Chapter 5

The sandwich shop:

Tina was on her hands and knees along with four other girls in the bathroom. They had an enema tube in their anus that was attached to a bottle of saline solution on the wall. Their asses were up and their heads were down as the solution filled their guts.

This was free anal week at the sandwich shop, which meant that a sandwich and a cup of coffee for twenty dollars got the purchaser free anal. One of the employment Patriarchy laws said that women and girls were entitled to a ten minute break every four hours. At the sandwich shop, it was requirement that they give themselves enemas during their break to wash the cum from their anal tube. It didn’t matter if most of the cum had run down the inside of their thighs and had dried out.

Last year at the end of the school year, Tina’s class and two others were sold on the commodities market as a class B investments. Class B investments were girls who hadn’t had their first blood yet. They had finished the school year but the school needed money for their expansion plans, that’s what their teacher told them anyways. Tina could read well enough and do simple math plus she could sign her name.

As she felt the rush of saline into her anus, Tina thought about the school she had grown up in. She was a government baby born at a government run baby factory. Around the age of one, Tina and other female babies were bundled together as class C non-performing investments and sold on the commodities market. A private education company bought the group and many others. A young teacher was assigned to to the class to teach and guide them in the ways of the Patriarchy. The teacher would be their constant companion as they grew-up.

Tina’s first experience with sex was of kissing her first cock, along with her fellow classmates and her teacher. The man was sitting on a chair in the middle of their dorm room with Tina and the girls lined up in front of him. Their teacher, kneeling next to him on the left, holding a big long appendage that they were told was called a cock. The cock was the giver of life they were told and as females they should rejoice in it.

Their teacher said that the man was an important man and that they should thank him for letting them live in such a nice place. Each girl in turn walked up to the man, bent over and kissed the appendage on the top while their teacher kissed the appendage just below the top of it. This went on a couple nights a week during the school year.

Eventually, the teacher had the girls kissing the man’s balls, that they later learned in sex class, were called testicles and where life giving cum was created. By the end of the year, they were kissing and licking the important man’s brown hole. The man would be bent over at the waist, the teacher standing next to him spreading his ass cheeks and each girl in turn would kiss and lick it.

Eventually, the education company was renting out the girls and their teacher as party favors at important parties in the city every weekend. Tina had heard from other classes that they too were going to important parties around the city. There was a big demand for girls on the party scene.

The first party her class attended, she was used as a tray. She and the other girls who were assigned as party trays, were nude, and around their neck was placed a round metal table with a hole in the center where her head was. The tray rested on her shoulders but underneath, she had a leather belt around her waist to which two rods were attached to steady the tray resting on her shoulders. She and the other girls were placed around the room and had to stand perfectly still. The important men and their guests placed their empty drinks and food plates on the tray. Other women would come along and clear of the tray.

At these parties, there were push trays that had finger foods and drinks on top but there were also the heads of two women, one on either end of the push tray, sticking above the top. The women’s bodies were scrunched under the push tray. Several of her classmates were assigned to push the trays around party room. Lots of times the important men would stand next to tray and insert their cocks into the mouths of the women as they carried on important conversations.

The men were naked from the waist down. They wore perfectly tailored shirts with ties and business coats that came to their waist. They had black socks and most wore wing-tip shoes of different colors. Her teacher told them it made things easier for men to have to have sex with females.

Tina would watch the women who attended the parties. They wore elegant gowns and dresses to their ankles and she was envious of them. The difference in these gowns and dresses though were that the material had tailored holes where their breast were. Their breasts would be exposed. Some women had little bells attached to their nipples which created a constant low ringing sound throughout the large party room. Other women had various kinds of nipple clips and rings attached to their nipples.

On the backside of their gowns or dresses, there were tailored holes that partially exposed their ass cheeks. And on the front of the gown or dress, there was a tailored hole that exposed their cunt. The gown or dress would be ankle length and would be finished off with five or six inch stiletto’s. As Tina stood there watching the women, they looked elegant and she wished she could be like them.

Sometimes, at these parties, there were teen boys dressed like their fathers. Naked from the waist down with perfectly tailored shirts, bright ties, and business coats that came to their waists. They too would insert their cocks into the mouths of the women on the push trays or would slap the ass of the women as they walked around the room, for them it was great fun. Tina was told that some of the women in room were their mothers. Well at least they knew who their mothers were.

In time, important men would come to their dormitory. The girls were introduced to anal sex. Over the weeks that the important men came to their dorm, there were at first screams and crying and soon there were only sobs and then grunts and groans. The girls learned how to properly lube their anus and the cock that would penetrate it.

The education company that owned the girls, introduced them to orgies. More important people would attend these parties, or that was what their teacher told them. To get the orgy started, the girls would undress and lube themselves with orgy lotion. They were always instructed to liberally lather on the lotion from their neck down. They would be placed in a large room that had windows from floor to ceiling and had a slippery tiled floor. The important men would sit in comfortable chairs on the other side of the windows. The wife’s of these important men would be instructed to enter the room and try and grab the girl their husband had selected to use for the orgy. The thing was, the women were also nude and lathered up with orgy lotion.

It was great fun for the men as they sat their making wagers as to who would be first caught, the last caught and so on. Tina and her classmates saw this as fun and with the constant falling down on the slippery floor, the women grabbing them, wiggling out of their hold, the women falling down, Tina would always be one of the last ones ‘caught’.

