Little by little, law by gradual law, the role of women in society had completely changed. It started out small: strict, gendered dress codes implemented in schools and workplaces; a drop in funding for women’s scholarships; an ever increasing pay gap between Men and women. Then it escalated: women were forbidden from laws in teaching, medicine, law, and more, and forbidden from attending university; women could not own property or initiate divorces; married women were no longer allowed outside without their Husbands. Today, it was finally made official: women were property.
Married women were the property of their Husbands, their Owners. Unmarried (unowned) women were the property of their Fathers. women could no longer hold any job other than public service, which was designated for any unowned woman. Unattended women in public were free to be groped, degraded, used, and humiliated as any Men around them pleased. girls were no longer sent to the same schools as Boys. Instead, special schools had opened up to train girls for their future role in life.
It was a bit of an adjustment at first. When you had first been told you could no longer finish university, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. you called your mother to ask if she still had her job as a computer technician. she said she had been fired, and told she should be at home making more babies. you managed to find a job as a secretary, hired for your big tits and pretty face. The dress code had you wearing tight shirts, short skirts, high heels, and no underwear. It was demeaning, but you did it anyway. you knew you needed the job.
When the final property laws were passed, you were fired, your apartment was repossessed, and you had to move back in with your parents. your Father owned you now.
He had taken no time at all in taking full control of your mother. When you first arrived back home, she was wearing the sluttiest clothes you had ever seen on her, with a pink leather collar around her neck. It was like He had just been waiting for the chance to Own her without her being able to resist. you didn’t think a Man you had known so well and trusted your whole life would actually support these laws, but you were proven very wrong.
your younger sister had been moved from high school to a training school, and you could often hear her soft moans as she studied in her bedroom. you yourself were placed in the public service program. Every day, you would make your way to the service station for your shift, often having to leave hours early in case you were stopped and raped on the way. When you arrived, you would be stripped, gagged, bent over, and locked in to your service stall for your shift.
your exposed holes were on full display for all the Men passing by on the street to see. your arms were locked uselessly in the pillory you had been placed in, and your feet were secured to the floor by cuffs around your ankles, leaving you no way to escape the humiliating predicament. you couldn’t even close your legs at all to hide your cunt. you were embarrassingly turned on by it all, even though you hated feeling so objectified.
your stall was side by side with several others that also contained women, bent over with cunts ready to accept whatever the Men behind them were offering. Some women were already being pounded, their tits swinging below them with every thrust. From somewhere down the line, you could hear the muffled moans of one woman who was getting a particularly good fucking. you don’t know how she could find any enjoyment in this at all.
“Oh, what a hot piece of ass this one is,” you heard a Man say behind you. It was followed by a sharp slap on your right asscheek that had you yelping in surprise. “Stupid slut…” the Man muttered. “Hey, wait, I know you,” He said, stepping around to get a better look at your face. “you’re that bitch from My chemistry lab!” He laughed. “Glad to see you know your place now.”
Craning your neck to get a glimpse of His face, you did indeed recognize Him from some of your university classes. He had always been rather nice to you. you would even have considered Him a friend. He didn’t seem to care about that now, as He groped your tits with one hand and fondled your ass with the other.
He moved back behind you and you could feel Him slip a couple fingers across your slit, barely dipping into your hole. “Filthy slut. you’re dripping wet already. It’s like you were made for this.”
His cock slid into your cunt with barely a hint of resistance. you couldn’t help but moan as He quickly filled you as full as He could. The head of His cock just barely brushed your cervix, and you had to stop yourself from instinctively rocking back onto Him, craving more sensation.
He slowly pulled out, only to slam back into you, and He quickly settled into a rhythm of absolutely drilling your hole. you squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself not to make any noises, even with the absolutely delicious feeling you got at the height of every thrust. you could feel shameful tears gathering on your eyelashes.
Each thrust shook your entire body in your stall. your tits swung violently below you. Every now and then He would land a slap across your ass that you were sure would leave a mark. Finally, mercifully, He stuttered in His movements, and with a low grunt, you could feel the warmth of His seed spilling against your cervix. He pulled out, gave your ass one final squeeze, and left without a word.
you weren’t sure if you could make it through the rest of your shift.
When you finally made it home, you found your Father speaking to a Man you had never met. your mother was quietly bouncing on her Owner’s cock while the two Men spoke, and she gave you a tight smile as you walked in.
“Ah, the slut is home!” your Father exclaimed when he saw you. “Go get that bitch sister of yours from upstairs. This Man is offering Me a lot of money for you two.”
you did as you were told. you knew better than to talk back to Father these days. He had been bad enough to argue with in the before days. Since the laws passed, upsetting Him would just get you beaten and fucked senseless.
you walked up to the doorway of your sister’s room (Father had long since taken the door itself off its hinges) to find her on the floor, in only her cropped school shirt, bouncing on a dildo, with one of her school’s training videos playing on the laptop in front of her. she was quietly repeating along with the video: “good sluts take cock, good sluts take cock.” you knocked on the doorframe to get her attention, and she looked towards you without stopping her riding or her mantra.
“Father needs us,” you said. “i think we’re getting sold.
she huffed in annoyance as she finally stopped fucking herself and let out a soft whine as she stood up off the dildo with a slick, wet noise. As she was being trained to do, she knelt over the dildo and proceeded to lick and suck every bit of her own juices off of it. you hated that the sight sent some small spark of arousal down to your cunt.
The two of you walked back downstairs together, your sister not even bothering to redress her bottom half. It would probably be coming off soon again anyways.
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