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Diana pulled the Reich Minister along in the cart as briskly as she could manage wearing the huge heels and harness she had been outfitted with. It was very common to see the streets teeming with carts being pulled by pony slaves, it was more economical than a gas powered vehicle since the massive Nazi war machine still consumed most of the world’s petroleum supplies. It also shielded the driver from attacks by rebels using explosives, the résistance fighters were loathe to blow up their own people.
Fashionably clad women, there were more in the capital than anywhere else in the former United States since there were more upper class citizens concentrated here, were the envy of the world as they drove stylish carts or buggy’s pulled by the finest specimen of male slaves controlled by brutal bondage devices clamped to their groins as well as the harsh bits in their mouth., and most men of the upper tier had a favorite pony girl in their stable. It was almost a social requirement and there were even races held in the park.
Many human horses pulled heavily laden carts filled with various freight about the city as well, this where older draft animals usually ended up once they lost their “curb appeal” and their looks didn’t reflect on the owners social status.
The Reich Minister enjoyed his open air jaunts with his cart pulled by the once proud warrior princess of the Amazons. It served to remind the conquered people of the former US who ruled most of the word now. And looking at Wonder Woman’s spectacular ass as she pulled the cart was a nice benefit. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat as he encouraged her for more speed with his buggy whip, the restorative powers of her belt having toned that once derelict shell of a prisoner nearly back to the finely chiseled Amazon she had been decades ago.
The Reich Minister was in a hurry, he had spent to long playing with Diana this morning and he was running late so he was pushing her harder than usual, he actually had her breathing pretty hard for a change. “Good, it will tone that ass even more” he was thinking to himself when he heard a female voice scream, “no you will hit her !” and then the air around him seemed to explode.
The concussion from the blast sent his cart over on its side, the flash temporarily blinding him. His mind registered it was an attack and as the cart spilled him onto the ground instinct took over as he rolled away and took cover, drawing the Walther Pistol he always carried. He heard rounds from a sub machine gun, probably an MP40 striking around him as his eyes cleared..
He was a veteran of many campaigns and knew to look around quickly while using his cover. He spotted the shooter, it was a large male, with the very attractive woman he saw enter the school just seconds ago. The shooter had dropped a rocket propelled grenade launcher; it lay at his feet as he switched to the MP40. The German took quick aim, the shooter made a fatal mistake of shooting from an open position, the Walther barked twice and just like in the text books a third eye appeared in the shooter forehead with a gush of brains and blood. The second tore his heart to pieces and he dropped like a stone.
Solaria cried, “OH HERA NO! WILLIAM!” as her companion died instantly. She had knocked the RPG aside as he had aimed at the Reich Minister when she realized it would kill the tall slave girl pulling the cart, a slave girl that looked very familiar! She took off running as fast as she could after William crumpled to the sidewalk dead as a stone, she heard the German’s bullets whizzing past her ears as she fled.
The Reich Minister was amazed he had missed the fleeing women, he didn’t miss often, it was her incredible speed that saved her, “A FUCKING AMAZON!” he declared. He rounded up several soldiers nearby and ordered them to give chase, but he knew she was gone for now. Her amazing speed and agility caused him to miss, he didn’t miss often! “DAMN IT!” he swore.
He turned to Diana and the damaged cart; she was still tangled in the wreckage because her arms were bound in a mono sleeve behind her. He was surprised when he saw she was still breathing, but she was clearly severely injured. “Well I see they didn’t kill you!” he exclaimed.”Lucky for both of us they missed!” He stepped away to attend to the gather throng and the soldiers that rushed to his aid.
A Gestapo Colonel arrived in minutes and began organizing the hunt for the escaped woman and clean up. “Glad to see you are unhurt Reich Minister!” he exclaimed, “That could have been very bad!”
“Yes, lucky indeed!” the Nazi Leader replied.
