The Love Slaves

The brown haired dignified man on stage spoke again “the trails are officially over, anyone still fucking or testing, you have ten minutes to finish up and approach the floor after cleaning up.” While the ten minutes went by, men came into my and Reno’s booths, clinically cleaning us of all semen and sweat with scented soapy water, brushing our teeth and giving us enema’s to clean all traces of previous men’s cum, making us fresh and clean for our new masters.

Reno and I exchanged looks as they left us and the man spoke again. “Next section is the auction. You each nominated the slave or slaves you would like to bid on, feel free to bid on whoever interests you, however bidding will start on the highest bid put down. Female slaves are first, then males, all in order of age-lowest to highest.”

Since the females didn’t interest me, Reno and I talked in low tones, swapping stories on our many potential masters, only to look up half an hour later at the mention of my hometown.

Tifa was there, naked and obviously used, excited about being sold.

She was soon sold for an enormous amount to a tough-looking woman with shortly-cut blond hair, and younger teen aged Wutain by her side, her daughter I guessed.


It took close to five hours for the number of females being sold to drop off and they started pulling small lots of the males away, to get ready. And to my sadness, Reno was among them. I was grieved to see him go, those usually dancing mischievous but obedient green eyes sad on mine.

I gave him a small smile as he was pulled away, a smile of farewell and good luck.
He returned it with a small sniff.

I got the idea and let him go, not jealous as might be the right sort of emotion for this situation. Instead I was happy for him, he would be sold and with his master a lot sooner than me. I had no right to be jealous, we were just slaves and lived for our masters whims and sex, after all.

The last of the females tapered off within the next hour and the males were brought in.


Reno was number sixteen taken up and even though he was knelt in the submissive position I saw his eyes under his hair constantly wavering between me and the bidders, searching in hope. And when a dark smooth voice called out a bid, he jerked in surprise and the most desperate and agonizingly hopeful eyes set on me, just begging, as if he thought I could influence the outcome.

When the auctioneer banged his gavel and it became obvious that the owner of the voice had won, the look of pure elation and delight on his face was the last thing I saw before he was lead away.

He was almost skipping.

With Reno and Tifa gone I had no more interest in the sales, so contented myself with looking around me, bored, awaiting my group to be brought out and up.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, my leash was released from the wall and I was lead down more corridors until we curved around and ended going up one or two stairs to the stage.

I was the fifty-fifth to be sold, and to my joy it was to my favorite, the first rapist, the silver haired tall man!

I was so excited as he lead me outside to his car by my leash, attaching it to the side of the car, commanding me to lay on the floor and covering me with a rug, head to feet, commanding me to lay still and curled on the passenger side in the front.

I obeyed, staying motionless while he dressed and slid into the drivers seat, starting the car, driving out, then spoke to me “slave.”
“Yes master?” I looked up at him.

As answer to my query he unzipped himself, ceased my head with one hand and plunged my mouth down around him, hard, his grip like a steel band and keeping me there. With a moan of joy I took him into my mouth greedily, sucking it excitedly while he gripped the wheel and drove, moaning. If I slowed or drew off slightly he would cease my head and force it back, faster and callously, grunting as my hot lips and tongue touched his erect and huge cock.

Soon he grunted loudly and exploded in my mouth in a flood of his rich juice, almost driving off the road as he grabbed my head and forced it fully down around him, his load blasting into the back of my throat, choking me for a minute on the taste and depth it reached.

I continued to suck greedily at him while he drove, keeping him full of lust and rigid, until he could take it no longer, pulled up on a deserted road and proceed to rape me on the floor of his car. I gave him his wanted cries, struggles as he cried “I’m fucking you, I’m fucking you, you’re fucked bitch!” as he pounded and I cried out, wanting it, and him inside me, forever.


He must have had some lust-drug left in his system for when he had come again he pushed me out of the car and onto the road there, the hard rocky surface biting into my back as he pushed my onto my side and lifted one leg, sliding into my ass, maliciously harassing me from behind, invading my hole, hips colliding with mine violently, lustful torment at my violated constricted rear opening screaming through me, causing me to cry out louder, real suffering in my voice as well as joy, but the pain in my voice only motivating him on more cruelly, more swiftly.

