A labour company (no more sex for Ruby)

I revealed the future I had chosen for her.

"I didn't like the idea of my long-time girlfriend just being resold to another man to own as his own, I didn't want your body to exist just for the pleasure of some other guy. I may be selling you, but I want to make sure the time we've spent together will remain your primary sexual function and won't be overshadowed. So I've sold you to a labour company that will use you as a labour ****, probably pulling loaded carts or shifting rocks. Their main operations are in the Middle East at the moment. The wealthy company owners and operators have access to plenty of good female product and they find sexual pleasure demotivating for the labour slaves, so this choice for me will ensure that you'll never be used sexually again, and with your hands chained to the carts they've assured me you won't be able to touch yourself. I know I've made the right choice, I'm gonna feel happy remembering you and knowing that someone else isn't using your charms or giving you pleasure like I did."

At the news of her fate she burst out wailing louder than before. Once slaves were chained into labour gangs they were rarely if ever unchained in their lives, as worn down slaves would be useless for resale for pleasure or any other application, and their labour would never not be required. Ruby loved sex, and the news that she would never have it again, just because I didn't want my ex-girlfriend being reused by other men, must have felt unimaginably cruel, especially since she was still just nineteen and had probably expected to have a much longer life of youthful sexual use ahead of her. Now she faced the reality of having her prime sexual years, the years of her young nubile body, wasted away while she was chained to carts full of stones in a desert, her body ignored while I lay at home happily fucking a higher-quality girl.

I kissed her forehead tenderly, "There there. I know you're young to be finished with sex, but I still got a good few years use out of you honey! You should be grateful for that, I could have easily afforded someone much hotter and prettier, but I used you because I love you baby. I know you'll be happy that I'm happy. When you're working in the hot sun just think of me, your old boyfriend, and be happy that this is the life I wanted for you, and that your sex was all mine. Know that I am pleased with you."

This can't have been much comfort but she still managed an appreciative little sniffle. What a good girl.

"Now, Stand!" I snapped into command mode, changing the mood.

She immediately disentangled herself and her curly dark hair from my embrace, standing upright in front of my bed facing me, hands behind her head, her feet slightly apart, displaying her naked body while still sniffling. Perhaps subconsciously a bit of her believed that I would become enamoured with her and choose to keep her if she gave a perfect, sexual, obedient, devotional performance on this last night. A few little tears rolled down her cheeks and off her chin, itching her, but she dared not brush them away.

"Stop crying." I said simply, and watched her mentally try to recompose her face and snap into the moment despite her mental anguish. "Seeing as this is our last night together, I want to appreciate all your charms fully. You will be on your best behaviour to give me something to remember you by - there are no blemish, marking or beauty requirements for common labour slaves so remember I can still punish you for anything I am unsatisfied with, and I will not accept your emotions getting in the way of your duties. Now get on with dinner darling."

Determined to show me, in vain, what a good girlfriend she was, Ruby hurried off down the hall, still trying to hold back tears, to the kitchen, making me my dinner as she did every night. I followed and sat on the sofa sipping a drink, watching my owned girlfriend of the past significant portion of my life make me dinner for the last time, expertly moving around the kitchen, only ever so slightly grimacing whenever the frying pan spat hot oil onto her naked front. She served it to me on the couch and knelt on the floor waiting to be allowed to eat.