“Should I put your mare out of her misery?” the Colonel asked, un- holstering his own Lugar. “Or do you prefer to do it yourself? Her legs are broken, I believe her arms are as well and she is coughing up blood, I expect her lung is punctured. There may be brain damage as well from a massive concussion the Veterinarian I had looking at her tells me.”
The Reich Marshall walked over to where the overturned cart lay crumpled with his slave still harnessed to it. The Vet was injecting her with some pain killers as he looked down, “Is it as the Colonel informs me?”
“Yes Reich Marshall, I am surprised she still lives” the animal doctor proclaimed. “It is a shame, she was a very fine animal, the kind that makes a man proud to own!”
“You have no idea doctor!” the Nazi proclaimed as he knelt, “Leave us please”
He lifted Diana’s head and stared into her blurry eyes, “Can you her me Wonder Woman?”
“Yeeeeessshhh” she managed to slur, drooling as she did, “hurts bad…”
“I am afraid you are badly injured Prisoner 001” he advised her, “Now I am going to have to euthanize you I am afraid”
“N…..no” the wounded Amazon pleaded, “d…don’t want die…”
“No one does!” he laughed, “but you are beyond saving”
“Use belt” she slobbered, “save me please”
“If I use your belt too much you will become too powerful for me to control” he reminded her. “An Amazon at full power is a dangerous thing!”
“S…swear… loyal” she gasped, “please m…master, hurts… h…heal me… I…s…swear, loyal…Amazon oath unbreakable…”
“You SWEAR on your Amazonian soul to serve me faithfully no matter what I demand?’ he asked.
“O…only thing…. Can not reveal island location” she begged as she began to fade, “everything else…all yours…to command!”
He considered it for a long moment, “Colonel, bring me a fast car at once, help me load her!”
The speeding car had them back to his mansion in just a few moments; Diana could feel her belt radiating its healing power as he held it over her broken body.
“One more time, give your Amazonian oath to obey me instantly and without question for the rest of your life” he demanded. “Submit as my slave!”
“I….I…swear” Diana gasped, her voice wheezed as a trickle of blood accompanied her vow, “I am your s…salve master. Please, don’t want to die!”
“Very well then slave” he placed the belt over her chest.
It was like she had been struck by lightning, her body jerked and spasmed as the belt poured its energy into her shattered body. He had seen it healing her slowly before of course, but now in response to her urgent need the process was speeded up a hundred times its previous levels.
“OOOOWWWWWWWWWW!” she screamed as the healing process caused untold agony as bones knitted and flesh healed in hours instead of months. Her screams of pain continued all day and through the night. The Reich Marshall had received several reports about the attack on him via phone as she screamed in the other room.
“Herr Reich Marshall, we have determined the two that attacked you were part of the résistance movement, but it appears they were acting as a duo, not as part of a larger group, the Gestapo Colonel informed him. “We will of course interrogate her, she will be talking soon”
“Thank you Colonel, please keep me informed” the Nazi leader requested.
Solaria was in a state of panic as she fled into the sewers where the resistance had their headquarters, the vision of William’s death would not leave her brain as she ran. They had decided since her cover was likely blown to step up and make a huge statement attack by killing the Reich Minister that commanded the continent before Solaria had to flee. She and William had recruited Kathryn to act as their look out in the hastily planned attack.
The resistance commander was furious when she arrived, “How could you do this without my permission Solaria? You have jeopardized everything we have worked for! William is dead, we have not heard from Kathryn since you blown attack, what happened out there? Why did the RPG miss? William was an expert with that weapon, at that range…’
“I… I caused him to miss” Solaria admitted, “I knocked his aim off.”
“W…why would you do that?” the résistance commander asked incredulously, “You had the Reich Minister dead to rights, and YOU ruined William’s aim? What the hell were you thinking?”
“It would have killed the cart pony” Solaria defended her action, “It has been a long standing rule we don’t kill slaves.”
