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Men Rule
by Anonymous (y_dee_x@yahoo.co.uk)
***
The life of a female in a world where men rule. (MF,
nc, rp, ped, sn, v)
***
When I was eleven, my periods started. Father was so
relieved, because it was a good sign that I would
develop a full figure quickly - men like their females
big-titted and as young as possible, which was a hard
combination to find these days.
My pedigree was also good, and Father’s third wife,
Candy, who had given birth to me, was especially well
proportioned. So it was quite likely that in a few
years he could sell me for quite a nice sum of money,
and money was something he needed as the farms weren’t
doing well.
And when I turned thirteen, my tits were even bigger
than Candy’s, like two big melons sticking out off my
small, skinny frame, and even though I had wide hips
and a squishy bum to match, I still looked blatantly
top-heavy. I thought I looked quite obscene, but the
family men liked it and often amused themselves by
watching them bounce. They were heavy, and it hurt, but
big tits could be one of the things that help me become
a wife instead of just a female and I was grateful to
have them.
A wife, the highest status possible for a female. I
wanted it so badly, but only a fraction of females were
ever deemed acceptable to become a wife, and even
though my body might attract wife hunters, there was no
guarantee I would get that honour until the day of
auction.
"Green!"
I looked up at the shout, the pig I had been examining
wriggling free at the distraction. It was my oldest
Brother, standing just outside the pigbarn doors. "Yes,
Sir?" I crawled out of the mud pit, then walked over to
kneel before him, forehead to the floor.
"You stink, you’re covered in mud and pigshit." He
grabbed my plastic collar and shook me. "I can barely
tell it’s you!" He wiped off some mud in disgust,
letting the green collar show through. "Didn’t anyone
tell you what day it is?"
"No, Sir." I felt miserable, sorry he had got his hand
dirty because of me. "May I clean your hand?"
"Shut up. Where’s Red?"
"With the cows, Sir." Red was younger than me, and she
was supposed to have come take over from me at noon,
but noon had come and gone and I could only assume she
was held up with the cows.
"Get her to take over, and you go clean up. Father
wants to see you in his office." He turned on his heel
and walked swiftly back into the house. There was
something going on, and I started getting nervous as it
sounded like I was part of the something.
I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the pain of my
bouncing breasts, and found Red crouched down under a
cow and rubbing its’ stomach. Her naked flesh was just
as dirty as mine, but her red collar was quite plain to
see. I felt a moment’s resentment, stupid really, but I
couldn’t help it.
"Red!" She faced me, her eyebrows raised in question.
"Do the pigs. I have to see Father."
She nodded and I raced to the river to wash, trying not
to think about how pretty she was too. Even covered in
mud, that had been clear to see, had been clear to see
since the winter. She was better than me in so many
things already, and when the weekly punishments were
carried out, she was always treated less severely.
Sometimes, she wasn’t even punished, which was quite
unheard of. I had a feeling she was going to be kept in
the family rather than being taken to auction, and I
was trying very hard not to hate her for that.
Auction! My heart suddenly raced. Candy had said
something a few days ago, about how the men were very
satisfied with my service and how pleased she was with
me also - maybe today was the day?
It did turn out to be my day for going to auction, and
Father gave me a good strapping on my bum for not being
prepared. Then I pulled on my brown burga and huddled
down in the truck bed, trying to be inconspicuous as
well as trying to take discrete peeks at the passing
scenery. I couldn’t see much, the mesh over my eyes too
thick and black, but I always tried to every time I was
lucky enough to be taken out.
The market was busy; the sound of hundreds of men
talking quite deafening and my nervousness was starting
to turn quickly into fear. I was looking at the ground
as was good and proper, but I could sense that a lot of
men we passed were looking and judging. They couldn’t
see through the burga, but they could get an idea from
how the cloth moved over my curvy figure as I shuffled
along behind my Father and Brother.
Suddenly it was quiet and I listened as Father talked
about me, just clarifying details on my pedigree. I
tensed, even though I knew that my papers were all in
order as Father would have ensured that, but there was
always the chance it could go wrong and then the state
could have me. The fear was making me tremble, and I
had to clench my jaws tight to stop my teeth
chattering. It was made worse by the fact it was cold,
and as I was naked under my burga the cold was really
affecting me, especially through my bare feet on the
concrete floor.
"Remove your burgas!"
I jumped, caught by surprise. After a moment’s
hesitation, I did as I was told, but I was tense and my
hands were shaking. I’m always naked at home, but wore
the burga if there was company or if I had to go
outside the estate, so this was the first time I was
naked in front of a man outside the family. And I
wasn’t the only female there. I’d been so preoccupied
and also half-blinded by the burga that I’d failed to
realise there were five others there.
All six of us stood naked with our brown cloth at our
feet. I looked up just briefly and froze at the sight.
Two strange men. Knowing they were seeing me naked and
seeing them seeing me naked were two different things.
One man was physically touching and measuring, checking
inside our mouths, as well as poking a sharp finger up
our cunts – unpleasant, but the family had done it
regularly to me so I was used to it, but one of the
others screeched. A quick slap shut her up. The other
man who held a palmtop noted everything he said down.
Then numbers were written on us, big and black, the
number 3 spanning all the way from my collarbone to my
belly button. Repeated again on my back, and on both
upper arms. An injection came next, a quick stab into
one of our bum cheeks, and that made me even more
nervous. Injections were common, but explanations were
rarely given and I’d once woken up to find myself in
another country with two weeks worth of memory missing.
We were taken through to the holding pens, the sawdust
underfoot nice and warm and the presence of other
animals warming the air. I shivered again, but it
wasn’t as cold anymore and I waited patiently in the
chute, third in line. There were two lots to go before
us though, one of cows and the other horses, and I
could hear the audience now, shouting out bids above
the general conversation. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon
I’d know if I was good enough to tempt a man to take me
as a wife...
