Arianna tried to sigh as she typed away at the computer. It didn't have internet access, not that she would try anything rebellious even if it did. No, it just allowed her to fill excel sheets with the latest information given to her. That information was grim, to her at least; reducing people, mostly girls, into numbers. Their values, their details, and all compiled into reports for her own Master. The teen senorita wanted to wince at that. A year or so ago she was the typical teen girl in America. She was preparing for her last year of high school, she had just gotten a letter from her top college accepting her and giving her a scholarship!
Then however, she walked in on the robbery of her house. The horrors that followed that were a daily occurrence. Still, the memories of her last moments of freedom made her heart race. “New auction reports slave.” A man said, walking up to her and putting a binder on her desk. The man was around fifty, fit like most Draconians, dark hair and clean shaven. “More information for you to put in while I go talk to your Master.” He said sternly.
“Mmmphhp-mmpsssphmpher.” She mumbled into the leather muzzle gag that pressed firmly against her mouth. The man walked past the slave, just property of the man he was going to meet. No point giving her any more heed other than that. She heard them in the other room, her owner's laugh audible to her. She would have felt saddened over her loss of freedom, except the mere yearning for freedom had been conditioned to cause her panic.
So instead she just continued to enter numbers. Wishing she was dressed like a real secretary if she were too do the work. But she knew that was a silly request. The gorgeous and athletic latina was a slave! And her owner wanted her body shown off. So her brown hair fell down her back, going back the cut off button up blouse that was little more than a frilly bra, as it covered almost none of her battered and abused midsection. A constantly red and whip-mark covered section of her body that even know was stinging and sore. It felt like that every waking day of her life now, the only variation was how great the pain was. Her owner wanted his work shown off, so one of his strictest rules was to for her to never have her belly covered, especially around him.
And honestly he kept her close. In his lap, using a studded paddle or short flog on her belly as he felt up her immaculate thighs. Thighs that were easily shown off in the skirt she had to wear. A skirt that barely reach the top of her thighs when standing. No stockings today, but she kept her legs a little over a foot apart so that anyone who was waiting for a meeting could see her panties underneath the desk. The word 'slave' written on them. That way her Master could laugh about it, order her to turn around, and show his guest how the back of her lacy panties read 'Property of Augustus Rhonan.
“Slave Arianna! Come here.” A familiar voice ordered. Arianna winced as she stood up, her midsection screaming as usual. Her wrists and ankles shackled, making walking only coming in short steps. She walked into her owner's office. An office that was immaculate. Her owner was barely over thirty. A rising star in Draconian politics, the blonde hair man with just a hint of a well trimmed beard stood in there. Arianna sunk to her needs and said 'yes Master' into her gag as she did so. “Up slave.” He said smiling, as she stood up her took her by the arm with one of his own while using the other to send a flog across her abused belly.
“Mmmphhieee!” She gave a truly pained wail into her gag.
Her owner laughed. “Yeah, oh I love her cries. Must say, you know due to being the Overseer of the Internal Trade and Dominance Committee I see all the numbers. I start showing off my new young and hot latina slave as my slave secretary and all of a sudden sales in latinas both domestic breed and foreign born have a sharp tick up!” He said, roughly holding Arianna the entire time, flogging her belly again for fun.
His older guest smirked. “Well you are a rising star in the Nationalist wing of Draconian politics.” He said. Arianna had come to learn that those were the politicians most against any hint of abolition or even curtailing black market operations. Which in short meant the importation of foreign beauties like herself. “Not surprising you got your appointment to the committee after the new Archon rose to power.”
Her Master rolled his eyes. “He's no abolitionist, but he'd make a poor slaver operator as well.” He said almost with disdain. He looked at Arianna. “My you're beautiful slave.” He said groping her body. Arianna would of found him incredibly handsome if not for the fact that he had bought her, and treated her body as cruelly as any piece of popculture about Dracon in America would have had her imagine. He groped her body as he talked, making her moan in pain as he squeezed her belly. “Yeah, so sensitive to pain. If the Archon didn't have checks and balances he probably would have cracked down on the blackmarket! And then where would you be? Could of deprived your body of being put to the task most suited for it in this world. Could you imagine a gorgeous senorita like yourself going to college or doing charity work? No, no you gorgeous American beauties need to be delivered to us, delivered to a place where your bodies can be properly used and your minds put to work helping your betters.”
The older man nodded. “Well said Augustus.”
Her Master smiled. “Yes, I know. My you are gorgeous.” He said cupping her chin, almost affectionately. Then he flogged her belly twice in quick succession, making her wail in her gag and stumble to her knees. He just smiled and turned to his friend. “I say Matthew, I have time, and she'll do the work of putting in the numbers. Are you in the mood for a spitroast?”