“Damn it Solaria, sometimes there is collateral damage!” the resistance commander exploded, “Sacrifices have to be made, the price is high, but you could have actually KILLED the Reich Minister that oppresses our people, given them hope, let them know there are still people fighting off the Nazis. It is regrettable we must sometimes accept this collateral damage, but it is inevitable. This was a Reich Minister, second only to the fuehrer himself for God’s sake, not some bumbling sergeant. You should not have interfered with William Solaria.”
“B…but I think it was my cousin Diana pulling that cart!” the Amazon fired back, “I am almost sure it was Wonder Woman herself!”
“I am afraid you cannot remain here Solaria” the commander told her, “It will get too hot soon.. We will have to disband and hide for years thanks to you actions, and you didn’t even kill the bastard you were after! Even in that blond wig I recognized you from the security cameras, its just a matter of time until they figure out who you are Claire and come after you and everyone you know.”
Stunned at his vehemence Solaria left the sewer in a daze, stupidly she headed back to her apartment to grab her meager belongings so she could disappear. Renaldo was waiting for her when she opened her door. That fat bald building manager slash block warden sat on a chair, a hopeful look on his grubby, jowly face. “So, what is your decision Claire?’
She had no choice, she needed a place to hide the words tasted like acid, “I came home early to accept your kind offer Renaldo!”
Renaldo was a slime ball, but he wasn’t stupid, “Lie to me again you big cunt and I will call the authorities! I know who you were sneaking off to at night Claire; I have the names of all your friends in a nice neat file…”
Almost faster than he could see she had him by the throat, “Where you bastard, where is this file?”
“Somewhere you can’t get it you stupid bitch” he bluffed. He really didn’t even have a file, or any names. He seen the same security feeds on the news channels the Resistance commander had viewed and just guessed correctly she was part of the resistance after seeing the items in her room. “They are safely hidden where you can’t find them, and if you don’t let go of me or anything happens to me, they will automatically be sent to the proper ministries and all your friends will be rounded up and arrested. The lucky ones will die right then, the others well… I may pick out a pretty one as my reward for turning you in cunt! To replace you as my wife since you have blown any chance of that!”
“I would rather die than be yours!” Solaria proclaimed firmly, “but I have no choice, I am agreeing to become yours Renaldo, if you agree to some things”
“I can’t wait to own you!” he growled, “I want to fuck you like the bitch you are, bent over that table like a cheap whore you uppity cunt! So will you trade your virginity to save the lives of your comrades, or let them die to preserve your pride?”
“”Look, Renaldo, I can’t….I won’t…” she stammered, cornered, at a loss of a way out. She couldn’t let him kill all those résistance fighters, and she could not just kill him, it would violate her moral code and the people would die anyway.
“It is your choice bitch, I am taking a hell of a risk not turning you in, and I expect a hell of a reward” he proclaimed.
Once again she was trapped; it seemed all the fates were against her, she tried to bargain, “Please Renaldo, I could …. Could do like I did in the hall the other night, please, wouldn’t that be enough?’
“No” he answered instantly, “It’s your cherry tonight or nothing whore. It is the only thing I will risk my life for, you have a choice, and you better make it by the time I count to five…one!” She seemed to wilt under pressure, a fact he was counting on if he did not give her time to weigh her options she might just fall for his bluff. “Two! Three!”
“Please, I need time to think” she pleaded
He stepped forward and cupped her breast, she didn’t slap his hand away, she just tried to step back, when she did she bumped into the very table he intended to bend her over. “FOUR!” his voice rose, “LIFT THAT DRESS OVER YOUR HEAD OR YOUR COMRADES DIE!”
Here was nowhere else to go, no way to run, no way out, “Please” she begged, tears filling those startling blue eyes, “Renaldo, you can’t make me do this! Please, not like this, you don’t understand…”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK CUNT!” he was screaming now, “FIVE! Get the dress off or condemn your comrades to a horrible death! I bet they impale them! Or hang them in concertina wire nets so they die nice and slow as an example to all traitors! Their blood will be on YOUR hands cunt unless your blood is on my cock! Some bastard is going to pop that cherry and I might as well be the one bitch!”
