat, unable to do more, moaning and gasping in pleasure, and I swallowed the liquid, drew back slowly and offered him a needle with the lust-drug the brand man had left.

He agreed and I injected it into his sack.

Then I was rubbing him again, he gasped and became upright, and I covered it with my mouth again, sucking until he came a second time. Then I offered him my ass. With a moan he pushed himself into my behind, and I gave a thin moan of pleasure. With a fierce grip on my hips he started to move inside me, deeply, moaning and abandoning control for the pleasure streaking through him.

He was with me all night and day and then the brand man “excellent for your first day, lay down, legs wide apart.”

I did so and he entered me with his enormous and pulsing cock, thrusting it up all the way into me with one hard and rough stroke and then saying “legs locked around my waist.” I obeyed and he continued “feet together and squeeze hard with your muscles, as hard as you can.”

When I obeyed he groaned loudly.

Another man entered, and another, and one tied my ankles together, around the brand-man hips, and then left, the other knelt beside my head so I could help him to erectness, then sat on my chest, so I could take him again. I lifted my head a little, gripping his buttocks and sucking him in fully while the brand man thrust into me from below.

“Rape or make love?” the man asked me and I drew back from the tasty cock only long enough to say “rape” before taking it again, reluctant to loose the taste or arousal for longer than a few seconds.

Accordingly his thrusts became violent, deep, vicious and hard, the one I was sucking knelt beside my neck and thrust his hips forward, trying to bury himself deep into me, my body screaming in lust and my moans echoing them and I knew these two would take a long time to come.

As they neared their peak they moved cruelly in and on me, suddenly shooting their loads, but obviously had taken the mako because both were erect a few seconds later and more violent than before and I loved every minute of it. I spent all night with them and when they left me in the morning, disappointed to see them leave, the brand man let me suck him for a few seconds as a farewell-or maybe future promise.

I hoped so.

I spent all day with a huge member man, giving him greedy head-jobs and anal fucked enough to make anyone sore or exhausted. But to me it was all the energy I needed and all the come was all the food I needed. He left me at sunset and the brand man returned to my excitement.

“Well done, now is time for the training. For the next eleven months you will learn how to fight and become the perfect slave, the perfect sub and lover. The device shall remain the entire time, both to train you to move around and do normal activities with your cock stuffed and to allow it fully do its purpose.”

“Master” I said timidly “how shall I go to the toilet with it inside? It will block anything coming out.”

“You will not need to do such a thing, at least until you eat normal food. Your digestive system has been adapted and some parts removed to accept come and seed as your food, it will take what you need and there will be no need for bathroom trips, it will only interfere with your duties and purpose. Once it is removed it will be up too your master to determine what you eat or if he will deprive you of your energy.”

I shuddered in horror at the thought, Gaia forbid, my master take his come away from me.
“Now, follow me, your training shall begin.”

Rising to my knees and then to my feet I followed the red head, listening to his description of my new routine, shooting lessons, sword fighting and different sex classes, everything from head and hand jobs to penetration, massage classes to bondage and beatings. During classes and even in classes I would be submitting to the teachers and living off their come and that I wouldn’t have to worry about them being dry before my turn, each teacher was also enhanced and produce an almost endless supply of get. It was the company’s way of controlling them. We would be learning to dominate anyone, but only if it was my masters wish, there would be limits to what we would be allowed.


My first class was two hours later, head jobs.

Sitting at the chair I looked to my left when I felt someone watching me. Sitting there was an pale red headed green eyed figure, grinning at me before leaning over to whisper “hi, I’m Reno. What’s your name yo?”

“Cloud” I said back “where are you from?”

“Lower plate” he grinned, finger tracing the two red marks either side of his eyes “tribal marks. My family sold me to Shin-Ra because we were poor and I was too much trouble for them to handle” he smiled serenely “now I’m gonna learn how to be an sex slave and please my master, I’m so happy yo.”

“I know” I echoed, both of us turning to the front of the classroom to give our full attention to our teacher.

When we had to show our oral technique I was happy to find I was chosen to suck off Reno, who seemed overjoyed at the idea of my lips around his cock. Even though it meant no come. Later on we discovered we were new roommates, overjoyed and we spent endless nights talking about what we wanted our dream master to be like, how he would look, how he would fuck us and how much it would excite us and how we would be happy under him for the rest of our lives.

The gun shooting course I was average in, the sword fighting was ‘above average’, the bondage and pain training was extremely difficult but necessary and I passed but the sex training, the sex training I excelled at, it WAS my purpose to exist after all.

And then, after eleven months, we were ready for sale.

The night before Reno and I in our room spent the entire time sucking each other and fucking each other, enjoying the others body while we had the chance.

~***************************************~