Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is over 18. This is a work of fantasy, and any relationship to existing people, living or dead, is purely a coincidence. This story contains intense and graphic de***********ions of rape, violence, bondage, and gore. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please take your viewing pleasure elsewhere.
Even though it had been a long time coming, the transition to an NFT - based asset economy still left many financial institutions unprepared. As “every” asset began to be represented by digital ownership, more and more items began to be controlled via the block chain. It started with car registrations and property deeds, but then quickly started to include loans, financial services, health care, even marriage certificates. It wasn’t too long before every item had an NFT representing it, including people! The NFT represented them and their bodily autonomy, and whoever, according to the block chain, “owned” the NFT, owned the person. This was how, through an accidental side effect of an economic revolution, slavery became reintroduced to the United States.
This change came very rapidly, and many banks, unwilling to pay to properly modernize their systems, ended up with websites, apps, and other electronic infrastructure that was woefully insecure. This is where I saw my opportunity to have a bit of fun.
One bank whose tech stack I was reasonably familiar with had one glaring vulnerability: It would allow anyone to request a loan on behalf of anyone else by submitting a smart contract to the block chain. These could be small loans that would get automatically approved, and could have any NFT listed as the collateral. When I discovered this, I went and submitted a request for a loan on behalf of the father of a very attractive girl who lived in the neighborhood. Because she was unmarried, her NFT belonged to her dad, and as such, could be listed as the collateral for the loan.
(FWIW, the dad’s NFT was owned by his father - the girl’s grandfather. Not only women can be slaves in this fantasy world)
The loan I requested was for a few hundred dollars, to be paid back in three days time. If the amount, plus interest, was not paid back, then the NFT for the asset would be automatically revoked by the bank, and the NFT sent to the collections, resale, and auction department. I submitted the request to the blockchain, saw the request picked up by the bank’s chain sweeper algorithms, and a few seconds later, the loan smart contract, along with a few hundred dollars worth of bitcoin, was deposited into the father’s digital wallet.
I then patiently waited for three days while I figured out how the bank asset NFT auction worked. It was an entirely online and automated process - every day, interested parties could specify what kinds of NFTs they’d like to bid on, along with how much they would be willing to pay. Then, the system would take all of these bids, go through the assets that were collected that day, match bids to assets, and sell each asset to the highest bidder, making sure that as many bidders as possible got something, and thus the bank got the most money. This worked great if you knew the exact kind of asset that would be up for auction, as you could specify a particular NFT, and if every other bid also included multiple NFTs, you would be almost certain to get the one you specified, even if you bid very little.
This system handled the blockchain component of the sale, but left the actual buyer with nothing but the right to claim the object represented by the particular NFT. Very convenient for the bank, as it relieved them of having to have a collections department of people running around, but rather annoying for us buyers, as we then have to go physically collect the asset in question. I experimented with the system and ended up paying $3.29 for the NFT to some small diamond ring a few states away. Very neat. I won’t bother collecting that one.
Three days later on a Thursday evening just before midnight I put in the bid request. I listed the girl’s name, her NFT-ID, and that I’d like to pay no more than $30. Promptly at 12:01 Friday morning, I got a notification that a new NFT had been added to my digital wallet in exchange for $27.38. Time to play :)
Friday afternoon, I headed over to their house. I knew she would be home because school had gotten out a few hours ago (she was a senior in highschool) and she would be getting ready for the school’s homecoming dance later that evening. I pulled up to see her outside in her front yard in a gorgeous sparkling homecoming dress with her mother and father taking pictures with her date. Oh boy, would I have some bad news for him. I got out of the car and walked over to the dad.
“Hey Jim! Have you checked out your blockchain wallet recently?”
“Hey Steve! No I can’t say I have, why? What's up?”
Perfect. My plan had worked great. I explained a quick lie to him, that the bank auction site I visited regularly had sold me something strange that morning, and then I pulled out my phone to show him that I owned his daughter. He stared in disbelief, then pulled out his own phone. Sure enough, his digital wallet didn’t have the NFT for his own daughter any more.
“Well surely there must be some kind of mistake! I didn’t put her up for sale, I didn’t take out any loans, I didn’t authorize any transfers!”
“Well sure Jim, but the fact remains that according to the blockchain, I own your daughter, and, just for the safekeeping of my own assets, I need to take her into my custody to make sure nothing happens to her!”