He tugged at her simple short tunic, “Last chance slut!”
She saw the madness, the lust in his eyes; she knew he was capable of killing all those people to just have her for a few moments. She couldn’t put them to such a horrible death to preserve her pride. She pushed his hand away from her dress, her jaw clinched in rage. She grasped the bottom of the rough shapeless state issue dress and lifted it over her own head; she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of stripping her. But she had miscalculated again.
“I know I could make you strip for me bitch!” he laughed as he examined her like a side of hanging meat. His cock was practically bursting from his trousers in anticipation of being buried deep in her virgin twat soon. “The rest of it slut” he demanded she remove the course undergarments of women in her caste. “I bet you would look great in some frilly silk lingerie!” he added, “But as my property I guess we will have time to find out won’t we.
She removed the last pieces of her Government Issue clothing; she covered her crotch with her hands as she stood in front of the table in that tiny run down ghetto apartment. She realized she was going to have to satisfy this pig of a man to save the lives of her comrades, but it did not mean she had to enjoy it! It was still rape, even if she submitted.
“Drop your hands cunt, let me see my reward” he crowed. When she moved her hands and he saw her nearly bald pussy for the first he jaw dropped when he realized what a prize he had won.
“Renaldo, here is the only way I will agree to sign my rights over to you” she counted on her looks to stun him for a moment and give her an opening. “I will give you those “blow jobs” as you call them until the papers become official. I am officially a ward of the state until they are processed. Once they are I want an official wedding, if you are patient enough for that I will be yours, willingly, with a few rules.”
“RULES!” he bellowed loudly, “I am the man, and I will make the rules bitch and you WILL obey them, not make them. I hold all the trump cards, I hold your life, and that of all your friends in my hand and you know it.”
She placed her hands behind her head and arched her back, “Here is how it could go Renaldo. IF you agree to certain allowances I will obey your every command. I will be waiting for you to come home like a dutiful wife, if not; I walk out of here and take my chances out there!”
He looked her up and down, he actually drooled a little as he did. He knew a man like him could never have a woman like that, not willingly anyway. She was offering herself, but with strings attached, he knew she could cause him untold grief, but he had never seen a body like hers. The thought of her catering to his every whim, his every lust, drove him to make a deal. “All right, I agree to this. Whenever I am home once we are married you are mine, period, no debate, no talking, you just obey. I will leave you a virgin until our wedding night, then you will mount me, you will give your cherry to me willingly. YOU will lower yourself onto my cock and accept me as your master. Until then you are still mine, you will do everything a wife would do. You will call me Sir; you will give me your body on demand, is that clear?”
The cornered Amazon considered her options; she really didn’t have any other than to sign herself over into his hands. The question was what she could negotiate from the deal. “I will be yours, perfectly obedient for eight hours a day. The other sixteen I will be free to come and go as I please.” To aid in her negotiations she swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and took his hand and placed it on her own breast.
The heat from her firm smooth flesh seemed to almost burn his palm as he gently, well as gently as low life like him could manage, squeezed the perfect tan globe. He felt the nipple rub his palm as he did. Then he realized her ploy, “NO DEAL! You are mine, period, or out the door you go! Twenty four hours, seven days a week slut! You won’t last an hour out there, you will be pulling carts like that stupid bitch that got blown up this morning on the news! Besides, what business does a wife have skulking around while her husband is not around? You got a boyfriend or something?’
She moved his hand from her breasts, sliding it down her sleek flank, letting it follow the perfect curve of her ass. “Renaldo, you can have me, you and you alone, but I will continue doing what I am doing, it is too important for me to stop even if it means my life.” She stepped up against him; he could feel her tits rubbing his chest, mere inches from his face since she was taller than him. He could feel those perfect nipples swelling through his shirt as his other hand joined its mate caressing her firm young heart shaped ass. “All yours for eight long hours…every day for the rest of your life” she whispered seductively as she knew how which probably wasn’t all that seductive since she had never spoken to a man that way. But conversely he had never had a live female talk to him like that; it was a siren’s song to him.
