A Young Looking Blonde

Your face, along with other male in the box, saw the face of an 18 year old looking blonde girl, grinning from ear to ear. Her mouth boomed out, “Oh my god my first men!” She put her hands in the box and picked up handful of men and running them through her fingers. She giggled in glee, “I am finally old enough! Thanks mom!”

She picked up two of your box-mates and brutally ate them and you saw their guts stain her smile. You heard another voice, “Hey I know it is tempting and tasty, but you shouldn’t eat all of those pathetic men right away, work them to ****, or punish them, but make sure they are suffering!” The cute blonde smiled, “Okay Mommy! I will **** them to ****! I remember what I have learned from school!” She picked you up and rubbed your easily hardened cock, “See Mommy, this is going to be favourite pet, I like his long black hair. He doesn’t look as stupid as the other ones!” She rubbed your cock roughly, this was the first hand job you had ever received, and it was heavenly. Clearly you were in your good mistress’s hand.

You cooed, and she threw you in a nearby, clearly new, cage. She then sorted the remaining men into three groups. The first group was to be put in the cage like you, the best men to serve as pet to the young Mistress. The second group was given cleaning supplies and kitchen utensils, the most capable workers who would be made to work this girls chores until they couldn’t work more. The third group, you would never see again, as she put them in a bowl and joyfully chewed, men costed around the same amount of potato chips/crisps did.

With the bowl in her hand, she picked up the cage and hurried to her room. She threw the cage on her desk. You took time to watch your mistress and admire her looks. She had long blonde hair that reached her mid-back which sparkled in the sunlight against her pale white skin, her body type was buff, but she retained the looks of a young teen, cute but muscular. Her breasts though were large and bounced around under her tank-top, which also showed off her toned navel. She then bent over looking for something, and you checked her amazing toned ass beneath her tiny blue short-shorts. She skipped back to the cage, and bent over, her breasts swinging back and forth.

She gave that cute goddess smile, that you loved and got hard for, “Hey men, first we are going to have the best time! You are my pets and I am going to love you like I love my favourite things! I should let you know a few things though. My name is Betsey the MMMXXXV, but you obviously have to address me as Mistress Betsey the MMMXXXV. I am only one years old, and I am Aries, and my powers are only just developing. Anyways you are now on the planet #491390485 of the Goddess Empire, also known as planet Janusa. I am the 42 millionth child of Angelina Jolie, and who apparently becomes better looking every year, but she is from the first generation of goddess, so she isn’t so nice to the men.” After that long introduction, three girls of similar age appeared behind her.

Mistress Betsey turned around to squeal, “Friendsies Jo-ann, Cele, Felipa! How are you doing? Glad you teleported here!” They all hugged and which was quiet an arousing sight.

Jo-ann was a black beauty with wide-hips, and fat lips, wearing a gold mini-dress. Cele was tanned skinned curvy goddess her breasts spilling out of her black bikini-top and her tight butt cheeks sticking out of the miniskirt. Finally Felipa was hot Latina that blew the other girls out of the water, she was the tallest, bustiest, and fittest, also she was dressed in a string bikini. Unfortunately for you she seemed like the cruellest, by the sinister grin she aimed at you.

The girls stopped hugging and they all murmured in excitement, “OMG!” “They are so cute and tiny!” “Can we eat some!” “Damn almost as good as my male servants...” You enjoyed the attention and openly stroked your long cock as you admired their young hot bodies on the other side of the bars. They all cooed in interest, looking at your cock.

Jo-ann giggled, “That is a pretty big clit for a guy isn’t it?”
Mistress Betsey corrected her wide-hipped friend, “Actually on a guy it is called a penis!”

Felipa stood to full height, and extended her clit out of her bikini bottom, her phallic tool growing to her chest. She wagged it in front of the cage, “Pathetic piece of shit, this is what women want, not that stupid thing! I think we should squish that man right there, taking pleasure from or bodies? FUCK HIM!”