We had a short back and forth where he got increasingly flustered. He threatened to call the police on me, at which point I reminded him that, because I owned her on the blockchain, they’d escort her off with me. His daughter and wife came over at this point, having finished taking photos, with very scared looks on both of their faces. After explaining the situation to them, and the dad yelling at me for a few more minutes, I eventually said:
“Look Jim, I don’t want the cops coming over here and getting involved. Every time they see an angry person, they shoot first and ask questions later. You won’t be able to help your daughter if you’re dead. Let me take her for now, I’ll take care of her over the weekend, and you can call the bank and figure out what’s up Monday morning.”
Perfect, coming across as a caring, good natured neighbor. Luckily, his wife started to see my point of view. After convincing her husband to not call the cops and risk getting shot, the couple let me lead their daughter away to my car. Opening the back seat door for her as a polite gentleman, I looked back to see her date to the dance looking particularly crestfallen.
As soon as we were in the car driving back to my place, she started talking.
“Steve - I’m kind of nervous, what -”
I cut her off “Not Steve. It’s Master to you. You won’t speak unless spoken to, you will follow orders, and you’ll put on these handcuffs and ankle binders if you know what's good for you. You should know, as your owner, I have complete authority over you. I can punish you. I can torture you. I can fuck you in every hole. I can take you down to the butcher and have you cut up to eat you for dinner. I can skin you alive and make a sex doll out of your hide to fuck that instead of you. If you ever want to see your family again, you should do as I say.”
I threw two pairs of cuffs behind me onto her lap in the back seat. In stunned silence, she put the ankle cuffs on right above the high heels she would have been wearing to the dance. In the rear view mirror as she did this, I saw up her dress and caught a glimpse of her black lacy underwear while she was lifting her feet messing with the ankle restraints. I would be seeing a lot more in a few minutes. She put on the handcuffs and was silent for the rest of the drive. Smart girl, she knew how to follow directions.
When we got back to my place, I parked the car in the garage and closed the garage door. I got out, went around, flung open her door, reached down, grabbed her legs, and pulled them out of the car while pushing her forward onto the seat. She gasped as her face landed into the back seat cushions, but didn’t say anything. Like this, facedown in the backseat of my car, legs hanging out of the door, and ass perfectly presented to me, I hiked up her sparkly homecoming dress to take in a gorgeous view of her legs and butt. I pulled down the little sexy underwear that I had seen earlier to reveal a tight round ass and a little mound of a cleanly shaven pussy. I guess she had been expecting to get some action tonight, but probably not like this.
I’m sure she expected me to bury my penis into her vagina, or even her ass, but first I threw my face into her pussy. Licking and exploring all around with my tongue, she gasped, shivered, and started breathing heavily. I probed her tight little cunt lips with my tongue, exploring her little folds and clit. I felt her starting to get wet, with moisture coming from her rather than my saliva. As I kept at it, I felt her start fighting against me, trying to kick or buck or push me away. I pushed on her back, my hand on her dress, holding her down to the car while putting my knees on her cuffed legs, holding them against the concrete floor of the garage, scuffing up whatever nice heels she was wearing.
Deciding that she was wet enough, and with my own erection already straining at my pants, I pulled myself free, let down my pants, and, positioning myself behind her, lined up at her opening.
At this point, even knowing my previous warnings and commands to her, she started pleading:
“Wait, please, don’t - I’ve never had a guy this way before! I swear, please, you told dad you’d take good care of me, not -”
I cut her off at this point by grabbing the back of her head (through all of the fancy hair she was wearing for the dance) and shoving her face into the cushions of the car. Her makeup would probably end up staining the seat, but I’d deal with that later. Face full of seat cushion, her words were muffled and I proceeded to insert myself inside of her.
She was incredibly warm and tight, pushing against my cock and resisting my entry. Turns out she wasn’t lying - that homecoming date hadn’t beat me to this part. I thrust in and held myself there, enjoying the moment. One hand on the small of her back (the dress was pushed up pretty high at this point, clustering just around her chest), the other still holding her head down, I started to thrust a bit quicker. She started moaning and shuddering, afraid that I would fill her tight little pussy with my cum. I pushed in and out, leaning forwards to see her face, screwed up in pain and fear. Her makeup was all messed up, and her hair wouldn’t be fit for any homecoming pictures any time soon. Getting a waft of some perfume she had on, I held her tight against me as I thrust tight into her cunt and unloaded my seed deep into her womb. She shuddered in disgust again through her whole body as I lay there on top of her, in the back seat of my car, in my dingy garage, my penis pumping cum into her. It felt very pleasurable.
