Life After the Fall p53

Sniper.

He named her by her role, it didn’t matter what name she had before.

She cried, nearly sobbed, while the collar locked forever around her throat. Unlike that of Low, Sniper’s had a tracker in place, and an alarm if it was tampered with.

Her head hung low as Low herself licked her master’s boots clean of the dust from his expedition to capture the FRM. Low moaned and mewed like a kitten as Sniper’s fate was sealed.

Major Andrees addressed the weeping animal.

“You may not have fired a shot, but you were there to take a slave from me that I am fond of. You are now the lowest and least trusted animal in my service. You will obey them all as if they were me. You will be severely punished if I am displeased. And if I am displeased twice?” He snapped his fingers as the soldering of the collar stopped.

“Straight to the farms.”

“Tell me you understand, slave.” He ordered, and Sniper whimpered, then nodded.

“Yes, master. I-your slave understands…just please don’t send me to a farm…”. She begged, and he took Low’s hair and drew her up to her knees so that she, with her head tilted back, could look into her owner’s eyes.

“You will teach her how to serve my house. You are in charge of her, do anything you want with her, you are a slave, think of her as a pet, until she deserves a little better.”

“Yes, Master.” Low gasped and licked her lips, side-eyeing Sniper, who whispered in fresh terror before lowering her face to the floor of their cage.

“Oh god… oh god…”.

Sniper’s whispers were not lost on Low.

The FRM radicals had a firm sexual hierarchy that made every junior rebel free use to every senior. Sniper had no doubt, being pretty as she was, been used countless times by her superiors.

Now sue was not only the property of the master sex she feared, but a female slave who had every reason to hate her.

“I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good…”. Sniper quivered in her naked posture of supplication.

Andrees secured a leash to her collar and gave it a tug.

Low rose to her feet and opened her mouth, the leather lead was placed within and she bit down. She knew from her lessons that a female slave put in charge of another of the slave sex could walk on two legs, but not hold the leash in her hands, it went in her mouth.

And with that, they left the field site.

Sniper was put I to isolated storage for the next few days as the cleanup happened, the fate of the handful of unit leaders remained unknown, but Low got to watch as the captives were herded like cattle onto the block.

The place they’d believed was going to be used to rape the bomber to death, was in fact built just to act as a place to sell the captives into slavery all over the empire.

Most were unbroken, and Los could only smirk and play with her cunt as she watched Empire soldiers buying those. Others who, be they broken or wise, presented well and sold as domestics or even pets after lewd displays convinced their buyers of their sincere submission.

And her masters work was done.

Low went to Sniper’s cage that night, other than being fed and watered and her puppy pad changed, she’d had no contact with anyone, and Low wanted them to be alone.

Sniper pressed her back against the cage wall and looked up in terror, “Please! Please no! Don’t beat me! I didn’t shoot! I-I- please just don’t hurt me!”

“Lick my feet.” Low gave the order, and Sniper rushed on all fours to obey. The ‘anything’ their owner said before meant that Low was now able to take the life of the Sniper if she chose.

It was motivation for the young and formerly idealistic and brave sniper to bathe Low’s feet with passion on command.

“In the morning we go to master’s house you will suck, fuck, lick, and obey him. If you work hard, I won’t be too mean to you. But I won’t object to his retribution. I’m his breeding slave, and you had me in the sights of your rifle. Expect a lot of hard use. But I don’t plan on killing your, and our owner is not a sadist. If you show submission like this, you might just thrive. Do you understand, slave?”

Sniper nodded as she continued licking.

“I’d rather live… I’ll be good. And… my mother was a nurse, I learned things, maybe I can help… just please don’t…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, Low’s foot went into her mouth, and for an hour until Low left, all Sniper could do was suck on her toes and hope nothing worse would happen.