He mustered the strength to pull back a bit, “NO DEAL! You will be my wife and my property or there is no deal! That’s my final offer, take it or leave it! You will be home to serve me, I know you are up to something and I am sure the Gestapo would love to ask you about it!””
“But Renaldo” she started to argue for more time, she needed him as a cover story if she was going to remain in the capitol where she could hurt the Nazis the most, the only place she could make a real difference. She decided her pride was a small price to pay. She figured she could sneak out when she needed to, or even drug him when required to complete her missions, plus she wouldn’t be teaching anymore, she would have more time. The downside is she wouldn’t be able to overhear the sons and daughters of important people discussing what their parents were talking about. Perhaps she could balance that with what her party Official “husband” might reveal. He did attend Nazi Party meetings, albeit at a low level…
“Very well Renaldo” she gave in finally, left with no choice, not if she wanted to continue to fight the Nazis in the capitol where maybe, just maybe she could still be effective while the résistance regrouped after her blunder this morning. She had made a horrible mistake and now she was going to pay. “I will sign the papers tomorrow”
He grabbed her arm, “you will sign them today, I have a friend at the ministry, he will wait for us to get there if we are late. Come on, we need to hurry!”
“I’m naked” she protested.
“I don’t give a FUCK!” he snarled, “Grab that dress, leave the rest! Let’s go! Let people see my wife and wish they had one!”
So only wearing the clunky state issued boots and the coarsely woven tunic he marched her the ten blocks to the Ministry of Property Registration. He had already grabbed her papers from his files, al tenants of her caste were required to file their papers with the block captain to discourage free movement.
He led her down the street; she walked one or two steps behind as required by law in her short tunic that showed her every curve from her ample breasts to her perfectly curved ass which swayed side to side provocatively in her natural stride. The fabric was rough, it rubbed her nipples as they subtly moved under the thin cloth causing them to stiffen slightly. In the sunlight her tan skin and raven hair appeared perfect and healthy as she followed him into the Ministry building to sign her life away.
Renaldo looked at a sign in the lobby, then pointed to some stairs, “Third floor, room 305” He indicated he was going to follow her, to stare at her ass climbing the stairs no doubt. He could not believe his good fortune, he was going to have a world class female as his wife, even if she were lower caste, she was far more lovely than he deserved and he knew it. She would be trouble, he was aware she was up to something, but he was sure he could break her of it given time.
“Herr Renaldo” a man in a cheap suit greeted them in room 305, the rest of the building’s occupants had left for the weekend, “is this the property you wish to title?”
“Yes” Renaldo answered, “Yes Ernst it is”
“Solaria would never get used to be referred to as “property” she thought as she stood silently, her eyes down cast.
“Are you doing this willingly?” the official asked her.
“Of course” she whispered, the words burning her throat.
“Very well then, remove your garment” the clerk demanded.
“W…why?” Solaria stammered.
“I need to take pictures and record Herr Renaldo’s new property in case you are ever stolen or run away bitch, do not question me again female!” he snarled, and make sure you do not belong to someone else already, make sure you are not stolen or missing property, now strip!”
THAT drove the enormity of her sacrifice home to the dark haired beauty, he was going to own her completely in the eyes of the law.
“Stop fucking around Claire” Renaldo commanded, “he needs to check your serial numbers.”
“It was like he was buying a car” she thought. Out loud she proclaimed, “I was never tattooed, it was not required…”
“No problem” Ernst declared, “Put your right hand palm down there after you strip!” He pointed to a glass screen.
“Well I brought this on myself!” she thought as she pulled her tunic over her head, “might as well get this over with!”
Naked as the day she was born she placed her hand on the scanner, Ernst watched a screen for a moment before declaring, “Very good Claire, now stand on that mat on the floor, hands behind your head, fingers interlaced, feet at shoulder with!”
