"Pranked", a tale of jokes, family, friends, and sex slavery

[TheWritingGroup]

By Annie of the Writing Group.

Literotica: one of the few places you have to have a content warning because there's too little sex in a story. "Pranked" is very long (my first completed novella!), so this will not be short. In fact, it's too long to be a message, so it'll be this message plus a couple replies.

General comment: did anyone notice that the main character of "Pranked" never has sex? Rose and Esau and Billie only. I didn't do that on purpose—this story is about 75% discovery written—but I decided after the fact that I liked it, so I didn't change it in the edits. In a very real way, it's Rose's story as told by/to Rick, anyway. The sequel will be all about Rick.

Originally Rose was in on Steph's counterprank. I decided to have Rose PoVs to have more sex, because this is a Literotica story. That made Rose expecting the prank impractical, and I think the change makes the story better. After that, I added Esau PoVs for both more person-has-sex-fun and for stuff at times when Rose is drugged into incoherence, but I need to follow the Mastery Machine.

For most stories, I struggle at first, and write pages of stuff that won't be used. Then at some point there's a "snap!" and I know how the story will really go, and I can suddenly write fast and the material is mostly usable. In this story, that happened when Esau and Blondie meet up in Quarry's and start talking to each other.

Here's an example of something that would never happen to an outliner: I was on my fifth edit, the entire plot and all the characters in place. Then I noticed that Rick's long, terrible 48 hours has no night in it. It's apparently daylight for 48 hours. Since this story doesn't take place in Antarctica, I had to go back and include a day/night cycle in the story. (Coming in about six stories: I remember that weather exists!)

I heard Laurel chuckle beside me and put my arm around her, without looking away from Steph.

This is an example of the kind of foreshadowing I do. This is at the very beginning of the story. Later, right at the end of the story, I have:

Steph giggled again. Keith stroked her long hair with one hand, without turning his head. I was suddenly less nervous. That gesture said, “I love you and want you to know it every second. Your happiness makes me happy.” Yet more fear for Steph went away. Man, how scared was I ten minutes ago?

It's meant to "rhyme".

"Rose, it might be too old for me. No idea what you mean." At least Steph and I were equally mystified. We're almost exactly the same age, that made some sense. Steph always calls my mom "Rose", and I call her dad "Pete".

It was only on the third edit that I noticed that I had created the name of baseball player and gambler Pete Rose. It was an accident.

"Mooom!" But I was grinning, too, and Mom knew I was clowning. She's great. She broke the tension. Laurel and Steph were both giggling, so good job.

This interaction is meant to show how close Rose and her son are. They can tease each other pretty fearlessly, and Rick is happy to play the straight man if it breaks the tension for everyone.

Mom sounded amused. "Let's see. I'll show up already stripped, so that step is taken care of. I'll be devoiced chemically, restrained, probably at least wrist cuffs but maybe some kind of ankle restraint or strapped down to a chair or something, given a temporary slave collar, and then almost certainly left on display in a cage or something, or made to wander around the store restrained, naked and voiceless. Oh, and Quarry's customers will be free to do almost anything to me, especially groping. Then I'll be given a bunch of intrusive, deliberately degrading examinations, graded, and a slave chip implanted in my chest. They'll stake me out one way or another to see what kind of offers I get to enslave me. Then I'll be free to go, unless someone meets my reserve price."

Gee, was I trying to tell the readers what to expect? Would I use an obvious contrivance like that?

Steph spoke up. "Perv, you haven't talked about anything but being a slaver since you were 11. She's heard all about slave grading for 8 years."

This is my introduction of something I haven't seen in the 34th Amendment universe before: fanboys and fangirls, people who just like the idea of slavery, even if they aren't actively involved. Note how I cleverly give Rick's age here, just to be sure that Laurel (Literotica's Laurel) knows this story has no minors.

Steph was a little antsy. "Rose, can we get a move on? You can do your comedy routine with Blondie later."

Steph's whole counterprank depends on getting to the Quarry's counter before it opens. Rose's calmness and deliberation is making her very nervous.

That was Mom's final joke before leaving. Like I'd let Steph or Mom be enslaved against their will.

And everyone who has ever read a story is thinking, "Uh oh."

