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The five ankle monitors sat on my desk as I worked on flow charts and org charts for the remainder of the afternoon. By the time quitting time was approaching around 4:30, I had an idea. Pocketing one of the ankle monitors, I took the elevator up to the floor I had found the skinny redhead the day before. It took me 45 minutes to find her, and it may well have taken longer except that when she spotted me she made a move to hide herself which caught my attention.
I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. “Remember me?” I asked.
She simply stood there, paralyzed with fear, and I felt my cock straining at the confines of my boxers and slacks.
“No need to answer,” I said, “I can see that you do. Anyways, I have a proposition for you, and I'm going to give you a choice. You have probably figured out that I am a bit of a sadist. It is literally a requirement of this job. Eventually, we will process you for sale, and chances are that you will be purchased by a fairly normal guy who is sentimental about his sex pets. Not that I don't get sentimental, it's just that I enjoy sadism too. In the meantime, I will keep using you at work, as I feel like.”
I now reached down and pulled up her leg. She collapsed and would have dropped on her ass if I didn't have her arm in the pit of my elbow and her leg in my other hand. I popped the ankle monitor on her.
“This is so I can find you again in the future and don't have to look so hard. I'm gonna move you up to the floors with the virgins. The good news is that as long as you are my work fuck toy you are off-limits to the rest of my coworkers, most of whom are more sadistic than I am. The bad news is that if you attract the attention of one of my coworkers and I decide I'm tired of you, he may end up taking you home without asking what you think about it, and he may be worse than I am. But the most likely thing is she'll bet when I get bored of you, I will process you for sale and you will probably end up with a pretty normal guy who doesn't ask anything of you except that you keep his belly full and his balls empty. So that's option one. Are you following me?”
I could feel her trembling as she looked at me with her big eyes, wide with fear, and nodded.
“Option two, is that I take you home with me tonight. I have one other sex pet much like you already, and I certainly get a bit sadistic, but she knows that was the deal. And most of the time, if I'm in a good mood and she is trying to please me, I do tend to be more sentimental than sadistic. Do you know what this is?” I pulled out my cattle prod.
She made the mistake of shaking her head, and so I stuck it between her legs, right on top of her pubic mound, and zapped her with it on the lowest setting. She doubled over in pain and shock. I grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her back to a standing position. I then put my left hand on her shoulder, while I grabbed her chin with my right hand and forced her to look into my eyes.
“This is a cattle prod,” I told her. “That was the lowest setting and tell me honestly, you've probably had menstrual cramps that are worse.” I took my hand away to allow her to nod or shake her head.
With evident fear and reluctance, the skinny little redhead gave me a slight nod.
“I just wanted to show you what it was and what it's like. I have not used it on Gingham, and I do not plan to unless she acts up severely. My sadism with my property, with pieces I have chosen, is more of the ‘petty annoyance’ variety. I like to push buttons, just to remind my things that they are mine and at my mercy, but I don't really enjoy hard-core and pointless cruelty less I'm forced into it by willful and wanton misbehavior.”
I now took her throat in my left hand while I used my right hand to zap her in the belly button with the cattle prod, turned up to level two. Keeping my hand on her throat, I gave her a moment to recover from the literal and figurative shock, and then put the knuckle of my index finger under her chin and lifted her face towards me again.
“That was the cattle prod on level two,” I told her. “As long as you are my property, as long as you do your best to actively cooperate with both the letter and the spirit of my desires, something like this, is about the worst I will do to you. Well, that or what I did to you yesterday.” I paused, letting my words sync in for her, and then I removed my hand from her throat and my knuckle from her chin and grabbed her under the arms, such that my thumb was sinking into each breast on either side, right over the nipple.
“And there is another benefit to being mine as well, as long as you are willing to actively cooperate. I seem to be a rising star in the New Order these people are building. The processing department, that's us, making the raw material, that's you, into salable commodities is one of the most prestigious, desired positions. There are 3000 people left as people in Austin, and 27 of us, that's 1/10 of a percent, not even, working for the whole department. Within that department, there are only seven of us with access to the top floors. I have been here two days and I'm already one of them. Do you know what your purpose in the New Order is?”
She shook her head, and as I saw the tears coming to her eyes, I felt my cock rising again, and I pressed my thumbs deeper into her nipples.