He produced a laser measuring device and exclaimed, “Computer, record!” A disembodied mechanical female voice replied, “Property recording program opened, please begin.”
The clerk pointed the laser at her and began recording various measurements such as height, weight, hair and eye color as well as breasts size and hip width. “I must say Renaldo, she is an excellent specimen, and those are perfect child bearing hips! Where ever did you find her?’
“She showed up on my door step, the Education Ministry sent her over for an apartment” Renaldo answered truthfully.
“Would you ever consider selling her?’ the clerk asked hopefully.
“No, at least not right now” Renaldo answered to Solaria’s relief, “I will keep her until she displeases me or I tire of her!”
“I can’t imagine tiring of this!” the clerk laughed as he stroked her crotch, eliciting a shocked “hey!” from the trapped Amazon. “It is about as sweet as I have examined in years!” “Well the scan is complete; we have her in the property data base, the computer is printing the paper work as we speak, ah, there it is!” Several pages appeared out of a printer next to the desk in the grimy office.
The whole time she stood there and the men discussed her fate Solaria felt less and less human, it was demeaning to the very core the hand fate had given her. “No, I did this to myself!” she thought, “How often was I counseled about hasty action? Now I pay the ultimate price.”
The clerk laid the papers on the desk, “I need her to sign at the X’s if she can write her name, and you sign under her, accepting responsibility for her as well as ownership rights”
Renaldo pointed, “Sign them Claire, and begin your new life as my wife.”
Her hands shook as she took the offered pen from the clerk, a tear drop stained the contract as she scribbled her name on the ownership papers. Renaldo took the pen, his hand shook as well, but for a completely different reason, he found himself unable to stop grinning as he made her his.
“Since she is not tattooed, do you wish t have her implanted with a tracking device Renaldo?’ Ernst asked, “its cheap insurance in case she goes missing.”
“How much?” Renaldo asked.
“Only fifty Marks” the clerk informed him, “Well worth the cost considering the quality of the merchandise! That would make the total fee 250.00 Marks.”
“Damn!” Renaldo swore, “I only have 225 with me!”
“The property could pay for it” the Clerk offered, “her belongings will belong to you when she signs the papers”
“She has nothing” Renaldo advised.
The clerk laughed, “She has a warm sweet mouth Renaldo, I would use that in trade, I would not expect you to give up that pussy, not the day you acquired her anyway.”
“NO!” Claire cried as she realized what the Clerk was asking in payment in lue of cash, “I am not a whore Renaldo!”
He snarled in a nasty tone, “You are my property cunt! You will pay the man with your mouth! Get on your knees and suck his cock! Thank him for giving your owner a great deal when you finish!”
The fat block warden shoved down on Solaria’s shoulders, she wanted to kill them both, she could easily but that would blow her cover, so she was going to have to blow this clerk who already had his cock out. “At least it isn’t very big!” Solaria exclaimed before thinking it through. The little low level Nazi bastard back handed her hard across her face, spinning her head on her neck
It didn’t hurt the Amazon much, not physically, but having to kneel there and take it took a toll on her soul that hurt worse than any physical pain as yet again she was forced to endure the humiliation of a man abusing her.
She was still reeling from the backhand, or the implication of what it meant when she felt his smallish cock pressing against her deep red lips. “Open your mouth” the clerk demanded pushing against her face demanding entrance to her throat. Her lips had barely parted before he shoved his whole length into her mouth! “Suck it you American whore, suck the cock of a member of the master race!”
The nasty little man fucked her face frantically with his small prick, Solaria felt him spurt his meager load in a matter of seconds and she easily swallowed his thin watery cum. “THERE AMERICAN BITCH! WHAT DO THINK OF A REAL MAN, A GERMAN!” He screamed at the top of his lungs like a maniac as he raped her face with his tiny penis, “All women should be glad to have a German fuck their undeserving mouths, it is an honor!