"Gotcha! I was guessing. I've seen you and Keith pretend-slaving. You two played around at the pool, right in front of me, a few times." I glanced over, seeing her astonished, and maybe a little chagrined, expression. "I never talked to Pete about it, if that's what you're worrying about, but he's not stupid, either. He probably has at least an inkling."

Pete knows everything, as Steph says later. Pete is only on stage for about one minute of in-story time, but I wanted to show that he and Steph also have a close, trusting, healthy relationship (in the context of a very screwed-up society).

"Rose, you maybe didn't know this, but you're a hottie. Two of my last three boyfriends talked about how hot you are. Including Keith."

As we see in this story, Rose is attractive almost everyone. Keith, Esau, Billie, Roberto, even Rick if he's honest. She draws a crowd at the slave grading, where dozens of slaves-to-be-tormented are available. She can't see herself that way. It's almost as if she's a satire on the way women are trained and educated to see themselves in modern Western culture.

Steph smiled, just at the thought of Keith. “He’ll be around later, but I doubt he’ll watch the entire grading.

No, she's smiling at the thought of the prank she and Keith are about to play on Blondie. She thinks.

"I'm glad I'll have you there, anyway, Stephanie. It'll be a comfort." Now, why does she look guilty about that?

Because she's going to ditch Rose and disappear. She doesn't know Rose will also disappear, of course.

Laurel calls my mom "Rose". Like I said before, I have the cool mom, the one all my friends like.

Yeah, for instance Roberto from middle school had and has a huge crush on her.

---Rose---

Quarry's was mobbed, as usual when they were running a big sale. There were no spaces anywhere near the doors.

---Rick---

Quarry's was mobbed, as usual when there was a big sale. Laurel and I lucked out, though: we found a space in sight of Mom's car.

I'm showing that Rick and Rose are on the same page a lot of the time.

"So, Rick—I see your mother and sister are here for slave grading. I hope their difficulty will not distract you from your work."

I took a deep breath, stepped up to the counter, and leaned forward. I don't usually use my size and bulk to intimidate, but there are definitely times I like being tall and a bodybuilder.

Rick is very, very non-confrontational. Unless you threaten his loved ones, even with the wrong phrase. He doesn't know that about himself, he just does what feels right to him.

First Esau PoV

I kept my eyes on Mrs. Rick's Mom. Never saw her naked, but she always looked great in a bathing suit at Blondie's pool parties.

Originally I had Esau peeping her while she changed clothes, but I realized that I didn't specify his age when that happened (he's 19 during the story) and it might seem to be a younger teen peeping an adult. Young teens seeing a woman in a bathing suit is pretty normal.

[about Billie] She likes it when people stare at her, and I think she likes it when they call her names.

Billie is very screwed up. This becomes more apparent as the story progresses, and Rick will be affected, a topic raised in the sequel.

[to be continued]

 

[TheWritingGroup]

[continued]

The silver collar almost covers the neck tattoo. Every "slaver bro" ended up getting a tat. Girl has an ink collar. Laurel has a cuff on her left wrist. Blondie has the dead cow head on his arm. Me, I got a whip on my left palm. Hand tats fade. I've already had to get mine touched up twice. It's worth it.

Laurel, Esau, and Rick all got tattoos on their left hand or arm. I have no idea why, it just came out that way. Once I noticed, I put Guy's tattoo there, too.

Billie went overboard, though. That neck anchor took days to put on and cost probably thousands, even though she gave the tattoo dude a blowjob every day he worked on her. Nice ink, though.

Billie is rich. Esau does petty crime for money, Billie can spend thousands on a tat.

"Rose looks, just like her kid, doesn't she, Girl?" Long blonde hair, tall for a woman, pale skin but no freckles. The face looks better on his mom, though.

You might remember Rick being helplessly in lust with Maria in "Coffee With Blushes". Note that Maria is his mom's age and looks quite a bit like her. Freud would wink.

"Or you, Esau. Your hair's curlier, though." She twirled one of my curls around a finger, then leaned in to kiss my cheek …

Echoing Laurel kissing Rick, parallelling their relationships. Throughout the story, I tried to make Esau Rick's evil doppelganger. I'm also making the point that Esau looks something like Rick, which is important.