I struggled and screamed as he violated me, on and on until he could pound no more. With one last ram, pushing his cock up inside me as far as he could go, and ever further as he used his entire weight to bury himself inside me, he climaxed inside me, my feeble cries of cum echoing him. Then he pulled me back into the car and drove again, leaving me on the floor under the blanket, almost forgotten and ignored.


After a few hours of silent driving my new master finally spoke out, startling me “with luck and traffic we should reach there in a couple of days.”

“There, master?”
“Home” he looked a little uncomfortable “and don’t call me master.”

“But it is appropriate master.”
“Yes but it is incorrect. I am not your master, just your buyer, call me sir.”

This intrigued me but also disappointed me slightly “you brought me for another?” and when he nodded I asked “who may I ask, sir?”

“No you may not, just drop it” his voice was cold and hard, definitely terrifying. This was the voice of someone who had killed, and killed without remorse, but clipped and authoritative, perhaps military or ex-military, some sort of law enforcement.

I cringed “yes sir” and became quiet.


We traveled for hours on the roads, sometimes through fields, sometimes through forests, desert planes and even mountains. Towards dawn we slowed near the outskirts of a small village, stopping just outside so my buyer could clean me up with wet paper towels and unclip my leash from my collar while I dressed in the clothes he had previously handed me.

The high collar on the shirt hid my metal one, the clothes thick to hide the fading burn-brands and minor scars from my enhancements.

While brushing my short spiky hair out of any dirt and dry flaky cum missed my buyer spoke to me “the people of this town do not know nor would they understand what you are. But we need fuel for the car and food, so for the time we are here you are my respectful and obedient son. If, by the time we stop for the night, you are successful in fooling those around you, I will chain you up and fuck you though the motel room floor.

If you are REALLY good I’ll put a cock-ring on you and give you a pain-orgasm.” My eyes widened in joy & unadulterated lust, how did he possibly know I was such a pain freak?

"It was in your profile I read between the trials and auction. They watch you to see what exactly you respond to more and less. They don't just sell you slaves without info on or to the buyers. If they don't make sure you are matched right before being sold, they risk disgruntled customers, returns and refunds, or worse."

I shuddered when I realized what he was talking about as worse, like some slave made for love-making being tortured by a bondage master who tries to break his slaves spirit & then inevitably kills him\her. Grooming over, newly dressed and ‘clean’ I followed my buyer back to the vehicle and this time sat in the front passenger seat while he drove into the town.

We arrived first at the fuelling station and I opened the panel in the side of the car to obediently place the nozzle inside while my buyer went inside to look for something. I had been keeping the nozzle in the hole, trigger suppressed when something happened. It started with a small shy voice by my side, female and very young. "Hi."

I looked down & on my right was an child of about six or seven, long flowing brown hair, wearing a pretty blue dress and clutching a bright yellow chocobo chick to her chest. Once she saw she had my full attention she smiled shyly and spoke again to me. "Hi, my name's Marlene, what's yours?"

"Cloud" I said, then frowned "you shouldn't talk to strangers like this, it's dangerous, Marlene."

"No it's not, silly!" she laughed at me, "my daddy's right there and he owns this place, I live here!" and she motioned at the tall muscular black man behind the counter, currently talking to my buyer while he motioned with one human and one artificial hand. "It's still dangerous, love" I found myself saying, I had no idea why, but the thought of this child being kidnapped or worse or even going through what I had, it terrified me. The little girl sighed as if sick of trying to explain it and changed the subject "are you a chocobo?"

This came to me as something oddly funny to say & I looked at her in shock and confusion "what made you say that?"

"Your hair silly, it looks just like Reds!" I looked down at the chocobo in her arms with a frown, it did NOT look like that thing! "It's cute" she giggled. "Marlene!" came a call from a female voice behind the shop "I thought I told you to stop hassling customers." The child giggled & called "coming mother!" and skipped off, leaving me to continue my job alone.

