Joe slowly trudged up the stairs. After an exhausting 12 hour shift at the factory he could not wait to get home. Finally he reached the 8th floor and headed for his single room apartment. He did not envy the poor bastards who lived up on the 20th floor. His apartment complex was not fancy enough for such luxuries as an elevator.
Joe's room was dark and dingy. He only had a single light bulb to light the place. He sat down on his bed and turned on his video screen to watch the daily news. There was no room for a couch in the apartment so he made do with only his bed and a small wooden chair and table where he ate his meals. Absently he went through his mail while the commercials were on. Angrily he cast aside the notice from the building superintendent. He already knew what the notice inside said. His building and all the other apartment buildings in a 6 block radius had been gifted to some spoiled brat on her 18th birthday by her grandparents, Joe's old landlords. Because the laws heavily favoured the richest of the rich, the .05% of the population who lived sheltered away in "Gold Zones," she was legally allowed to raise the rent without warning when she took new ownership of an existing property. The spoiled bitch, who would never have to work a day in her life, had taken full advantage and increased Joe's rent by the maximum allowed 25%. She was even allowed to charge back rent for the current month which she certainly had done. Joe had about a week left before next months rent and the back rent were due. He barely scraped by as it was. He had no idea where he was going to get the money from. He still had 6 months left of his agreement and was stuck with his situation. If he failed to pay and fell into debt any slaving agency could buy his debt from the girl and enslave him. In fact, the new landlord would be able to enslave him herself if he didn't come up with the money in time.
Gloomily Joe watched the news. Everyone in the country was tuning in today. It was the day of the big draw. A couple weeks ago, Charles Davenport had passed away. He had been the undisputed richest man in the world at the time of his passing. He was famously eccentric and had never had any family of his own. He had dedicated his entire life to his vast portfolio of businesses. After his passing he sent the entire world into a frenzy with his final will and testament. As per his wishes, his estate set up a massive Lottery. Anyone was allowed to buy a ticket. The winner took sole possession of everything and basically stepped into his life as the richest person in the world.
Joe grabbed his ticket and rolled his eyes as he listened to the estate's top lawyer, a real pompous old man, drone on and on about the great man. He even made a great show pulling his own ticket out from his coat pocket. Finally the numbers flashed across the screen one by one. Joe almost had a heart attack. He hurriedly hit pause on his video screen. He looked back and forth from his ticket to the screen, checking and rechecking again. He couldn't believe it and sat in silent disbelief. Suddenly his phone rang sharply in the silence and he snapped out of his shock. It was that pompous lawyer on the other end of the call. Joe could barely pay attention as he was congratulated and arrangements were made to get him over to the law office as discreetly and safely as possible...
Joe walked along in awe at the opulence of the office building he now apparently owned. He stepped into the large private elevator that went straight to the top floor to meet the top lawyer in what was now his personal legal counsel, or would be his as soon as he signed the paper work. A smartly dressed secretary led him to the doors to his lawyer's office. Joe noted she wore a work passport around her neck. People could only get into Gold Zones if they had a passport, either as a resident or as someone employed in that specific Gold Zone. Gold Zones were walled off areas of the country where the richest of the rich lived and played, separated from the common people by giant walls designed to keep the riff raff out. Anyone sneaking in who wasn't allowed was harshly punished. Joe had been given a resident passport paid for by the estate he had just inherited before he was allowed in through the insane security.
Joe was led into a massive, luxuriously appointed office. The old man from the video screen rushed over to greet him and shake his hand. Joe was led to a large comfortable chair in front of the lawyer's desk. Joe paused as he went to sit down. There was a stunningly beautiful woman kneeling naked in front of the chair, chained to the front of the desk by a thick metal collar around her neck. The lawyer chuckled at Joe's hesitation as he explained that the slave was there so that his clients could get their dicks sucked and play with her tits while they went over their paperwork. In fact he also had another girl chained under his desk for himself as well. Joe didn't yet feel comfortable whipping his dick out in public for a blow job, but was more than happy to fondle the slave's perfect tits while he sat there. He had no qualms about slavery and couldn't wait to take full advantage of the institution now that he had a gold passport and could legally own slaves. He had never had the guts to ask any of his past girlfriends, but many of Joe's secret fantasies were actually quite sadistic. He had always dreamed about what it would be like to own a beautiful slave girl. Now his fantasies could finally become reality, and he planned to take full advantage.