"Hey, Esau, Billie." Casual, keep it casual.

Rick's a teenager. He's much more nervous and having a much harder time hiding it than a full adult would. Also, this is the guy who was unable to hide his reactions at all in CWB.

[Esau] I walked up from behind Mrs. Kell-no, Rose! I walked up behind Rose and pinched her bottom. She squealed something the bit gag ruined and thrashed around a little. I grabbed a handful of boob, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but not leave much of a mark.

Esau is a sexually sadistic psychopath. This should be warning the reader.

I was worried about Mom. She actually set a reserve price for herself. If someone put that money down, I'd have no choice about accepting the offer. I couldn't talk her out of it. I guess "enough money to pay off the mortgage in exchange for two years of indenture" seemed like a good deal to her, but I really hoped nobody met that price.

Is this too obvious a metaphor for wage slavery? For having to provide sexual favors to a boss to keep your job, or at least dress sexy?

Guy walked up to Rose, slowly, almost … shyly? It was almost funny (again) how he waited politely for the Indian man to finish playing with her tits before stepping up in front of her.

This is Ashish, Rick's supervisor. He took off the Ishmael's polo shirt to come out and molest Rick's mom. He's a more controlled version of Esau. Rose has met him, but he didn't make much of an impression and she doesn't recognize him.

I have a Guy and Ernie sequel in my "Story Ideas" file. No idea if I'll get around to writing it.

Esau sneered a little. "Maybe she took off?"

"I have her clothes and purse and phone in my car!" I wasn't really up for Esau's mockery. "She got here naked, not even shoes. Where would she go?"

We find out at the end of the story that Esau was right all along. About this.

I tugged on the leash and hissed "Stop, Girl!" The collar dug into Billie's neck a little. She leaned forward—she likes the feel of being half-strangled—and then came back to stand beside me.

This is a reference to Joe Doe's "Victoria's Secret" stories starting with "Price Check".

Rick had a better credit limit than that, he was bragging about it. Steady job gave him an actual credit rating.

Of course he's bragging. He's a teenager and he has a job and an income and a credit card. Aside from Laurel, nobody in his little social group has his stable home life or ability to hold a job.

---Rose---

The "Roberto forces an orgasm" scene was necessary—slave grading stories have to have forced arousal. It's part of the formula. I tried to make it not as impersonal as some stories in this universe. Roberto has a backstory, he knows Rose, and he's important to the plot.

I looked away, over the young shoulder, but that only let me see a crowd gathering around: a short, blonde woman my age in a silk top …

Maria from "Coffee With Blushes" and "Maria in the Tack Shop". She would recognize Rick if she saw him, but she doesn't. She's never met Rose, but she's frozen in place because what's happening to Rose reminds her of what happened to her in MitTS, and Rose looks quite a bit like Maria. I need to make more non-blonde characters, but it's important to this story that Rick, Roberto, and Esau all look pretty similar. It also makes Rick's attraction to Maria more Oedipal ….

I practiced faking Blondie's signature before I came over. The clerk never even glanced at his license.

Plot point for the sequel. Minor spoiler: the Kellers sue Quarry's. Slave dealers are legally required to confirm identities and the clerk never even tried, as shown by the surveillance tapes (and the fact that Esau is 8 inches shorter than Rick and could never have passed as him if anyone bothered to read the driver's license).

"Your permanent SIN is 887-579-0789. You have been purchased by …"

As established in "Liz Enslaved: Rug Pull", Steph's SIN is 887-579-9921. The first six digits are the same because in this world, SINs are assigned based on the license number of the dealer, the location, and the date. It's not that different from how US Social Security numbers used to be assigned. Wikipedia explains. Yes, that's way more detail than is needed in the story. That's why I'm only mentioning it here.

---Rick---

"OK, your mom stopped to talk to another woman her age, who is also naked.

That whole conversation was originally in this story, but I cut it as not essential. "Pranked" is already really long. Maureen, the other woman, refused to leave my head, and I've already written part 1 of her side-story, "Wager".

---Esau---

I. Swiven County Park was perfect for this.

Swiven is a Middle English word meaning the same thing as fuck. Yeah, I like word jokes.

