A surprise encounter with Arturo

After a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light, you realized you were kneeling directly in front of a man seated inside the van with you. Arturo Thrash.

You knew Arturo must have had something to do with this, but it wasn't at all how you expected this to go. You thought you'd waltz into some facility and be gracefully admitted into some kind of school or simply be appointed to a ****'s position somewhere. You'd already learned all the basics of Laconian **** etiquette such as speech patterns and hand signals. You'd spent all your free time basically training yourself in preparation for becoming a ****.

You stared at him questioningly and he just sighed.

"This is your reward, my sweet, stupid pet."

You hmmmphd into your thick gag and he continued. "Oh, I know you think you deserve better than this. You want respect? You want special treatment? That's not what you told me back then, and it's certainly not what you're going to get. Our exact deal was that you would be allowed to, what was it you said? 'Lose yourself in the authentic Laconian **** experience?' So here we are."

He touched a finger to your blouse over the L7 mark on your collarbone. "You've carried that brand for two years, now, which made you an official **** as far as I'm concerned. In that time, you have been a very bad ****, I'm afraid. You go where you want, do what you want, you order free men around. You even went off world unattended. Several times. That's a Class 1 felony, as I'm sure you know."

You struggle in your bonds, but the armbinder is sturdy and the collar doesn't budge even a hair. He's right, of course. This is exactly what you wanted, in a sense. You feel like a proper ****, now. Powerless. ****. Trapped in the grip of a planetary system too big for any one woman to hope to fight against.

Arturo must have seen something amusing in your expression because he laughed. "Oh, don't worry about a thing. We can actually kidnap a Chairwoman of the Universal Egalitarian Commission and make you our ****. We can do whatever the fuck we want to you and no one will know a thing. You've shown us exactly how to cover up everything we do. And in one year, when it's time for your next whatever-the-fuck meeting you need to do, you're going to dress up nice for them and smile and tell them just how wonderful a planet this is for women. Isn't that right."

Fuck, it was so hot to hear him say it outright. Yes, of course you would continue praising Laconia-VII's social progress. Yes, of course you would die before you'd betray Arturo's confidences, specifically. He didn't need to drop such a hammer on you, but deep down, you suspected he was doing this for your benefit. Or at least you hoped as much. The more authentic this experience, the better. You nodded enthusiastically as you could in your position, tears building at the corners of your eyes. Fuck, yes. You've wanted nothing more than this since as long as you could remember. Dehumanized, rendered powerless, mocked, betrayed. Yes. Yes! This was all more than you could have hoped for.

He continued, rising to stand directly in front of you. "Now, I know this is going to be a big disappointment to you, but after today you'll probably only ever see me when it's time to let you off-world again. No, don't pout. You're a lovely girl, but you're hardly the sexiest or most pleasing bitch on this planet. Don't make me laugh. And your experience here would hardly be authentic if the President himself hovered around checking in on you. But you've done me a great service, and for that I'll let you taste my cock one last time. Do you want that, stupid girl? Huh? I know you do."

Your tears escaped to spill down your cheeks. That did sting a bit. You'd come to love this man, powerfully, and had hoped to be his personal ****. But he was right, again. If you were to be "just a ****," then you'd have to be exactly that. No special treatment, no political immunity, no nothing. You nodded again.

And so, with no hint of sentimentality, Arturo removed your gag and fed you his thick cock in the back of that police van. You'd sucked him off countless times, of course, in your eagerness to prove yourself. But this was different. There was nothing to prove, and he wanted nothing from you any longer. You were just a mouth to him. One of literally billions of mouths he had at his disposal. Nothing special, and far from his equal.

And this was basically goodbye until he needed to parade you around for the UEC to see and then you'd go right back into your metaphorical cage. Maybe even literally! So you took your time, reverently slurping and lapping at President Thrash's majestic cock the best you could in your rigid neck restraint until he grabbed a fistful of your hair and shot a thick load down your throat.

As he withdrew, you looked up at him, seemingly towering above you like a god. "Thank you, Sir... I love you."

He just huffed a single, amused little laugh and replaced your gag, adding a heavy blindfold to thrust you into absolute darkness.

You knew you wouldn't see him again any time soon. You didn't matter anymore; your regular reports to UEC could easily be forged by any of the girls you trained to navigate the bureaucracy. Now, you were just a ****.

A horny, helpless, broken-hearted little **** in a world you personally taught how to defeat you and everyone who might have saved you. A world that now regarded you as an openly rebellious criminal in need of drastic correction. It was a perfect reward. You couldn't have been happier.

Some time passed before the van stopped, and after some shuffling, your collar was released so you could be dragged out of the van to walk on slightly shaky legs. You've seen everything this planet is capable of, firsthand, and you have no idea what's waiting for you wherever you've been taken.