I couldn't have been working longer than a few minutes when I became aware of something strange, a familiar voice calling "Red! Red come back here! You naughty boy, come back!"

And I looked up in time to see little Marlene running directly onto the main road, chasing her pet.
Directly into speeding traffic.

I don't remember how it happened or when I first moved but before I knew it, I was across the other side of the car, using all the speed in my enhanced body to catch up before something happened. In slow-motion I saw the chick stop in the road, long enough for the child to catch it up then, hearing the car-horn blaring, she froze and looked towards it.

'I'm not gonna make it,' I thought in horror as I put on all the speed my body could manage, reaching the child and with no other thought I snatched her up & kept going to the other side. Barely I noticed a sear of pain on my left side but it knocked me from my feet, curling myself around the child as we went for a tumble the rest of the way to the other side.

Dimly I heard an woman's terrified scream, man's cry of panic and the screech of tyres but I was too stunned, laying where I was, still curled around the child protectively. My side burned with pain, my back from the road-rash of the gravel but that meant nothing when I became aware of the sobs of the child still in my grasp.


Slowly uncurling myself from her I was barely aware of others coming towards us, more concerned with the sobbing child in my arms. "Marlene, are you alright?" I asked as I tried to stretch her out and examine her, but instead she threw herself deeper into my arms with a loud sob of "I was so scared!"

By the time the rest of the group reached us I was trying to calm her down, looking up to see who approached us. I found the dark man, my Buyer, a woman and another man, his eyes wide in shock and horror, repeating "she just came out of nowhere, I couldn't stop in time. Thank Gaia! Thank Gaia!"

"Marlene!" the woman called, obviously her mother because the child instantly reacted, pulling out of my arms with a cry of "mummy, I was so scared!"

Confused & a little off-balance because of what had happened I looked to my buyer for reassurance. I found a thoughtful look in his eyes as he looked on me, but before I could question it my arms were filled again, this time by a sobbing woman as well as a child. "Thank you, thank Gaia for you for saving my baby! Oh bless you, young man!"

"His name is Cloud, mommy" the girl sobbed "and he saved Red as well."

Her mother released me slightly, enough to draw back and smile through her tears at her "you're right, darling, he did." Now that she had released me and looked up her husband caught their attention "and I think Mister Cloud might want to get up off the road now, Scarlett darling."

"OH! Of course you're right!" The woman, child clutched tight to her hip, quickly rose off me. "Here, son" as the black man reached down to pull me to my feet I looked to my buyer and shifted slightly and winced, telegraphing I had a problem to which he nodded slightly, understanding.

As soon as I was on my feet my buyer spoke "we have to leave now, we're already running late."

"No! Wait a minute!" the mother shifted the child again and spoke out in protest "darling he saved our little Marlene. We have to do something to thank him! Like I could cook them dinner..."


"Scarlett they have to go, probably to their own home and his own mother. Do you wanna keep them apart any longer than what they are already?" The woman frowned, "no, but..."

"How about this, love. We pay for the fuel they need to use and call Kaede over at 'SEVENTH HEAVEN' for a free meal-on us." This seemed to satisfy the woman, she nodded and looked at the child "say bye to you're friend Cloud, Mar, they have to go home now."

When the child tried to protest her mother said sternly "he has to go home to his own mommy, darling. I know you want to get to know him better, but he & his daddy are in a hurry, alright?"

The child sighed deeply but nodded, leaning down to trap my neck in her grip with "bye, Chocobo head."

I choked at this, not at her grip or indigence but sudden humor, everyone else following suit. While I hugged her back, my buyer spoke in low tones to the black man again, But this time it seemed to be a friendly talk, unlike the tension of before.

I saw the man pass him something before he spoke out again "I'll stay here, calm this guy.." he motioned at the driver of the car, "Scarlett, you take Marlene to say goodbye to Mister Cloud & his dad."

The woman nodded and reluctantly lead us back to the car. While Marlene and I said a teary (for her) goodbye her mother scribbled something down on a piece of paper & while she hugged me goodbye herself, slipped it to me "call us, if you ever need us, or just some help, no matter what."

