Repossessed: Chains of Debt - Sex Stories

Repossessed: Chains of Debt

This story takes place in an alternate timeline where slavery has been reinstated as a means of lessening losses from defaulted debts. This is written from a male POV. The rain is icy cold, and relentless as the hunters you've been evading for the past month. It seems almost to mock you, threatening to douse the meager fire you managed to build in an alleyway. Your frayed, sodden windbreaker does nothing to ease the chill that permeates your bones. It's hard to remember the time before all this, when you weren't being chased by the hunters intent on putting you on an auction block. It started simply enough. Just a loan for college. The payments were a little stiff, but you could make them if you worked hard. Everything was in order, and it seemed like you had a great future. That all changed when you lost your job. The corporate bosses had decided slave labor would be cheaper in the long run, after the initial investment. You were replaced by a slave, and now you are well on your way to becoming one. You had tried desperately to find work, to no avail. Bills went unpaid, and one by one you lost your apartment, your car, everything. Now they are coming to take you. If they catch you, you'll lose the rights to your own body. Even your name will be taken, replaced by a bar code on your left shoulder. You've seen it before. Both businesses and private citizens make use of slaves. Restaurants, factories, warehouses and more all enjoy the benefits of free labor. Of course, there ...

... is the other side of the trade. Many strip clubs, bars, porn studios, sex shops and brothels are full of slaves. Most are young, beautiful women, but it isn't uncommon to see men pressed into the erotic services. The city drones on around you, and you stare drowsily into the fire. You haven't rested in days, and exhaustion is taking over. Despite the steady chatter of the pedestrians on the sidewalk a dozen yards away, you find yourself drifting off. Suddenly, you notice a man has stopped at the end of your alley. He is dressed in a simple black coat and matching pants. His back is toward you, and he's handing out flyers to the people passing by. A shock runs through you as you realize what they are. Wanted posters. You stand cautiously, trying to avoid drawing his attention. You begin slowly walking further down the alley, your tattered sneakers almost completely silent on the concrete. You're nearly to the end, about to round the corner when you chance a look back over your shoulder. It's that exact instant that the hunter turns around. You see recognition flash across his face, and he comes down the alley at a flat sprint. You decide your best bet is to try to slow him down by making this chase as dangerous as possible. You dash into the street, cars whizzing by inches from your body, horns blaring. Somehow you make it across, and dodge down another alley. Behind you, you can hear car horns again, as the hunter attempts to cross the busy street. Charging through the alley, ...