A party toy

Sarah dialed the zoo’s volunteer manager—a young Class 1 woman with a bright, professional voice. They haggled for a few minutes over the breeding rate.

“Twenty dollars per successful impregnation,” the manager finally offered. “The ‘animals’ are human-derived females of various races, some further modified for exhibit traits. Age range eighteen to forty. Standard contract, renewable daily.”

Sarah tapped the notebook with one finger, remembering what she still controlled.

“I can do better,” she said. “My male can produce specialized loads that trigger a complete speed-pregnancy in two hours. Viable offspring, ready for the exhibits almost immediately.”

There was a short pause on the line, then new interest. They renegotiated quickly and settled on fifty dollars for every new zoo animal successfully produced under the accelerated protocol. Sarah ended the call smiling. Easy money, and the Class 4 would be working the entire time.

She glanced at Simone still kneeling on the floor and decided the Class 2 should earn her keep as well. She called the birthday girl back.

“Can you pick her up in thirty minutes?” Sarah asked. “Same terms we discussed, but let’s make it clean: one hundred for the loan, twenty extra for every body part that doesn’t come back attached, and two-fifty flat if she doesn’t survive the night.”

The girl agreed at once. Sarah hung up, amused. Simone had heard every word. The knowledge that she was worth so little—less than a decent pair of shoes if things went badly—sat visibly on her face. Sarah found the quiet despair entertaining.

Twenty-five minutes later the doorbell rang. A pretty Class 1 eighteen-year-old stood on the threshold with four Class 2 school friends behind her, all of them dressed in the usual revealing scraps the hierarchy allowed. They stepped inside without waiting for a deeper invitation and immediately put their hands on Simone—squeezing breasts, pinching nipples, sliding fingers between her legs, laughing.

“We’re going to try so many things,” one of them giggled. “I brought the clamps and the needles. Lisa’s got the saw for later if we get bored.”

“I want to see how long she can stay conscious with the electricity,” another added. “And we should film the part where we use her as a toilet. My sister paid extra for that last time.”

They kept talking over one another, listing cruelties and humiliations with the casual excitement of girls planning a party playlist. Simone stared at the floor, silent.

Then one of the Class 2 girls suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened.

“Aunt Simone?”

Sarah felt a brief flicker of concern that the deal might collapse. The recognition hung in the air for a second.

The niece only laughed, bright and delighted.

“Oh my god, it is you. I always thought you were hot. This is perfect.” She turned to her friends, still grinning. “Guys, this is my aunt. We’re going to have so much fun with her.”

No one objected. Hierarchy made the relationship irrelevant. The birthday girl paid the agreed hundred dollars in clean digital transfer, then the five of them manhandled Simone to the door. They left her naked, rebound her wrists and ankles tighter, forced a thick gag back between her teeth, and folded her into the trunk of the waiting car like luggage.

The lid slammed. The engine started. They drove away still laughing about which body part they would remove first if the night went the way they hoped.

Sarah closed the apartment door, already calculating how much the zoo contract might bring in over the coming weeks, and how little the Class 2 had ultimately been worth.