What if I wasn’t attractive enough to make any man
consider me as good wife material? What if no man out
there was even willing to bid on me? It could happen;
big tits and wide hips didn’t guarantee anything. If
there was no life as a wife ahead of me, I’d be taken
by the highest bidder for whatever service they wanted
of me, and if there were no bidders, then the state
stepped in and utilised me as they saw fit. The best I
could hope for was housework. The duties of a wife
without any of the benefits – like gifts of clothes and
ornaments, and the freedom to go out uncovered by a
burga. And nice things to eat and drink.
But due to an increased awareness of environmental
concerns, the popularity of going back to nature,
manual labour in factories and farms and such things
were in greater demand. Father himself had twenty
females who worked the fields, having scaled down his
reliance on machinery and chemicals. Sometimes I saw
some of them, yoked and pulling ploughs, others
scrabbling in the dirt hauling weeds and rocks out. The
state had given him the females for free, as an
incentive to turn the farm more environmentally
friendly.
And even that fate was nothing compared to some I had
heard about. Like medical research. Like hunts.
I had reason to tremble, and I wasn’t the only one. The
one who had screeched when her virginity was being
inspected was shaking so much the fencing was rattling.
Not much noise, but enough to get my attention and if
she wasn’t careful, she was going to get more than a
slap for offending a second time. It would be a simple
thing to reach over so she wasn’t touching the fence,
but we weren’t allowed to talk or touch other females
without permission, and now wasn’t the time or place
for me to be disobedient.
Just in case the men did notice the rattling, I stood
far enough away from the sides so there was no chance
of mistaking me for the offender.
And then we were moving forward and all thought left my
head.
I remember it being bright, lots of artificial lights
as well as the sun coming in through the auction room
windows. The place was more windows than wall, and it
was ironic that I got to see more of the world outside
the estate right then than at any time in my past.
Covered by burgas and huddled on the floors of vehicles
with eyes obediently lowered, or put in the trunk, or
in cases and crates, none of it allowed for much
sightseeing.
Bright and loud. There were hundreds of men looking us
over as we walked around the auction ring, their voices
and gestures more than a little intimidating. I just
followed the female in front and tried to not see
anything even as I was told to look this way and that.
I remember the smell too, man sweat and cigarettes and
animal stink.
Then the auctioneer was holding me by my arm, moving me
around, bending me forward, spreading my bum cheeks,
bending me back and having hold my pussylips apart. I
jumped up and down a few times, offered my tits to some
in the audience who squeezed and verified they were
real, and the same for my cunt. Virgin, the word was
passed through the crowd. Would make a good wife, the
auctioneer said, excellent pedigree, trained in looking
after the household, a cattle and pig farm, a produce
farm; early puberty, good breeding investment. Good
resale potential.
His words went over my head. I just listened out for
the commands shutting out everything else, as I had
been trained to do all my life
I was taken off to the side, behind some screens, and
some men came to inspect me more personally. One forced
his hand inside my mouth, and I gagged repeatedly but
didn’t try to back away from him. My eyes were tearing
and I was really afraid I would throw up on him and
that would be disastrous. Fear helped me keep from
doing that, but my whole body was spasming from the
hand he was trying to worm down my throat.
"You’re a virgin in all your holes?"
I nodded, but said ‘yes, Sir’ too even though his hand
was still inside my mouth. Some men are offended when
you don’t respond vocally.
He shook his head and left. My heart sank. But the
other two preferred complete virgins and I tried even
harder to please them. More fingering of my cunt, quite
painful stretching to see how many fingers I could
take, and the same with my ass. I was bent over, my
legs spread and my hands against the fence. They
reached over now and then to feel my breasts, spanked
me a few times and one whipped me with his belt to see
how well I took the pain. I took it quietly, like the
men in my family had taught me to take it.
But some men liked noise and I felt my fear rise again.
"I can be noisy too, Sirs."
They laughed, patting my hot punished ass. "If we
wanted you noisy, you’ll be noisy." There was a hard
spank then, making me flinch. "Go on, then, go back out
there."
I went back out to the ring.
And the rest I can’t remember very clearly. Bidding
began, loud and fast and I remember just listening out
for the auctioneer’s instructions when my turn came. It
is all blurry and hazy in my head, and then there was a
bright golden rope being tied around my neck and I was
led out of the auction. I knew what the rope meant, but
I didn’t react, I just numbly went along until I was
crouched inside a cunt carrier, until the darkness
somehow woke me up.
I almost pissed myself in relief. Whatever else I
didn’t remember, the colour of the rope was clear in my
mind and the feel of it now in the dark was like the
best comfort I could imagine. I was hot and sweaty
crammed inside my carrier, and the smell of my own fear
was offensive, but I was almost giddy with happiness
because I was going to be a wife. A wife! - the highest
status for a female and I had made it!
There were sounds outside, and I wished I could see out
but even the slot at the bottom had been shut. I
wondered how the others had fared, whether any had been
unlucky and had ended up under the state. Especially
number 2. She had been too fragile for any man to
seriously consider her, but then again, some men
preferred a challenge. I know my Brother liked his
females obedient, like all men, but he also liked using
force to get obedience. He liked seeing us trying to
obey and failing, and then making us obey. Maybe she’d
be lucky enough to get a man like him.
But my mind came quickly back to my own situation and I
wrapped the rope round and round my hand and held it to
my face, smelling and licking and rubbing it all over
my face. I was to be wed, I was going to be a wife. I
rested my head on the floor, my roped hand tucked in
over my mouth and nose, and went to sleep breathing in
the smell of the wife leash.
~tbc~
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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