The girls born into being an owned pet were always so much happier, he realized, not even realizing what they had missed as they enthusiastically bobbed up and down on his cock. This one was born to two wealthy computer programmers, but the husband sold off the wife and daughter, taking all their money for himself.
"Excuse me, officer, but someone is illegally parked in my parking spot outside, can you help me?"
"Now, now, you know the rules, women have no rights in this country anymore, so how about, instead, you get down on your knees and put my cock in your mouth or I’ll arrest you for disobeying a male AND police officer?"
Sure, she was his cousin, and some people considered it bad taste to turn someone in your family into a sex pet, but hey, women had their rights abolished, so who cares?
"Britney, I’m not going to ask you again. Face to the ground, and put your ass in the air like my ex-wife next to you."
"This is sick! I won’t be a PET of yours and watch as your fuck your ex-wife right next to me, I’m your WIFE."
"Not anymore, and it looks like someone needs a bit more mind-medicine, don’t they?"
He approached her and quickly dosed her with the gas, watching as she obediently pressed her face to the floor and raised her rump in the air.
She had been his faithful wife for over ten years, but once female rights were abolished, suddenly she was nothing more than the housecat.
"Julie," he whistled, "why don’t you give my friend here a blowjob under the table after you use your litterbox?"
She nodded and crawled on her hands and knees to humiliate herself in front of his guest.
She looked at herself in the mirror: bent over, tits flopping, her ass raised in the air and felt truly embarrassed for the last time. As her mind melted into goop, she realized this was her place in life, a crawling dog on the floor to be mounted at her master’s leisure.
Alexa found it harder and harder to concentrate. As her mind faded, she was unable to focus on distant memories of sipping wine and listening to classical music, instead only able to focus on her current situation: being bent over by her former violin teacher and the wet slapping of his balls against her.
"Ms. Vanson, are you sucking your employees cock? What are you DOING?"
"Excuse me, Mrs. Transom, but please don’t speak to my boss like that. Well, she’s not my boss anymore, now that women’s rights have been abolished, didn’t you hear? In fact, why don’t you come join her?"
"Oh, um…yes…yes, sir."
"Much better, Mrs. Transom. Actually, Mrs. Transom is a funny name for a little cockslut, isn’t it? Let’s just call you Sprinkles from now on, how does that sound?"
She had been trying to have a conversation with another one of the female workers when her former secretary walked in the room, completely naked. She sighed, knowing what was next as a female with no rights. Right in the middle of the conversation, she felt him slide her skirt down and push her against the desk as he slipped himself inside of her ass without a word.
He pulled out and walked away, the cum pouring from her ass as he did. Maybe next time she won’t think about trying to wear clothes in his house again.