Then I saw him in Electronics. Whispering: "Laurel, that's Roberto, playing the ItG demo!"

Indenture, the Game. Yes, I do mention the streaming series Indenture a lot in these stories. Believe it or not, it's going somewhere.

"Rick, this may seem like a weird question from me, but are you OK? You're pale, even for us." We both had very light skin. He really did look a lot like me, actually. We were even both athletes.

Esau, Roberto, and Rick are all Aryan stereotypes. That wasn't on purpose, but I see why my subconscious did it.

The tracking app still worked, and it picked up my phone on I-112, southwest of the city. Miles away.

According to Wikipedia, the US Interstate Highway numbering system only goes up to I-99 in 2024. I am working very hard to keep the location of these stories vague.

The State of Rojas was notorious for its corrupt enforcement of any law restricting slavery. Well, laws in general, but especially slavery laws.

Speaking of, a lot of 34th Amendment writers set stories in Texas. I decided to make up a western US state to use in mine, just to avoid having to know Texas geography (for instance) and to avoid defaming any actual state.

We were making good time, considering this was a 15-year-old conversion van. I figured I'd go until I got sleepy, then wake Girl and order her to drive for a while. No stopping for the night, until we were in Rojas.

Paralleling Rick and Esau again, they both stay awake the entire time, and both end up impaired (thus Esau driving off the road).

[Rick] I pulled off 112 in some tiny town called Eliasville. I needed gas.

Abner pumps his gas. Same station.

It was starting to get light out. Driving through the night, with nothing to do but think about what might be happening to Mom … I had always thought of Esau as a weird friend. Billie was a girl who had problems. I never thought they'd do this!

He knew they were criminals, he said it to Roberto. I think a lot of good kids have a period as teens where it's exciting to hang out with less-good kids, minor criminals and never-do-wells.

---Esau---

We crossed into Rojas around 7:00 am. It took like an hour and a half longer than it should to get here, because the Machine is old and tired, and shakes enough to be hard to control above 60.

This is why Rick is catching up, if you wondered, even though he's driving the speed limit. The speed limit here is 75.

 

[TheWritingGroup]

[part 3 and last]

I realized in editing that a lot of the sections with Esau point-of-view were just headed "------". I, his creator, found Esau so repellent I avoided typing his name into section breaks.

… who was this "Billie" person next to me, who could turn into the fucking hero and save my ass whenever she wanted? She was supposed to be the crazy wannabe slave girl.

Another parallel, as both Esau and Rick think about how unpredictable Billie is.

They were wrong. They weren't safe at all.

I got out of the car to stretch. I needed to be all limbered up for Esau.

Remember Esau thinking how safe he was just one section ago? This is what we call "dramatic irony".

I knew Billie's family had money. I didn't know she had a high-powered card in her pocket this whole time.

Yet he knows she spent thousands on a tattoo without blinking. Esau isn't good at deep thinking. He's a good tactical improviser, but has no strategy.

---Rick---

Crossing the Rojas state line. Mom's phone on the dashboard, tracking mine. Esau is only like 5 miles ahead of me. Less traffic here, almost none. I'm coming for you, you betraying fuck.

---Esau---

"Fuck!"

Connecting these two as strongly as possible right before the Big Fight, as they both think the same thing at the same time. OK, it's the word "Fuck", but still.

She was humping back at me, hard. That much Horny Juice—she might always be like this. That would be cool. Maybe I wouldn't sell her, if she was just a mindless fuck machine forever.

He's having second thoughts and justifying things to himself. He actually likes having Billie around, but also he hates to admit he made a mistake.

He was going to electrocute my son!

And I actually focused on something besides sexual desire. Nobody hurts Rick.

Esau placed himself, crouching, head lowered so he couldn't be seen from the single back window. And waited, staring at the rear door.

I drew back my chained legs, slowly and quietly.

Mama Bear is in the room! Not even a megadose of Horny Juice can stop her from protecting her son. I actually foreshadowed this with the Mrs. Cheng encounter earlier, where Rick remembers Rose defending him from an unfair middle-school teacher.

This is one of the very few time's I've teared up at my own writing, when I wrote (and edited) this bit.