“You are now breeding stock, and that makes you one of the lucky ones. The old females, the fat females, the diseased and deformed females—and nearly all of the males—are being culled as we speak. Do you understand what I mean by ‘culled’?”
She started to nod, and then she shook her head instead.
“They are killing them off, we are killing them off, with an efficiency the Austrian painter and his followers could only have dreamed of.”
Her eyes went wide. I suspect that even if she had suspected something like that, she had not expected me to admit it so blatantly.
“But you, as a healthy female will have the chance to serve your natural biological function by bringing the next generation into existence. Some of you will be taken by farms to be bred by the few males of your kind we don't cull. The females there will be put on fertility drugs to ensure multiple pregnancies, especially given that any sons will be culled at birth. Any daughters will face the same fate as their mothers when they are of age. And no, I don't know what ‘of age’ will mean. Sixteen if you left it to me, but it seems like a lot of my coworkers think it should be … considerably younger.”
The look of absolute disgust and horror that warred in her face was absolutely delectable.
“But, of course if you are not claimed by a farm, if we process you into a consumer good, you will be acquired by one of the few people left who is still a person: either a citizen or a provo. If it's a provo, you will be sterilized and not allowed to have kids, but that's not very likely, since they only get one or two of you, and only if we run out of females of sufficient pulchritude who are already in fertile. Most likely, you will be acquired by a citizen. In that case, the status of any children you bear your owner will be heavily dependent on his status, but at the very least your girlchildren will be citizens and your boychildren will be provos. Do you follow me?”
With tears in her big hazel eyes, she nodded.
“These are your two choices then. The first option is that you can come home with me tonight, promise to actively seek to cooperate with my expressed wishes, and I will not torture you too much unless you behave very badly. You will bear my children and because I am already a level three citizen, any children you bear me will be full citizens. But I'm already moving up rapidly, my boss thinks I may make level five before the year is out, and that will give the children you bear me a big leg up.
“Your second option is that you can take your chances on ‘not me.’ I will move you up to a virgin floor and continue to use you as a sex toy here until I get tired of you. You then might end up as the property of a coworker even more sadistic than me. You also might end up sterilized as a sex toy for a provo. But the most likely outcome is that one of two things will happen. Either you will be picked by a farm and bread for your daughters as I described; or we will process you fully into a commodity where you will be picked by a more normal citizen who is sentimental and easy to please.”
She stared at me in mute terror and I realized that she was expecting a trap.
“The choice is genuinely yours,” I told her, “and I will not punish you for choosing the second option beyond what I would be doing to you anyways if you agree to me taking you home. Believe it or not, I have far more options than I could ever reasonably make good use of, and so I am only interested in taking home unfinished products who are willing to cooperate as I mold them. If you are not interested in option one, if you are even uncertain about it, it is perfectly fine to take option two.” I know let go of her chest. “The offer will remain on the table until I either get bored of you or my dance card is full so to speak.”
Trembling, she raised her right hand, holding up her two fingers.
“Thank you for your honesty,” I told her. “As I promised you, I will be taking you up to a virgin floor and having my way with you, but I will not do anything I would not do to Gingham when she is cooperating.” With that, I grabbed her arm and dragged her behind me towards the elevator. As I did so, I felt a tugging on my leg.
Turning around, I saw that there was a black-haired female crawling on her hands and knees behind me, tugging at my pants leg. When she saw that I had stopped and she had my attention, she raised her self up onto her knees, pointing alternately at me and that her own bare and ample bosom.
“Are you saying? I asked her, “that you want to take me up on the proposition I offered this one?” I raised up the arm of the little redhead to demonstrate both what I was referring to and my power over it.
The female on her knees behind me nodded her head enthusiastically and then gave me a clearly forced smile.
“Come along, then,” I told her. “We will have a talk about this, a job interview of sorts, on floor seven.”
I noticed that several of the other naked females were watching this conversation. Most of their faces were unreadable, but a few seemed to indicate disgust, and a fewer still seemed to express envy they had not done as she had.
I made my way back to the elevator, scanned my badge, chased off any stray inventory that came to close with the cattle prod and drove off concerned Dalek guard-bots with firm spoken commands.