Solaria almost wanted to laugh, Ernst was a pitiful little man, hardly a great example of a people calling themselves the “master race” but she managed to keep her mouth shut, she knew it would just get her punished.
The Nazi official then wiped his cock off using her long dark tresses, “Your bill is paid Herr Renaldo for the implantation. Have it stand and bend over my desk and I will install it!”
“You heard the man!” Renaldo commanded, “Your roaming the streets at night is over!”
Solaria was distraught, “Please Renaldo, you don’t need this, just have him deduct the 50 marks from your other bill! I swear I won’t run away, please. Don’t mark me like a dog! Please!”
The fat guy grabbed her neck and forced her to bend over the desk, “Go ahead Ernst, tag this bitch!”
Solaria felt the Nazi clerk’s hands roam up her ass, looking for the place to implant the radio transmitter. “OOOOWWWWWWWWWW!” she cried as he jammed a huge needle between to vertebra in her lower spine. She felt the needle scrap bone as he drove it in under her spine from an angle.
“There!” Ernst declared, “It is the size of a grain of rice, but the battery is good for a decade if you shut it down when she is locked up Renaldo, just go to your computer, I will give you the pass key. Now slut, listen carefully, that device is designed to fuse to the bone it is resting against. It will also deploy backwards facing spines, if you try to have it removed it will be VERY unpleasant I assure you. Once the battery dies the device will deteriorate and the body will dissolve it. It will send a signal when the battery starts to fail so we can implant a new device. Renaldo, you should have this one retested, I believe her offspring will be able to register as second class, she has classic Aryan features, shame she tested so poorly, she is a beauty. Should you decide to sell I would make you a nice offer, my wife and I are looking for a new pet!”
“I will keep that in mind Ernst, thank you again for staying open late” Solaria’s new owner said gleefully.
“The paperwork will be complete in a few days, maybe up to two weeks before it is recorded” the Clerk advised him. “I wouldn’t breed her before they clear and you marry her, just in case. You don’t want to be stuck with unregister able brats, of course if she did produce a daughter, I would buy her.”
“You sick bastards” Solaria could not restrain the words from flying off her tongue.
Renaldo back handed her sharply, “Everything you own, or produce belongs to me, even your whelps!” He smacked her again for good measure, “If you humiliate me again like that in public, I will have your vocal chords removed bitch! Now let’s get you home, it is time to get you broken in as a housewife.”
“My dress” she exclaimed as he tugged her leash.
“Carry it” he ordered, “I want to show off my new property”
The walk home was the most humiliating hour of her life as she was led along naked as the day she was born. She was in fact a striking beauty, in a city where nearly every woman was naked, or nearly so, she stood out like a beacon in the fog. “We will get you a pretty harness Claire, I think blue, no red or burgundy that will help that lazy posture” her new owner told her as they marched home. “I want my property to look its best! Maybe white latex suit for our wedding, crotch less of course for easy access. I want everyone in th building see you take the vows of wifely duty.”
Under the Nazis marriage was no longer a religious ceremony, it was more of a societal affirmation of the property rights of a female being bound to the man. A license served more as a title than a union of kindred spirits in love. Some marriages did in fact happen between a couple in love, but that was rare these days, mostly reserved for the upper classes of citizens, those lower in society were forced into marriages of convenience or desperation. A comely daughter was often a way to raise one‘s social ranking and even financial status. Pussy was a second currency in these dark days.
As a “wife” Solaria would lose all property rights because she had agreed to become property, it wouldn’t make sense to have piece of property owning another piece of property, which would be like a toaster owning a salt shaker. As soon as the paper work Ernst had filed was finalized and the blood test done, she was his, period, to do almost anything with he pleased.
Sure there were flowery words in the Nazi Constitution purporting to protect all citizens, but in truth animal cruelty laws carried more bite. Men were not going to prosecute men for abusing women anymore. Not women at Claire’s level certainly.
