Previous Post "They look just like the elf-boys that Fred Perry draws in his porn comics," Glitch beamed at the trio of young Caphan men, barely clad in loincloths and barely of age to be considered adults in their society. "They're of prime breeding stock," the newly minted slave-mistress patted the buttocks of her chattel. Women had only recently been granted the right to own male slaves on Caph, but already the free market was starting to expand, to fill in the freshly-created gaps in supply and demand. "Even if I was capable of reproducing with organic men, that's not really what I'm in the market for," Glitch winced, as she struggled to explain. "I'm more interested in ... renting than buying. Don't you have a program like NetFlix, where you send me one, and I could keep him until I was done playing with him, and then send me the next one as soon as I send him back?" "Ah," the older Caphan woman smirked appreciatively. "Even though the law has only just been changed, you're not the first lady to inquire about acquiring her own pleasure-harem. Unfortunately, the males of our society are slow to embrace change, which is why young bucks like these," here, she swatted one of the young Caphan men across the buttocks, "are at a premium, especially considering their ... untouched status." Glitch's optic lenses widened with excitement. "You mean ..." "They are virgins," the slave-mistress confirmed, "although they have already been well-trained in the arts of oral pleasure, and unlike most older men, they are eager to learn ... and to serve." She shrugged. "I suspect this will become a generational divide in the male mentality, in the years to come ..." "That's all well and good," Glitch cleared her vocal chords with a cough, "but I can't be expected commit to a purchase unless I can get a better look at the merchandise." "My lady is a discriminating consumer," the slave-mistress tilted her head deferentially. "You may examine the wares, as long as their ... pristine condition is preserved." Glitch dropped to her knees with a grin, and picked the young Caphan man with the most promising bulge in his loincloth. His oiled green body was muscular yet lean, and his facial features were handsome but almost feminine, as he bit his lower lip in anticipation of his inspection, by the strangely attractive mechanical woman who might become his next slave-mistress. "Oh, wow," Glitch gushed, as she tore off his loincloth with a tug. "Interracial porn was right! Organic boys really do come in different colors down there! They're like iMacs!" She frowned as she hefted his growing hardness in her palm. "Still ... it's a lot smaller and softer than a comparable Cybertronian model," she appraised, as her thoughts drifted to a differently-colored boy, one with caramel skin and Al B. Harper for a father. "Oh, well," she shrugged. "Let's see how you handle ..."

...was how did women so quickly come to own themselves AND slaves. I would have thought it would take a lot longer for that to trickle down into Caph society. Perhaps the woman's owner was killed during the Parody War and she ended up with possession of his sons under the new rules?

...and then she them pimps out. Eww...

~Hat~