While they went through the paper work, Joe couldn't help but notice the other 3 slave girls in the room. All were stunning like the girl chained in front of him. With cryo tubes, slave owners could easily modify their slave's bodies to look exactly how they pleased. It was impossible to find an ugly slave in the gold zones. Cryo tubes were the height of modern medicine. They could alter any person's appearance, heal just about any injury, and cure any sickness in a matter of hours. While they were miracle machines for free people, they were probably just about the worst invention in human history for the slave population. Their ability to heal meant slaves could be punished without conscience or remorse. There was just about no limit to how far a master could push their slave so long as they put them into a cryo tube afterwards.
The 3 slave girls were naked just like the girl kneeling in front of Joe. 2 of the slave girls stood submissively behind the lawyer. They held their hands behind their back and kept their eyes directed down towards the floor. Joe marvelled at how demure they looked. These girls existed for no reason other than to attend to their master and they clearly knew it. The third slave girl was a little more interesting. Her wrists were held above her head, chained to the ceiling. She hung suspended in the air with her legs spread apart by a spreader bar between her ankles. She was absolutely covered in very harsh whip marks. The poor creature hung there with her head bowed in defeat. She was forced to hold a terrible looking multi-tailed whip in her mouth as she awaited even more whip strokes. After they had finished the paperwork, Joe asked the lawyer what the girl had done. The poor slave girl had served her master's coffee too hot that morning, causing him to almost burn his tongue. He told Joe he was almost done whipping her but had ran out of time. He also still planned to use a branding iron on her since she had almost burnt him.
Intrigued, Joe asked if he could see the branding. The lawyer obliged and walked over to a small fire place. There were 3 branding irons in the flames. The lawyer pulled one out. Its end had a small circular shape that was glowing red hot. Joe had never seen a person look so horrified as the slave girl as the lawyer brought it up close to her. He carefully lined the burning metal up over her left nipple/aereola and then pushed it firmly into her breast. The slave screamed in agony as her master firmly held the brand over her nipple before finally pulling it away. The slave was bawling her eyes out as her master quickly grabbed the second branding iron and proceeded to brand her other breast right on her nipple as well. Finally the lawyer grabbed the third branding iron from the flames. Joe's jaw almost hit the floor. The end was shaped like a dildo. He didn't need to guess were that one was going. Joe had to admit that was a bit much for him and he had to turn away as he heard the poor slave girl howl in agony.
Joe was reassured by the lawyer as he walked him out of the building that the slave would be fine. He was going to pop her into the cryo tube after he finished up with whipping her and she would be as good as new in a couple hours, hopefully as a more careful and attentive slave girl in the future. Joe agreed as the lawyer assured him that only the harshest punishments and most strict discipline got the best results out of slaves and that it would soon be second nature to Joe. Joe shook his lawyer's hand and stepped out onto the street. In the weeks since Mr. Davenport's death, his businesses and properties had continued running along and earning massive profits as before, so technically Joe was leaving the building as the richest man who had ever lived. He couldn't wait to get started on his new life.
The sights and sounds of the Gold Zone were breathtaking. Joe had already decided that there would be no beating around the bush, the first thing to do would be to acquire a slave of his very own. Technically he owned thousands already as he now owned a number of businesses that were approved for slave labor. There were also hundreds toiling away at his new estate and his many vacation properties. He had decided though that he would buy brand new slaves to be his personal attendants. He wanted his body slaves to be unused and unbroken, blank canvasses to be broken and trained to his own wants and needs exclusively. Fortunately the top slave boutique in the Gold Zone was just down the same street.
Joe's anticipation grew as he made his way down the street. Naked and scantily clad slaves were everywhere, attending to their carefree looking and very richly dressed owners. Most of the people passing by seemed to take their slaves entirely for granted and paid them no attention as they went about their way. Joe on the other hand was like a kid in a candy store. He had never seen anything like it. The poor slaves were forced to parade around naked or at least very nearly naked for the fortunate few of them that had small pieces of clothing on. There was more nudity here in everyday life than in any strip club or porno he had ever seen.
Joe marvelled at the contrast he saw all around him. Every free person looked like they didn't have a care in the world. They smiled and laughed with each other, they wore the most expensive and luxurious looking clothing Joe had ever seen. Pants and shirts for the men, beautiful dresses and extravagant jewelry for the women. And then there were their slaves following along behind them in sharp contrast- naked, with their heads bowed in silent submission. The slaves all looked stone faced and utterly miserable in Joe's opinion. Many of them unable to hide the look of misery and fear they had in their eyes.
