SexSlave_Talia
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In the brutal future frozen Earth, humans are no longer dominant, but merely tolerated
Cold. It was always cold, no matter where on -- or in -- Earth one was.
Talia stood in a claiming line just outside the inner door to the human farm where she lived, naked save a thin blanket, and concentrated on not shivering. The space between the inner living area and the barren, frozen earth outside offered little protection from the bitter cold, but it did shield them from the wind to a certain extent. Sometimes, there was no manmade structure that could keep out the howling storms.
It was ludicrous, really, to make them stand exposed to the elements with nothing of consequence to protect them, but the point was to show they were obedient, even if it meant their own lives. Though she knew better than to protest or look at anyone or anything while she stood there, she stared defiantly at her farm’s owner. She’d undoubtedly pay for it later, but anger helped keep her warm. She followed instructions docilely enough but with as much an air of contempt as she could manage without actually becoming aggressive.
She knew it would mean being the last allowed back inside, but if the vile Wolfsblood halfbreed who was their keeper kept his attention on her, the younglings in the camp would be left alone. It meant that no one would buy her, but it was a small price to pay to make the lives of the young a little more comfortable in an otherwise miserable existence.
“These humans are best kept as servants. They’re too young to make decent breeders, but if you see one you might like in a few years, we can hold him or her for you.” Dragar was pitching them to his newest customer. Probably some wealthy scabat looking for a domestic servant. Or a fuck toy.
Talia sneered and kept her eyes on Dragar. Human farms were a way of life for anyone not of the Lionsblood or Wolfsblood clan. Vampires were in the mix, too, but they were a law unto themselves. Either way, humans were at the bottom of a very long food chain. Some farms kept claimed or otherwise free humans safe from Earth’s extreme temperatures. Hers kept slaves.
When Dragar halted his progress down the line, she couldn’t help but look to see what he was up to, and her gaze collided with that of the buyer’s. Her heart raced. Lionsblood! She could actually feel his penetrating gaze. She felt more exposed than she could ever remember feeling, as if all her secrets were laid bare before him. She narrowed her eyes. She would not let the filthy cat get the upper hand on her.
At first, she thought about simply lowering her gaze before the Lionsblood could take any more interest in her, but when Dragar started trying to point out the wonderfully submissive qualities of one of the younger girls, she snapped.
“What’s the matter, big boy? Afraid I’m too much for you to handle?” Where the outburst had come from, she didn’t know. She only knew her blood had boiled when the Lionsblood had moved on to another woman in line.
He turned to her, his features unreadable except for the one raised eyebrow. It was hard to say whether it was raised in annoyance or amusement
Cold. It was always cold, no matter where on -- or in -- Earth one was.
Talia stood in a claiming line just outside the inner door to the human farm where she lived, naked save a thin blanket, and concentrated on not shivering. The space between the inner living area and the barren, frozen earth outside offered little protection from the bitter cold, but it did shield them from the wind to a certain extent. Sometimes, there was no manmade structure that could keep out the howling storms.
It was ludicrous, really, to make them stand exposed to the elements with nothing of consequence to protect them, but the point was to show they were obedient, even if it meant their own lives. Though she knew better than to protest or look at anyone or anything while she stood there, she stared defiantly at her farm’s owner. She’d undoubtedly pay for it later, but anger helped keep her warm. She followed instructions docilely enough but with as much an air of contempt as she could manage without actually becoming aggressive.
She knew it would mean being the last allowed back inside, but if the vile Wolfsblood halfbreed who was their keeper kept his attention on her, the younglings in the camp would be left alone. It meant that no one would buy her, but it was a small price to pay to make the lives of the young a little more comfortable in an otherwise miserable existence.
“These humans are best kept as servants. They’re too young to make decent breeders, but if you see one you might like in a few years, we can hold him or her for you.” Dragar was pitching them to his newest customer. Probably some wealthy scabat looking for a domestic servant. Or a fuck toy.
Talia sneered and kept her eyes on Dragar. Human farms were a way of life for anyone not of the Lionsblood or Wolfsblood clan. Vampires were in the mix, too, but they were a law unto themselves. Either way, humans were at the bottom of a very long food chain. Some farms kept claimed or otherwise free humans safe from Earth’s extreme temperatures. Hers kept slaves.
When Dragar halted his progress down the line, she couldn’t help but look to see what he was up to, and her gaze collided with that of the buyer’s. Her heart raced. Lionsblood! She could actually feel his penetrating gaze. She felt more exposed than she could ever remember feeling, as if all her secrets were laid bare before him. She narrowed her eyes. She would not let the filthy cat get the upper hand on her.
At first, she thought about simply lowering her gaze before the Lionsblood could take any more interest in her, but when Dragar started trying to point out the wonderfully submissive qualities of one of the younger girls, she snapped.
“What’s the matter, big boy? Afraid I’m too much for you to handle?” Where the outburst had come from, she didn’t know. She only knew her blood had boiled when the Lionsblood had moved on to another woman in line.
He turned to her, his features unreadable except for the one raised eyebrow. It was hard to say whether it was raised in annoyance or amusement
