You were tired. Tired of everything, but especially tired of the endless loop of identical days, working overtime just to support a bare minimum lifestyle. This job wasn't going anywhere; responsibilities piled up as your pay stayed the same. It was time for a change. You'd heard of the Market, an online service that matched wealthy buyers with willing pets and playthings, trading a few months or years of freedom for a more than livable fee. It was an appealing thought. Free living space, no bills, and a very sizable sum for you at the end. No worries beyond keeping your owner happy. The Mar… Lire la suite

The master's eyes are fixed on you as he slowly walks toward you, his bare feet silent on the hard stone floor. "Kayla," he says, "get a prod and a flogger. I want him to know pain before pleasure." "Yes, Master," she replies, standing and walking over toward one of the racks on the walls. The master stops directly in front of you. "Look me in the eye," he commands. You do. His eyes are steel-gray and intense, as if he looks past your naked flesh and judges the weight of your soul. He runs his hands across your chest, tracing the ridges of your ribs. "You are mine now. You have no will of… Lire la suite

This story takes place in an alternate timeline where slavery has been reinstated as a means of lessening losses from defaulted debts. This is written from a male POV. The rain is icy cold, and relentless as the hunters you've been evading for the past month. It seems almost to mock you, threatening to douse the meager fire you managed to build in an alleyway. Your frayed, sodden windbreaker does nothing to ease the chill that permeates your bones. It's hard to remember the time before all this, when you weren't being chased by the hunters intent on putting you on an auction block.… Lire la suite