After they were caught, the wife would present the girl to the husband. The orgy would start. Some men liked to use the girls as their wife watched, some men preferred to use the girl and their wife at the same time. These type of orgy parties went on every weekend around the city until the class was sold last year.

The teen boy managing the shop poked his head in in the bathroom, it didn’t have a door. “Three minutes girls, hurry up!”

The girls pulled the tubes from the anus and very carefully squatted over the drain holes in the floor, they released the liquid from their guts, then taking a tissue and wiping their anus dry.

Sandy looking at her reflection in the mirror. The girls were reapplying their makeup and straightening their hair: “These monthly sales are starting to wear me down. I mean, who at corporate thought up offering our assholes for free with a sandwich and a cup of coffee?”

Carol rubbing her ass: “Corporate has to recoup the money they used to buy us.”

Ashley: “I wish they would give us a bit more than a ten-minute break every four hours for the enemas, especially if the shop is empty. What the fuck is the hurry?”

Tina: “I know, we barely have time to clean the cum from the back of our clothes. This is so stupid sometimes.”

Sandy smiled: “Remember girls, we love the Patriarchy, we live for it!”

Tina smiled at her friends: “Thank the Patriarchy that we are finally halfway through our shift. I’m going straight the dorm and relaxing in a bubble bath for a few hours.”

Tina and about 80 to 90 girls and women lived in a two story dormitory out behind the shop. The women had the downstairs, the old timers, they called themselves, and newbie’s, like Tina and her friends lived upstairs.

Most of the old timers, those not meeting sales goals and those corporate deemed too old, would be sold off during the holiday sales. That would free up room downstairs so Tina and what remained of her class could move downstairs and be considered old timers. Some of the girls in Tina’s class would would be sold for their full amount, being that they were still young enough to fetch a higher price, to make room for the class of newbies. Such was the selling and trading of women and girls.

As for their first blood, once Tina and all the girls had their first blood, corporate would organize an orgy, called ‘Break-ins’ and with a minimum bid of 10,000 dollars, corporate would auction their cunts to the highest bidder. The lucky male would get to ‘break-in’ in the girl during the orgy.

The girls washed their hands one last time, dried them, straightened their short plaid skirts and white blouses then and walked out into the sandwich shop. A few seconds later, they was standing behind the counter, their hands clasped behind their backs, almost completely hidden behind the glasses stacked on one end, but visible to anyone walking in through the front door. The teen boy was counting the money from the register.

Teen boy: “Looks like you girls are pulling in more money than the others.”

“Thank you, sir,” the girls replied.

“Hey, have you girls heard of Delores Throckmorten?”

Tina and the others shook their heads: “No, sir.”

Teen boy looked disappointed: “Well, too bad, Anyway, I heard that the Patriarchy was going to declare her a domestic terrorist.”

Sandy: “What’s a domestic terrorist?”

Teen boy leaving the counter area and going to the kitchen: “Don’t know, but it sounds bad.”

The girls looked at each and shrugged their shoulders.

The door bell rang as it opened. In came a man, along with a pimply faced teen boy, a women and a girl.

Ashley grabbed two menus and greeted them.

Man looking around the shop: “We can sit anywhere?”

Ashley smiling: “Yes sir.”

The man pointed to the second booth from the door: “That will do just fine.”

The man and the boy sat on one side of the booth and the woman and girl bent down on their hands and knees and scooted under the table. The woman and girl wore the same clothes and hairstyle. A one-piece flower dress that came mid-thigh and had a V shaped cut from the neck to the navel, partially exposing their breasts, their hair done in a top knot and both wore black stiletto’s.

Ashley handed the menus to the man and the teen and stepped back. The teen boy looked to be sixteen or seventeen: “Our special today is a coffee, a sandwich of your choice and free anal with any of us for twenty dollars.”

The father looked over at Tina, Sandy and Carol behind the counter: “We get all the free anal we want at home.”

Ashley: “Blow jobs are ten dollars, sir.”

The father looking at the menu: “We get all the free blow jobs we want at home, too. Although, it might be worth it with your mouth and that blonde’s mouth over there.”

The blonde was Tina.

Ashley smiled: “Yes, sir. Can I get you anything to drink, sir?”

The father flipped the page to the drinks list: “My wife and daughter will take a small peach drink and I’ll take a blonde ale, how about you son?”

The pimply face boy smiled at Ashley: “I’ll take a coke.”

Ashley smiled at the man and the teen. Always be approachable: “Yes sir.”

A couple of minutes later Ashley returned with the drinks. The father and son were laughing about something. She placed the beer in front the man and the coke in front of the teen.

Ashley stepped back and little and bent down on one knee. She had two small glasses of clear liquid on the tray, Ashley took a tablet from the tray and popped it in her mouth and chewed it. After ten seconds of chewing, she cleared her nose and throat of phlegm and spit into one of the glasses. She handed the colored drink to the mother, the color of the liquid turning to peach. Ashley repeated the process for the other glass and handed the drink to the daughter. She stood back from the table waiting.

The man placed the menu on the table: “They will share the Cesar salad bowl with one fork. I will have the roast beef sandwich. How about you son?”

The boy smiled at Ashley: “I’ll have the tuna on rye.”

Ashley smiling at the boy: “Very good, sir. Anything else sir?”

The man looked at Tina: “Yeah, I’ll have a blow job from her.”