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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Romantic B&D with a Future Twist from the #1 Bestselling Author of Erotica! All young women in the Colony, they have been indoctrinated since birth by the State with the belief that they will find fulfillment only by becoming the property of a male when they turn nineteen. Their new masters will breed them, keeping them as pets until they are passed their peak fertility years. About to be nineteen, Jesalin, on the other hand, is a rebel. She's determined to hang onto her freedom at any cost. Even if it means breaching the walls of the Colony and journeying into the dreaded, post-apocalyptic Outlands. Jeslian's on the verge of escape through a secret tunnel when she discovers a mysterious prisoner, a huge, muscular barbarian. The man's captor is a powerful Colony official concocting a plot to overthrow the government. He intends to silence Jesalin by making her his slave, but when the barbarian escapes and kidnaps Jesalin across the wall she finds herself subject to a form of domination and sexual bondage no Colony woman has dared dream of.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006

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Words: 31495
Reading time: 89-125 min.
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In just three weeks Jesalin would turn nineteen and then she would no longer be free. Like all adult females in the Colony up to age thirty, she would become sexual property, subject to ownership by a male of her own age group. After that, following her peak fertility years, she would be allowed to pursue a chosen career.

Such was the law and it was irrevocable. The best a young woman could do to improve her lot was to line up a master ahead of time, someone whom she found pleasing and could imagine herself serving as a slave. If this male accepted her then he would go to her Common House on the morning of her nineteenth nativity, make a formal statement of his intent to the House Mother and Father,

He would then strip her and put his collar on her in front of witnesses.

If a girl did not have such a champion to claim her by Moon's Peak that night she would be thrown from her Common House into the street, naked. She would then be subject to claiming by whichever male happened upon her first and was inclined to own her flesh. Those still unclaimed by the following dawn were put out of the gates into the Outlands.

Such an exile was a fate worse than death, and therefore young ladies in the Colony paid very close attention to what aroused and pleased their male counterparts. To this end, they kept themselves in fine physical condition, particularly at the times of year dedicated for the Fertility Festivals. From the age of sixteen onward, the young ladies were to be presented nude, to the titillation and often the giggling of the boys. Though no sexual contact was allowed as of yet, the boys-who remained clothed-were encouraged to practice their future position as masters, chasing after the girls with wooden switches.

A "captured" girl was made to grovel before her "master" till a senior keeper of the Festival came by to register the young man's accomplishment. It was a frustrating thing for the boy and girl not to follow the act of domination and submission to its logical, sexual conclusion, but the Colony had very careful rules. Breeding must occur at peak time, minimizing the danger of birth defect or stillborns.

Theoretically, the boys and girls were to be treated and educated in the same way through their eighteenth year courses, but it was difficult to keep the males from exploiting the inevitable. The most attractive and shapely of the girls were most at risk. Groping of their bodies in the hallways of the Colony Academy along with various other blatant acts of harassment were often reported but seldom acted upon.

From the age of sixteen, a girl in the Colony could expect a gradual loss of her freedom. Boys might demand they give them kisses, complete their homework or even prostrate themselves on all fours in their presence. For her part, Jesalin had made a policy of refusing all exploitation.

The time a boy tried to make her kiss his feet she knocked him to the ground and clamped her foot down on his neck till the teachers arrived. The word quickly spread that the feisty redheaded girl was not worth the trouble. Many of the teachers speculated she would prove to be frigid, or at the very least an anti-social bitch. To Jesalin's way of thinking, she was protecting her rights, nothing more.

Jesalin's best friend was a girl named Teara whose outlook on life was very different. The blonde, busty Teara genuinely loved men and boys and pleasing them was in her blood. In fact, you could be sure that when it came to all those things the boys wanted to do to Jesalin but couldn't, Teara would always be right there to submit.

Not surprisingly, Teara pledged herself well in advance, submitting to a boy name Raro. Teara had three months to go till her Ripening Day when the slavery would be official, but Raro was already acting like he owned her. No longer was Teara permitted to dress as she wished or come and go as she pleased. Though she wouldn't admit it, Jesalin had a sneaking suspicion Raro was already taking a hand to her behind and making her suck his cock, too.

That wasn't technically allowed, but once her birthday came, it wouldn't matter, anyway. Raro would have complete power over her person. He would be able to use her sexually in any way he liked, dress or undress her to his specifications, imprison her in his home, even control her diet.

