New Slave
#1 of Expendable
Alright, my first story of this nature, and the first chapter in a short series I hope to be writing. No fluids actually fly in this chapter, but I think you can understand where I'm going with this... Many of the keywords applied to this story are only mentioned in this chapter, but yeah... deal with it.
Suffice to say it's pretty harsh, and you shouldn't be reading it if you're the type who sues easily. (Or if you're younger than whatever is legal in your area.)
Feedback welcome. :)
Rahz Feltzin needed a new slave.
It was Saturday, and he had decided to go to the mall to rectify the situation. His last slave had reached its expiry date, and he'd donated it to the Salvation Army. Apparently they use the meat for feeding starving kids in Europe, or some shit.
The word "Slave" is actually a registered trademark when used together with its stylized logo from GeneCore Technologies Inc. Oh yes, much had changed in the past century or so... The major change had been the arrival of human genetic engineering, and its subsequent commercialization. This would explain why many members of the human species now no longer resembled the humans of the early 21st century. Humans now lived much longer, rarely got sick and were physically much more capable than their non-engineered predecessors. Many of them had also embraced a more alternative outward physical appearance, and now boasted physical features which could be considered animal in nature. It was surprising just how many humans adopted this new body form - perhaps it was linked with the popularization of animist religions in the mid-21st century.
Along with the 'saving the world' bullshit touted by various scientists and politicians during the course of humanity's most recent evolutionary chapter, the commercialization of genetic engineering had more... recreational benefits to it. It was these benefits which presently interested Rahz - a twenty-nine-year-old human engineered to posses the outward physical appearance of an anthropomorphic African lion. At 7-feet, six-inches, he was what ancient humans might have considered something of a giant. Actually, his height and build - while impressive - were not terribly uncommon. Many males decided to go a similar route.
It was his physical prowess, combined with his sexual mannerisms and preference for smaller males, which caused him so many trips to GeneCore's suburban mall outlet. GeneCore's slaves do have an expiry date - humanoids engineered to reach physical maturity extremely fast don't tend to live very long. (Something about cell replication.) However, his habits certainly hastened the process somewhat. His last slave had reached expiry after bleeding to death - injuries caused by a combination of flagellation wounds, a ruptured intestine and a bite wound to the neck. It was only three weeks his at the time...
Rahz sighed as he neared the large window display of 'GeneCore Technologies' which looked onto the main fountain plaza in the mall.
He'd been here enough times to know what to expect. The large display windows looked out onto the throngs of shoppers going about their weekend business. The shop took up an entire wall of the plaza - space enough for three of the mall's average stores. The brightly-lit windows proudly displayed the wares the store was famous for...
Engineered slaves of varying shapes, sizes, sexes and colours were arranged for the benefit of the window-shopper. They sat, stood, lay and posed on pedestals, on beds, on chairs, against poles and even one on an ancient 20th-century motorcycle... They wore varying degrees of clothing, generally reflecting their purpose, although clothing had become less important in the modern world, and so this was not necessarily the case.
"Watchdog XM-450" - A sign explained the purpose of a large, dark-grey male canid dressed in combat fatigues (complete with red beret) and armed with an assault rifle. "The Ultimate in Private Security." The canid alternated its pose between a military salute and a combat stance - both directed at the potential customer.
"Childsafe Three" - A female humanoid of ambiguous physical description (something between a bear and a cat) posed in something resembling a nurse's uniform. "The safest organic parental aid available.'
"Aventura" - Another female - this time a vixen - posed on a pink bed in a blue bikini. "For the discerning recreationist."
This was more or less what Rahz was after, except that his sexual preferences swung the other way... At a glance, he couldn't see anything that appealed to him in the shop's display windows. He was not entirely surprised. Gay - while entirely accepted - was not mainstream preference. Likewise, females were among the minority of GeneCore customers regarding recreational slaves. He entered the store through automatic glass doors...
The store was massive inside. Literally hundreds of models were on display - models for every purpose imaginable. Models for the purpose Rahz sort were on the upper level of the store - he made his way across the tiled floor to the escalators in the middle of the sprawling slave warehouse.
At the top, he was greeted by the familiar checkout counter. No one staffed it. Ironically, the largest genetic slave dealer on the planet was staffed primarily by artificial intelligence of the non-organic variety. The counter's glassy black surface functioned as a basic user interface and display for customers. "Good morning, Mr. Feltzin. How may GeneCore Technology serve you today?" The store's security system had scanned the organic signature on his breath. The words were displayed on the counter's surface - computers were entirely voice-capable, but it would be impractical in this particular instance, for obvious reasons, for the counter to speak to every person who walked past.
"I need a new slave. The last one broke. Not GeneCore's fault..."
"Very well, sir. Should I access your preference database to find you a model, or do you want to order something different?"
"Access the database. I'm looking for something high-quality, but the expiration date can be cheap... I break them so often anyway. Make it short. I also don't want something everyone else has... Otherwise, the database should tell you what I want."
"Very good, sir. We actually have a model you might be interested in. Please direct yourself to model 334 on the wall to your right..."
Self-service. Rahz grunted to the machine and moved off to the right towards the lines of slaves displayed along the store's wall.