Jo-ann shook her head, as Mistress Betsey raised her eyebrow, “Felipa! Put that away and stop being so mean to my toys! I like that one, he is soooo cute! Seriously stop stroking your clit and-” Mistress Betsey rolled her eyes as Cele started to effortlessly took Felipa’s whole clit down her throat and started to bob up and down. The blonde then sighed, “Damn it Cele, you know we don’t encourage that activity, or else she would just fuck us constantly! And Felipa, I know you are some kind of child prodigy but damn you shouldn’t use it to dominate your fellow goddesses!”

Felipa chuckled, “Not all Women were created equal girl, some are women, some are Goddesses like me! I will only increase in power after all...”

Jo-ann pulled you out of the cage and started to cuddle you, “Awe I mean he is just so sweet! Look at him!” She pulled up her dress up a bit and started to shove your dick into her dripping cunt and moan. “Oh he feels gooood up there girls. Yeah he is a keeper Jo-ann.

Felipa scoffed bobbing the head of Cele faster, “Why would anyone want to even look at a man simply amazes me. Oh well I don’t get your lesser women interests.” She then pulled her clit out, retracted it back into her twat, and speed out of the room downstairs.

Mistress Betsey just face-palms and shakes her head, “Damn it girls, everyday Felipa grows stronger... And bitchier! It is getting harder to be friends with her!” Jo-ann nodded as Cele drooled pondering a stronger Felipa.

You couldn’t contain it, and you cum all up into Jo-ann’s great feeling twat. You shudder, as Jo-ann puts you back into the cage. “Darn it Betsey, your little friend shot out some white out out of his penis. I don’t know what it is, but I guess I shouldn’t have scared him, he is just a stupid man after all. He can’t expect to understand anything...” Mistress Betsey nodded, as the friends left the room leaving you men alone in the cage.

You turn around and look at your cage. It was covered in a sawdust substance, had 4 levels, one for eating, one for gym equipment, one for books and the ground level for everything else. You weren’t the only one in the cage though, there were about eight other men in their with you. They looked in constant trauma, wondering what world you had been dropped into, all except one.

You walked towards the man leaning against the wall, looking confident. You meekly wave, “Hey name is Paul...”

He scoffs, “How the hell do you know?” The man was the only one in the place with facial hair, and was with a body which was very toned.

You take a step back, “Excuse me?”He walks away from the wall and towards you, “Your name, how do you know? Because we are fuckin’ programmed to know! I mean you must know that we were created only 5 minutes ago, we weren’t existing ten minutes ago! Suddenly boom we are here, but yet we know how to speak? We have no memories yet we do? You feel it too, don’t you?”

You were blown away but you think about it, he was right in a way. You knew you created by a machine, yet there were things you knew. When you heard Angelina Jolie, you thought of a beautiful actress, but you never were told that. You knew that you were in a hamster cage, but what the hell was a hamster? And you remember having a mother and father, but yet you just were made by a machine.

The bearded man threw a book to your feet that said, «Summary of Goddesses History», “That is because we are clones of an earlier time. A time where we were born and raised by two gendered parents families, but look at this, the book says it is the year 30312458013 A.G.. That means for more than 30 billion years, we have been cloned from the same memories for the pleasure of these women! Meaning that we have been repeating the same pet or servant or snack cycle for that long!”

You were amazed by the implications of his statement, and the fact he could figure this out! You realized that this made sense, you could concentrate and remember weakly your life for 27 years. “Wait you mean that one woman, Angelina Jolie, has managed to live for more than 30 freaking billion years?”

He kicked some sawdust, “Yeah kid, I think that is exactly what happened, it could have been a coincident but with the girls last name with the 3335th after her name... I bloody doubt it.” He then walked up to the floor with gym equipment.
You were shocked, and this insight totally ruined your post-coitus glow. The sun set quickly as you sat in silence, wondering where Mistress was. Suddenly though a hand came into the cage, and **** you, and by the skin colour you could tell it wasn't Mistress Betsey!