Once I had spent my load, I got up, grabbed her handcuffed wrists, and led her into the house. She was having to hop weirdly in her heels with her ankles cuffed together, her underwear having fallen down, still caught on the cuffs. She started crying as she tripped and fell, tears spilling out of her eyes as semen leaked out of her pussy. I pulled her back up to her feet and dragged her to the spare bedroom. I lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. I had spent a little time preparing the room for this, and had some chains ready. I secured her wrists to the headboard then proceeded to uncuff her ankles. I secured one each to the two sides of the foot of the bed, throwing away her underwear as I did so, so she was face up, legs splayed open in an upside down “Y” position.
I left her there crying while I went and got myself some dinner.
After eating, I came back ready for a second round. The night was still young after all, and all of her friends at the dance would probably only now be hearing the news that she would not be joining them. Also, as it was Friday evening, there was still so much time left in the weekend before her father would be able to call the bank Monday morning. Things were looking up.
Looking over her body, I decided it was time to deflower her anus. I placed a pillow under her ass so her pelvic area was being presented to me, and then proceeded to remove her dress. Unzipping it out from under her proved to be a little challenging, so I got a knife to slice it down the front.
She gasped again when I pulled out the knife, and started shuddering when I got close to her chest with it, and then, visibly relieved when I started cutting the dress and not her, was almost happy to let her bra and pussy be shown to the world. I cut away her lacy bra too, exposing her lush beautiful breasts to my eyes for the first time. Her bra had matched her panties, pitty I’d thrown the panties out. I let the remains of the dress stay underneath her, so she looked like a candy bar that had been unwrapped, ready to eat.
My dick was already getting hard at seeing her presented as such, so I climbed on top of her, one knee on each side of her chest. I grabbed her two perky little nipples, and, pulling on them, proceeded to give myself a little titty fuck. My dick got rock hard feeling her smooth white boobs rubbing against my cock, and the tears that had rolled down her face earlier began to flow again. I paused titty fucking her and rubbed my penis around on her face, getting it a little wet from her tears and smearing her makeup around, then I climbed back, positioned myself at her ass hole, and shoved.
Honestly, it was pretty painful. Unlubricated, it was very hard to push inside of her, and, though the moisture from her tears was sexy, it did little to help push inside. Her super tight sphincter pushed back at me while I tried to shoved my way in, and as I pressed, she started to pant and moan in pain as the ankle chains bit into her flesh, holding her in place. After a little while of this, I pulled back, spat on her pussy and ass hole, and tried again. This time she started to really scream, but I got myself firmly inside of her. Holding her tight to me, I started thrusting, and I knew that, even though it would be the second time that night, I’d cum quite quickly. After just a few pumps, her ass muscles, which had been pulsating on my cock the whole time, pushed me over the edge. I started filling up her ass with a few pumps of my seed before I pulled out and spent the remainder of it on her face and breasts.
After finishing off with another little titty fuck to pump the last of my cum onto her chest, I wiped my dick off with her hair, getting shit, cum, sweat, and a little bit of blood into what was left of her homecoming hairdo.
Satisfied with my first NFT asset retrieval experience, I left her lying there chained up for the rest of the night. Knowing how bad the bank’s customer service was, it would likely be a week or more before the bank would even respond to Jim’s inquiry, and probably twice that before they figured out what the problem was, and probably a full month or more until a fix was made to the system. In that time, there were many more NFTs I wanted to collect.
About a week later, I sent Jim an email. I said after considering the matter, I’d be happy to rent his daughter back to him for most of the year. He could continue to raise her, send her to college, look after her as a father, and do everything else that society expected of him, provided of course that he paid me a reasonable, neighborly sum. However, to ensure that I could check on my assets and ensure they weren’t being devalued, I would require that she be delivered to me for two weeks a year.
Jim wrote back immediately agreeing. He and his wife had been distraught the last few days of not having their daughter. I coded up the NFT smart contract, which he promptly agreed to, and the deal was sealed. (This, conveniently, also closed the investigation that the bank had been conducting.) Once I had unloaded enough cum into his daughter to ensure that she would be pregnant, and getting a positive pregnancy test just to be sure, I drove her back over to their house where I dropped her off in the front yard wearing nothing but handcuffs and her scuffed heels.
She produced a couple children for me over the years as my sex slave, as we lived in Texas and abortions are not legal. As we were not married, she had the sole responsibility of raising the children, and with some more funky NFT smart contract shenanigans, I got the value of the children as NFT assets to stay tied to my digital wallet. I’ll decide what to do with them in maybe a decade or two, but for now, my latest investment is growing in her womb.