He could do anything at all, in fact, as long as he didn't kill her or interfere with her ability to make babies because that would be a direct threat to the Colony's future security.

Jesalin had frequently argued with her teachers that the Universal Enslavement Laws were cruel and unjust, but she'd been reminded that their function was to maximize breeding. Young, healthy females like Jesalin and Teara were needed as brood mares, producing the constant supply of humans need to keep the Colony going.

Survival in these harsh days following the Global Meltdown made for harsh choices, had said Instructor Gelar, her socio-civics teacher.

"But why can't females be free to pick their own mates and breed with them?' she'd asked.

"Too complicated,' he shook his head. 'And too time consuming. Love slows matters down. A brood slave can be kept almost continuously pregnant during her peak years of fertility. Then, when she reaches thirty, she is free again to pursue other means of service to the Colony.'

There was no arguing the needs of the Colony. Since the collapse of mechanized civilization and the subsequent ravages of disease, poverty and climate shift, life was no longer so easy for human beings. The Colonists managed to raise enough plants and animals to survive the harsh desert environs, but they were always facing the shadow of starvation. So, too, there were the Outlanders, the hordes of savages that threatened on a daily basis to pour in from the surrounding wasteland and overcome this last bastion of civilization.

Jesalin could not see this big picture. All she saw was her own life ticking away. What good did it do to hear a civics lesson or be reassured that she would only have to do this for the next twelve years? She was a young woman with her whole life ahead of her. She wanted to be free, and equal. Free today to be a farmer, a soldier, a scientist or a teacher, just like the boys and post-bond women.

She hated the boys her age. They were arrogant and stupid. She could best them all in academics and sports as well. Why should she have to grovel naked and beg one of them to accept her as a cringing pet simply because she had a uterus?

She had half a mind to seek out one of the older men, a member of the Colony Guard or maybe even someone on the Council itself. Her body and face were above average and her long, copper curls were a rarity. Yes, perhaps a member of the High Council might pull rank and take her on. Then she'd be part of a harem. This had its own shames and humiliations, but it stood to reason she'd be abused less frequently than if she were a lone mate at the mercy of one of her horny classmates.

Jesalin wished she could have more opportunity to speak with some slaves in advance and find out what their lives were like. Generally, once a woman received the collar and mark, she was removed from the public eye. About six months ago she had had a rare chance to talk to Vonella, a girl a year ahead of them. She'd been a bright, bold female, well advanced over the boys in her studies. Everyone had wanted to own her. She had intended to strike a good bargain for herself, forcing the men to compete for her hand in advance. Her plan was to make a dowry for herself, a small fortune that would be hers when she regained her freedom.

She held all the cards at that point and her suitors had happily jumped through every hoop. She chose Brayl, a brown haired, muscular boy. Brayl was strong and handsome and also clever. Possessing of a silver tongue, he spun tall tales for her of slavery under his ownership. Poor Vonella's mind had been filled with laughable illusions of what her life would be like. Right up to the last day, she was bragging about how hers would be a consensual, equal union with her receiving every consideration from her mate.

Brayl had deceived her so well that she never saw the trap he was laying for her. As it turned out, Brayl had a secret plan of his own. As the first among his class, he wanted to be sure of getting the best female. So, too, he wanted to make a public statement of his dawning manhood, one that would be remembered when it was time to select future members to the Council.

For Vonella's official enslavement, a huge and unprecedented party had been planned. All her friends and fellow classmates were invited to attend. It was an elaborate affair, culminating in a ceremony of enslavement at her Common House. Enriching words were spoken by her Common Parents and pledges made. This was followed by the collaring itself. With nimble fingers-his new slave kneeling in her gown of white, a priceless creation of lace, off the shoulder and hugging her slender body deliciously-Brayl placed the steel band around her neck. As he closed the padlock, you could hear a pin drop in the room. It was official now; there was no turning back.

Brayl bid her stand and she did so, expecting a kiss. Instead, he backhanded her, sending her sprawling to the floor. She cried out but he showed no mercy, ordering her to her feet again. When she was too slow in obeying, he yanked her up by her hair. Tears streamed from her eyes as Brayl ripped off the dress, piece by piece till the new slave was naked. Ordering her over one of the tables face down, he proceeded to use her in full view of her family. If the girl expected support from her House Parents or House Mates, she was to be sorely mistaken. No sooner did Brayl's immense penis pierce her maidenhood, then the chant went up.

"To fertility! To the new master, Brayl!'