All the slaves in this area were male and designed primarily for pleasure. There seemed to be some organization in the store's display, but it was not obvious. Model 334 was near a far corner of the store, indicating that it was a model the average buyer probably wouldn't "ooh" or "ahh" about. This was the way Rahz preferred them. Being a dominant gay male, he preferred young males of slight build and submissive dispositions - beyond this, he asked only for an element of uniqueness. Foxes are all well and good for a fuck, but every idiot has one.
Rahz noticed that many of the slaves in the 300 series were sporting some sort of bondage gear. Some were bound in various interesting ways... One particular model raised Rahz's eyebrow - a skinny, brightly spotted dog-like slave (African wild dog?), hands bound into a begging position, hangs from a leash around its neck while it appears to struggle balancing on a colourful rubber ball (a fixture, but amusing nonetheless). It is completely naked, except for a small sign covering its manhood which reads, "Please master?"
Rahz continues on, however. It is not the model recommended him by the computerized assistant, though he may give it another look if he is not satisfied with model # 334...
He comes upon 334 situated between two larger slaves - one a lizard-like slave tied to a pole and the other a tiger crouching obediently on a pedestal reminiscent of what one might see in an old-fashioned circus.
Slave 334 kneels on the ground, legs spread and leaning forward on its hands. It is not bound like many of the slaves around it, but it is blindfolded, its mouth is stuffed with a ball-gag, and there is a thick leather collar around its neck. The collar is attached to a leash which runs up to a hook just about the slave. Next to the hook is a small sign with nothing more than a black question mark on it.
The slave is of slight, almost girlish build and average height (though it is difficult to tell, considering it is keeling). Its features are animal-like, though it is difficult to discern its exact species. It has a graceful cat-like tail extending out behind it, a largely flat, human-like face complimented by a small, black dog-like nose, a basic head shape resembling a cat, and ears which wouldn't really look at home on a cat or a dog... They are triangular and pointed, but they are too large and not quite erect enough for a cat. All things considered, it would appear to be a cat, although it wouldn't be winning any pedigrees.
The slave is also possessed of a head of long, straight black hair extending down to its jaw-line. It is clothed only in a pair of very tight, black shorts, which appear to be made of some kind of rubber or latex. The shape of the slave's package is clearly discernible underneath.
All in all, the slave would appear to be largely mundane, except for one rather unique aspect... Its fur is a uniform sky blue.
"What is sir's opinion?" The wall behind the slave reveals a computer display similar to that on the counter earlier.
"Very interesting. I like it. Critical specs?"
"I considered sir's preferences. It is a very basic model... There are no utility modules installed whatsoever... It can't even talk. However, its recreational modules are extensive. It is adept at anal and oral sex and has virtually every marketed BDSM subset, along with advanced heuristic abilities. It also gains pleasure directly from pain - it is a masochistic model."
"Interesting, although the lack of any utility modules is a bit of a let-down..." Rahz at least likes his slaves to cook and clean for him while they last...
"Yes, sir. I considered your preferences, and I wondered if you wouldn't be interested in a slightly different type of slave... You see, model 334 really isn't designed to last very long. It has an expiration date of only a few months. However, its price, as a result, is very low. You see... Model 334 is designed largely to be killed by its owner shortly into its term of contract."
"Hmm, I didn't know you made slaves specifically for that... I thought it was bad business?"
"The company is considering launching a new line - similar to model 334 here. Very cheap, but they only last a short while. Are you interested in trying out this model for us?"
"The idea does intrigue me, although I am running out of places to donate slave corpses to..."
"That's another thing, sir. Model 334 here was engineered specifically with human consumption in mind. Currently, humanoid meat is seen as something that only poor people eat. We aim to change that in the future, with our expendable slave line. 334's flesh, I am told, is specifically engineered to be extremely palatable to humans. Apparently it is comparable to veal and pork in texture and flavour."
While not naive by any stretch of the imagination, Rahz had never heard of such things before, except, perhaps, within the most extreme online fetish communities. Regardless, he cannot help but be interested. It would be a refreshing change to own a slave one does not worry about breaking.
"You said this sort of slave was cheap. How much?"
"Because you are a loyal customer willing to try something different, we are going to offer you a discount on this model, and any future models of this type, if you decide to make further use of them. You can have model 334 for 599 Federal Credits."
F-599 is, indeed, very cheap for a slave. The next lowest sum Rahz had ever spent on a slave had been F-3500. Although, that model had been able to cook authentic Thai and Malay cuisine and had known several forms of contemporary and modern dance. Too bad it only last a month.
"I see. Very well, I'll take it. God knows I need to let some stress out on something..."
With his verbal consent enough to make the automatic bank transaction happen, Rahz becomes the owner of his new expendable slave. On the way out the store, he buys a pair of cuffs to bind the slave's arms behind its back. He leads it through the busy mall, making a mental note to stop off at the leather and fetish store before he goes home. And maybe the supermarket too... Cooking happens to be one of his less extreme hobbies (less extreme until now), and he starts to think about how he could prepare this slave into a meal when he's done playing with him... He doesn't think his new blue cat is much longer for this world.