Joe was focusing on one girl in particular. Her mistress was out window shopping, seemingly enjoying her day. The miserable creature behind her looked like she was about 20 years old. Not only was the slave girl completely naked, but her skin glistened like she was covered in some sort of clear oil. Silently she stood behind her mistress holding a shade over her mistress' head to shield her owner from the hot sun. Joe had never seen such a demure and submissive looking creature. Joe saw with shock that the mistress was holding a short leash that was attached to the slave girl's clitoris. As the lady turned to go on her way she gave a sharp tug on the leash, yanking her poor slave along by the clit. Joe was impressed by the poor slave girl. Although you could see the pain in her eyes she never made a sound as her pierced clit was cruelly pulled by the leash. Attentively she kept the shade over her owner's head as they walked away. Joe took note, that was the utter submission and obedience he was going to demand out of his slaves
Joe entered the upscale slave boutique. A sharply dressed saleswoman quickly hurried over to assist him. There were naked slaves, both male and female spread throughout the building. They were all chained in various poses throughout the building on revolving display pedastels, human chattel waiting to be sold to a rich buyer. Joe explained his preferences to the friendly saleswoman and she quickly led him to the part of the store where he could find what he was looking for. New slave girls, enslaved so recently that they only had the most basic of training. Joe had decided that he was going to eventually have multiple body slaves, but he was going to buy them one by one so he could enjoy focusing on the training and breaking of each slave to his exact desires. All of the slave girls were stunning. Slowly he moved among them. All the girls in this section had been enslaved for less than a week and were quite unable to hide their embarrassment and fear as he examined their naked bodies.
Joe didn’t think he was going to be able to decide when finally he found a slave that stood out for him from all the rest. Her name was Mira. She had dark brunette hair with blue eyes and a gorgeous face. The girl was absolutely stacked. She was probably only about 5 feet tall, but she had the largest tits of any of the slave girls in the line. Clearly they had been enhanced in a cryo tube. Despite their massive size and perfect shape, they felt soft and natural. Her nipples were quite perky and soft pink in colour. She was in perfect shape and had a small slim waist. Her round ass was perfect. Joe stopped in front of her and read her information card at the front of her pedestal. She was 23 years old. She had been enslaved only 2 days ago. She had been involved in a terrible accident and had to be saved with a cryo tube. Unfortunately as a university student she couldn’t pay her exorbitant medical bills and was enslaved to repay her debt to the hospital. Joe thought that was perfect, he didn’t want to purchase someone who had been enslaved for a crime, he didn’t feel comfortable having a criminal in his presence all day, this was much better. It was unfortunate for the girl that she had been enslaved due to horrible luck that was out of her control, but that wasn’t his problem.
The slave squirmed uncomfortably as Joe grabbed her by the crotch. Not only was she going to be his personal attendant, but she was also going to be his personal fuck toy, so he figured he had better inspect the goods closely. Roughly Joe turned her around and spread her ass checks for a closer look at her tight little asshole. He’d never tried anal before, he could barely wait.
Purchasing the slave was as easy as buying groceries and he was soon the proud owner of his first personal slave girl. Joe felt a rush of power, the slave girl standing demurely in front of him with her tear filled eyes downcast at the ground was his to command. The saleswoman has warned him that while her initial torture should make her docile enough in most situations, he had to be vigilant and extremely strict with such a new slave girl. Joe had assured her that he was going to be happy to oblige.
Before leaving Joe browsed through the accessories department. He was sure his new mansion was already outfitted with everything he could possibly need, but he wanted to buy a few things of his own. Joe grabbed mostly basic stuff as he browsed through the aisles, a basic branding kit, an assortment of whips and paddles, a needle kit, and a very cruel looking device called a tongue hook.
Joe was about to go pay when he realized that he was going to be going out to his new mansion, which was in the luxurious Lakeside Estates, secluded from even the main gold zone and populated by only the richest of the gold zone residents. It was secluded by a stretch of country side and since vehicles were outlawed in gold zones (noise and pollution) was about an hours hard run from the main marketplace where he was, according to his lawyer anyways. Joe had a delicious thought, he was a slave owner now, no way in fuck was he going to walk all that way. He was going to buy one of those carts he had seen all over the gold zone and make his new slave girl pull him.
Joe asked his saleswoman about a cart and was quickly shown to the back cart area with his horrified slave girl in tow, struggling to carry all the things he was going to buy. He didn’t imagine she was happy to be carrying an armload of supplies meant to inflict severe punishment on slaves such as herself.
Joe looked through the carts, they all seemed pretty standard, some maybe flashier than others until one caught his eye that was much different than the others. Joe was almost laughing as he pointed at it and asked the saleswoman if they were serious and if that was actually a serious purchase he could make. She chuckled in affirmative and Joe chose it without hesitation. It was too crazy not to buy, even if it might be less practical...
To be continued