I accepted this and allowed it to be slipped in my back pocket during the hug while my buyer finished with fueling the vehicle & cleaning up. Not that I even planned on using it. I only accepted it because as a submissive it wasn't in me or part of me to protest or argue, unless ordered to of course.

It wasn't long before we were driving away, my buyer allowing me to sit in the front passengers seat again after reporting we would be stopping at the diner for lunch then an secluded stop at an motel for the night on the outside of town.

We reached the diner shortly and sat down, my buyer ordering himself a large streak and eggs while I was given a thin but nourishing soup, something healthy but which wouldn’t interfere with my new digestive system. While we ate he talked. He told me about how he had been in the M.S.D.F (Midgar Special Defense Force) as their general for ten years. Consequently he had been forced to learn to suppress his emotions and think logically, training his body to peak perfection.


That was why he was so violent during sex, it was the only time he truly let loose of his feelings.

I understood this and told him so with a nod, if he wasn't as he was, I would be miserable. Although I was worried about my soon-to-be new Master, I reasoned that he would have sent someone of similar or identical tastes to buy me, that was smart thinking.

Besides, as a slave I had no say in the matter anyway.

Soon dinner was finished and we left and once out of town I was allowed to strip once again, checking over my road-rash and seeing how it was healing already.

For hours we drove in silence and I became worried. Was my buyer upset with me, even mad? What had I done to upset him? Was it saving that child? Why would he be mad about me saving a child’s life, I mean, after all, he had gotten whatever he had want from the black man through it.

I grew more and more upset and finally could hold back no longer “sir, sir what did I do to make you mad with me, please! Please tell me what it was, I’m sorry, whatever it was I’m sorry!” When I received no answer I got even more worked up “please sir!! Tell me what I did wrong!! Whatever it is, I’ll fix it or stop I swear, please!”

When I still received no answer I became distraught and started to sob in fear. “Was it because I saved the child? Was it because I left my job and did something you didn’t tell me too? Was it because I saved the child? Please tell me, sir!” My sobs grew and my fear and grief increased at the thought I had done something to ruin my chance of a pain-orgasm.

“PLEASE TELL ME!” I finally sobbed and curled up into a ball on the floor of the passenger side, clutching the blanket around me as I sobbed brokenly on the ground. After a few seconds there was a deep sigh and I heard a familiar sound, a sound that instantly caught my attention and stopped my sobs.

A zipper lowering.


I’ve never sat up so fast before, turning around in time to see my buyers cock flipped out of his pants, thick and semi-hard. Joyfully I instantly forgot about everything else in my excitement to be able to suck cock. I moved forward, leaning over his lap so I wouldn’t interfere in his control over the pedals and my mouth eagerly taking his huge dong between my lips as I sucked with great enthusiasm and tried to give him the utter best I could do, trying to prove him how sorry I was and was willing to please.

When he snarled and came in my mouth I swallowed happily and licked him clean before looking up at him with wide questioning eyes. After glancing down at me he sighed again and said “it wasn’t what you did slave, Gaia knows I wouldn’t want you to have just watched like everyone else it’s just the fact of HOW you did it.”

“Sir?” I questioned, not understanding his meaning.

“Did you realize you were around the other side of the care in less than 3 seconds? Did you realize you were in the road and catching her up in less then five? You used your enhancements didn’t you.”

“Yes sir” I nodded against his leg “I didn’t think, I just moved. I’m sorry if I did wrong.”

“No, I’m not mad at you or upset about THAT. In fact I’m glad you did what you did. But if the family and anyone else had of thought seriously about what happened they would have realized how highly unlikely any NORMAL person could move that fast to grab a child from a speeding car, let alone reach the other side unharmed. I had to get us out of there before the shock wore off and they started asking questions.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t think only acted.”

“I know slave and I understand. You know if you weren’t a slave with instincts like that you would have made one hell of an M.S.D.F member.” I flushed, pleased by this but curious about the strange look he kept giving me.

At his bidding I curled up on the floor of the passenger side again, pulling the blanket around me. Once comfortable I faded off into sleep, allowing my side the time and power it needed to fully heal.

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