The noble Amazon had accepted servitude in hopes of continuing her war against the Nazis, a battle that had consumed billions of human lives thus far without success as the jack booted regime had conquered most of the planet now. Conquered it right down to the point Solaria was being led on a leash in the gathering twilight and her great beauty notwithstanding, no one seemed to notice as there were literally thousands just like her, all around her females were in the same position she was in. Not only females but men as well belonging to undesirable races or castes, many now eunuchs were paraded just as she was along the broad avenues of the capital city.
Her new owner stopped at an open air café for his evening meal. “I am hungry Claire, and I have other ways to spend our first evening together besides you cooking my meal!” he laughed. Each table had a hitching post next to it, he tied Claire’s leash to it as he sat in a chair pulled back by a female slave working in the restaurant.
“Beer!” he commanded the slave, water for my bitch!” He ordered the sausage for his dinner as he watched the city pass by in it’s never ending hustle and bustle. He noted with great satisfaction no man that passed by had a better looking female in tow, regardless of caste. “I am grateful for the day you walked into my building!” Renaldo exclaimed, “Who knew you would end up belonging to me! I cannot wait for the paperwork to be finalized; I think I would like two sons, although I have a standing offer for a female out of you! I may just keep you bred for a long time Claire.
Solaria’s heart sank, she had thought she would be able to manipulate this old fat man using her overwhelming natural attributes.
“You will overcome this!” Solaria declared to herself, “You are Amazon Royalty! You will not be enslaved by this fat nasty little man; you will use him as you need to defeat these Nazi bastards! You can not let the freedom loving people of this world down because you are suffering a setback! Stop wallowing in self pity and get on with the war against these tyrants! I swear I will not submit, to just give up and accept this! NO I WILL NOT!” She knew having the tracking device would be painful and expensive, but it could be done when the time was right.
As he ate his dinner Renaldo smiled as he looked at his new prize tied to the slave hitching post, he envisioned her with her belly swollen with his child, her breasts full with milk. He imagined milking her like a cow, using the cream in his morning coffee as she sucked his cock under the table. He could sell the offspring for a lot of money; he already had a possible buyer in Ernst.
Solaria had no idea that her cousin was experiencing some of the same feeling of helplessness on the other side of town under a completely different set of circumstances.
Only a few days after she should have died Diana was sitting up, her body healing rapidly due to constant contact with the golden belt. He Nazi had kept his promise. Diana’s mind was still scrambled from a massive concussion; she could recall the German’s face hovering over her broken body, her begging with him to save her. Her sworn oath echoed in her battered mind over and over again. He had once again kept his word to her, and she lived because of him. Of course she was even further enslaved, she had once again given her sacred Amazonian oath to serve and obey him. The warmth of the belt wrapped around her felt fantastic, she had forgotten how wonderful full on contact with it had been, the Nazi Reich Minister had only allowed limited contact with it since he had started his reclamation project.
The Nazi official entered the room he had used to rehabilitate her after they day he was attacked in the street. “Well prisoner 001, you seem to be in much better shape this morning”
Diana was spread eagled on a cross frame, naked except for the golden belt around her waist. She remained silent as he examined her, he lifted her left breast like he was weighing a melon, “I see these are almost back to their full glory, like back when you were young before the war. Your body is mending nicely slut, it is time to remove the belt.”
“MASTER! PLEASE NO!” Diana exclaimed, “Please, I have sworn my loyalty to you with the same oath I used to swear my service to the United States of America. Please, let me use it to serve you!”
“You broke your oath to the former US” he reminded her.
“No, the US ceased to exist” she pointed out, “I did not break my oath, the US ended”
“Sorry slut” he laughed, “but I need this to control you” he reached out and took the belt away. She instantly felt a rush of emptiness where just moments before there had been a pleasant warmth. Almost immediately there was a sense of longing, of need for the golden circle that had so revitalized her.
“Please master, more, I need more” she begged pitifully