I needed to get Mom out of this van. But … she was still masturbating frantically, clearly heavily doped up. If I left her in the car, I was afraid she'd just get out and try to stop passing cars, looking for someone to fuck her. (And I might be going to Hell. I thought of that because it was an old sex fantasy of mine, but not starring Mom!)

And if you read the story, technically it's now a sex fantasy of yours! Hahaha! I'm in your head! Bwahahahaha!

Step 1: Stuff. I found my backpack, checked it. Everything but my wallet, including my trusty phone/locator. Even Mom's paperwork was there, with a receipt showing she was bought by me using my credit card. Searching Esau's clothes found my wallet in his pocket. Even better (because I almost forgot), I found the remote control for mom's slave collar.

Actually, I, the author, almost forgot, so I gave that to my character. Important thing to leave behind.

"She's OK, I know she's OK! I'm sorry, I should have said that right away. She's … she's with her new owner. It was a … I'm going to let her explain, but nobody forced her to do anything. I'm sorry, I promised to let her explain it to you, and she's not here right now. But she's OK. She said, 'Never better.'"

She and Keith were super excited about the slavery thing. He immediately gave her a slave dose of Horny Juice. When Laurel found them, they explained, but Steph wasn't really up for being in public while as out of control and vulnerable as she was, so they couldn't go to Pete's house. By the time Rick drove home, she was over it and had slept, so they could be there to meet Rick.

I was on a cell phone. They're incredibly easy to monitor.

They really aren't, but Slavery Seddit believes what Rick says here. They're a paranoid culture.

Wait, what's Seddit?

Speaking of … I opened the SeddIt app.

Seddit is something Rocco and Eddie came up with. It's not totally different from Reddit, but it has some advantages for our storytelling:

1. It isn't Reddit and we can't be sued for implying that Reddit would condone sexual slavery. Which, to be clear, they don't.
2. It's inter-universal. That means that Eddie's Wizard can participate (using a magic palimpsest or something), my characters can and do, and a character in "our" world in one of Billie's stories could read their posts. If other Literotica writers want to use it, that's wonderful. Generally, Seddit users don't know about it being cross-universe. Blondie certainly doesn't. If they see a message that makes no sense to them ("Wanted: orcs to serve as guards") they assume it's a joke or roleplaying. There are subSeddits that are actually used by in-the-know wizards or dimension-jumping scientists or whatever to talk to otherworlders, though.

Two passages:

I was on pure instinct at that point. I know I was in the van, moving fast, hitting … and then Esau was on the floor, moaning ...

I was hugging her. I don't remember moving or thinking, I just was. "You're OK. You're really OK."

That's another example of my echoing events. Rick instinctively flattens Esau, and instinctively hugs Stephanie, without any thought at all.

Then she stared at me, and I realized my mouth was hanging open. I closed it, then opened it again to say, “Sorry, Steph. It’s just … that’s the first time in 5 years of knowing each other that you’ve called me anything even a little like your brother.”

This scene, the stepsibs acknowledging that they love each other, was one of the main things I was "writing towards" as I discovery-wrote this story.

Notice my "full circle" structure again, as the story begins and ends in the Keller kitchen. It starts with Steph and Rose stripping, and they're still naked (never having gotten dressed in between) at the end.

[Rick thinks about Esau] He wasn't a factor in this any more.

And he is no longer a viewpoint character after that. I wish I did it on purpose.

She pulled back for a moment. “Yes, Master. I am a naughty slave.” Then back to his dick.

“That is it! I’m getting you some professional training! Rick, does your discount apply to Circle-Q slave training? They have a program advertised, two weeks of training by their wranglers.” I could see Steph’s body language change and her head-bobs speed up. She was very excited by the idea.

And this is why Steph is at Circle-Q Trading Post along with Liz in "Liz Enslaved 01: Rug Pull". She even has a brief sexual encounter with Liz, who once thought that Steph's stepbrother Rick was creepy. I might be having too much fun connecting these stories.

Wow, that was long. I hope it held your attention. I hope you liked the story, even more.

Please tell your reaction!

 

[TheWritingGroup]

The WIWAW for this story, submitted the day after it was published, has just gone up 12 days later.

https://www.literotica.com/s/wiwaw-pranked