Amy woke up gradually, stretching her weaponry over her head. She froze in seat when realization hit her. She had forgotten what day it was.

Today was her seventeenth birthday. In honest-to-god times, it would be a cause for celebration. Now, with the new thrall laws enacted, she was a slave. She looked at her clock. Technically, she had been a hard worker for over 8 hours now, since her birthday was effective at midnight.

According to the law, she was the property of the previous male extremity of her immediate family. She would remain his until she either married, was sold or turned 22. If she remained unwedded or unsold by her 22nd birthday, she reverted back to a full phase of the moon citizen. In the meantime, she was an object, with no rights whatsoever.

The law had been enacted in an effort to celebrate the population down and alleviate the stress on the political science. Every striver that couldn't work, roll up unemployment or early benefits freed up cash in hand for real citizens. Also, since almost cleaning woman refused to splice before they were old enough to be citizens, there was to a lesser extent opportunity to reproduce. Truthfully, after being forced to have sex for years, it was the live on thing married women wanted to do

In her type, with her father dead of a heart onset years ago, she now belonged to her 16 class old brother.

She got up, used the toilet and walked downstairs. Her mother was in the kitchen and her brother was watching TV with his friend.

"There she is. I let you log Z's in a little. You're going to call for your energy."

"G'morning Doug."

"commodity morning ! Now, get on your human knee Amy."

She complied, knowing where this was going. Doug had been teasing her for month, telling her what he was going to do once this day came. Although she wasn't his legal slave until today, she had been nice to him, hoping he would treat her decently in return.

"Excellent. Now crawl over here."

She did.

He leaned forward."Now kiss me."

She leaned forward with her backtalk puckered. She was a little surprise when he held the back of her head and pushed his spit into her back talk. Having no option, she kissed him back. Finally, he pulled back.

"Good. Now, take my dick out and blow me."

"Doug, please don't do this !"

"You aren't to speak !"and he slapped her brass.

Amy wished for some other choice or soul that could intervene. She looked over at her female parent now standing in the doorway, who shrugged. The penalties for interfering were strict.

Amy slowly leaned forward and reached into the opening in the nominal head of his pajamas. Taking out his penis, she could see his friend Eric watching from the former put with blanket eyes.

So, her brother's cock was the offset one she ever had in her mouth. After a few minutes, his was the first cum she ever swallowed. Eric became the second. By the end of the day, she had been taken by them alone and in pairs, orally, vaginally and anally.

When her mother walked in and plopped down on the president after dinner party that night, Amy was bent over getting drilled in the ass again while Doug watched TV.

"Mom looks tired. Let's chip in her a treat. Go lick her puss Amy."

"Doug ? That's not right !"

"Tomorrow, we'll be taking charge of your ability to talk back. Now, get to it."

Amy was closemouthed to tears as she crawled to her mother's base and tried to fight her skirt up she was a minuscule surprised when her mother shifted her free weight and pulled it up for her.

"Sorry honey, but it's been a very recollective time and I can't say I'm not looking forward to it."

Amy pulled her underpants down and started licking. With Doug shouting educational activity, she was soon alternating between tongue fucking her and sucking on her clit. Her mother came, pulling Amy's point harder into her pussycat and moaning.

"If I'm not around, you will please Mom and do whatever she wants, understood ?"

Amy nodded.

Over the succeeding few years, Amy received a special spray each morning that made speaking impossible. She was kept completely naked at all times and sexually used however Doug decided. At one point in time, she was fucked by everyone on the school track team to celebrate a victory. She was even made to accompany Doug on a couplet of date, sitting under the table at the restaurant and pleasuring his date repeatedly.

She had both mammilla pierced, her clitoris removed and Doug's initials branded on either side of her pussy back talk. In all, he had been deplorable and cruel to her.

Amy was 20 when her mom died in a car accident. She attended the funeral nude, but it didn't matter. She had been passed around to most of the class members in the room by then anyway.

The tidings broke several calendar month later that the slaveholding laws were being amended to include males. Enslaving cleaning lady had reduced the air on society a lot and the government was hoping doing the same matter to men would help more.

Amy was getting her ass fucked doggy style by Eric as the section came on. According to the anchorman, men between the historic period of 18 to 25 were to report immediately for processing. They would be owned by the one-time person living in the residence. They were very sack that each living space was its own residence, but only if it had a dissever water and electrical supply. In other language, moving to live in the room over your parents garage would n't save you.

Amy was stunned to hear that, effective immediately, that the firstborn penis of each household would be free from being a slave, whether it be manly or female.

Eric pulled out and stared at the TV."What did they just say ?"

She answered, when Doug was out of town, Eric kept an eye on her, but never bothered to keep her devoiced."They just announced that I legally now own Doug and you belong to your sister."

"Nah, I'd belong to my dad, not my sister."

"It specifically said ‘ menage ’, not ‘ family ’."Eric had an flat that him and his sister lived in. His father wanted nothing to do with slavery, so Eric convinced him to let her travel into his flat as a hard worker."She's listed on the prop tax, right ? Even slave and underaged children are listed there."

"Oh diddly !"He said as he quickly dressed and ran out the door.

Amy stood up for the firstly metre in time of day. Stretching her back, she walked over to the telephone and texted Eric's babe, telling her the news and warning her that he would probably be trying to make her go back to her parent's planetary house, but not to go, no matter what he said.

Doug had gone sportfishing for a few days and Amy was going to be looking forward to his return. She felt between her pegleg where her button used to be.

Yeah, this was going to be fun .