Former police officer, current object to be owned

As with most days, Bianca woke up with the sunrise. And similarly to most weekend mornings, she awoke in someone else’s bed. What differed from most of her encounters, however, was that she wasn’t in bed with a single person this time, but with two, a man and a woman, both of which were still sound asleep.

Bianca looked at her most recent sexual companions, Alyssa and Alex, to see they were still wrapped around each other, arms and legs intertwined, her mane of messy brown hair covering them both, but beneath it all, they slept soundly with tranquil smiles on their peaceful faces. Bianca gently placed a kiss on each of their foreheads and silently climbed out of bed and left the bedroom.

She looked at the hallway and the stairs, covered in their discarded pieces of clothing from their frantic night before. Both of the girls were already naked by the time they had entered the bedroom. She sighed and started to slowly pick up their clothing as she made her way down the stairs to get some food to start the day.

Bianca always considered herself to be a tough woman, both in her physique and in her personality. She had dark skin and dyed blond curly hair. She was tall and muscular, her job as a police officer ensured she had always taken good care of her body and form. She had strong arms, a fit midriff and powerful legs, strong enough to kill a man, but so well built that almost no man would ever object to being killed by them. She had big D cup breasts and an incredibly firm and toned perky ass, both of which were now on full display as she entered the kitchen with a bundle of clothes in her arms.

Bianca also liked to consider herself a lucky person. Her athletic body had always helped in her pursuits to catch any runaway criminal, but she had always attributed her almost perfect arrest score to some kind of good fortune. She always seemed to be at the right place at the right time for her to succeed, including yesterday when she had met Alex, her new owner. She had been having a crappy day in a hot patrol car with broken AC when she lucked upon meeting Alex, who just happened to be the person her own certificate of ownership belonged to. She had then followed him back to his house and had an amazing threesome at his request with another one of his owned objects, Alyssa. She had also managed to get an undetermined amount of days off from work since she now had an owner to serve. Her luck just managed to serve her again and again.

That was all, however, on the day before. This morning, as Bianca entered the kitchen with nothing to cover herself but a messy bundle of clothes, her luck just decided to share with her one of her favorite traits about herself. Her luck, that day, was tough.

As she entered the kitchen in this compromising position, another person was already there. A woman who seemed to be in her forties, dressed in track clothes, was just finishing a meal. She was shorter than average, had light brown skin, striking blue eyes and hair that Bianca couldn’t figure out if it was blond and turning darker, or if it was dark and the woman was lightening it. Regardless of that fact, Bianca now remembered she was practically naked in front of this stranger.

She quickly tried to pick hand-fulls of clothes from the pile in her hands to cover up her private parts, but the woman just started chuckling and gesturing for her to stop.

“There’s no need to do that. Some people might feel uncomfortable with my son’s newest objects, like you or that girl Alyssa, walking around without clothes, but I have no problem with it in this house.”

Bianca immediately relaxed, put the pile of clothes on a chair near the kitchen table, and went to the fridge to get something to eat. As she returned to the table with some eggs and a plate, she noticed the woman kept averting her gaze from her naked body, even if she was trying to be subtle and polite about it. Bianca, as soon as she noticed that, made an effort to get up again and started searching the pile of clothes.

“You don’t have to worry. This is yours and your son’s house, if you feel uncomfortable with me being naked, I will put on clothes. There’s no need to be polite, I am not a guest, or even a person for that matter, I am simply Alex’s newest acquisition.” Bianca said to the woman as she started to put on her own clothes from the day before, her good ol’ police uniform.

“And where would my manners be if I did that?” The woman answered as she went for the sink to wash her used plate. “Speaking of which, where are my manners now? My name is Olivia, what is yours?” Olivia said as she turned around and extended her hand.

“I am Bianca la Rue, pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Her owner’s mother answered with a welcoming smile as they shook hands.

“Going for an early run, I see?” Bianca gestured to Olivia’s clothing as she finished putting on her own.

“Yeah, I don’t usually get much of a chance to go for a run, but no one has called me to the office today, so I decided to take this chance and do it before I lose it.”

“I like to think that way too, if there’s an opportunity to be taken, why not do it?” Bianca said with a smile.

Just then, the doorbell rang and both women looked curiously at the front door.

“Weird that someone is ringing the doorbell this early. Let me check who it is.” Bianca offered as she moved to leave the kitchen.

“Please, you may be an object, but you are not our servant. I’ll do it, you go enjoy your breakfast.” Olivia responded and quickly went for the door before Bianca could stop her.

That didn’t prevent Bianca from trying it, but she was quickly overcome with some sort of dizziness and tumbled forward. She didn’t find any purchase and was quickly on her way to the ground, but was met only with darkness, as the former cop turned object-to-be-owned was summoned into a certain show.

Bianca’s luck, just as she herself had done over the years, was getting tougher and tougher.

***

The trapdoor opened smoothly on the ground as a woman was being elevated from below it. It had either been fixed in the last few seconds, or they were using a different door, Lin couldn’t be sure. The woman was tall, muscular, wearing a police officer uniform and, most notably, reeking of sex and sweat. The musk was quite noticeable on the sterile space station. She had one hand on her hip and the other was holding a pamphlet. When she was fully raised to the show floor, without taking her eyes away from the page, the woman said:

“This thing is saying I’ll be part of a harem and have a master? Sorry, but I already am an object and already have a master, I will have to decline.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Hi Bi, welcome to the show!” Chrissi waved at her excitedly. Bianca raised her eyes from the paper for the first time to direct that same confident look at the host.

“’Bi’ is reserved for my close friends and my owner, Miss. It is Bianca for you.” The cop answered. Chrissi maintained her huge smile, but her eyes displayed the venom hidden behind it more clearly now that she had been challenged. Both women stared the other down with their intense gazes, trying to see who would crack first. Susie and Lin could not look away faster.

Lin was having a hard time trying to stop an erection from forming. Bianca was a fictional character he’d imagined for a sex story, so, aside from a few changes and additions that made her look more realistic, this was the literal equivalent of having one of your sex dreams come true in front of you. And her smell of recent sex was not helping the matters at all.

“Psst. Do you want some help with that?” Susie was by his side now and whispered at him, furtively looking at his growing tent. Lin nodded gratefully. She reached into her apron’s front pocket and pulled a thick full body fur coat made of silver fox fur. He tried to put it on without being noticed, but it wasn’t that hard since all the eyes were focused on Bianca. He wrapped himself with the thick fur, hid his erection and shot another grateful look to Susie before looking at the others again. The stalemate seemed to have been solved by Chrissi throwing a welcoming look and a warm smile towards Bianca.

“Of course! You can opt out of the competition at any time you want, but you have read that pamphlet, right? You know what happens when someone quits, are you ready for that, Bi?” she raised her hand, ready to snap. “Do you want to do it now already? I may actually pull off a record elimination here, wanna make me famous among all the hosts?” Her tone had a hint of desperation and desire mixed in, Lin couldn’t tell if she craved more being recognized amidst all the hosts, or feared such an early elimination. But one thing was clear: she was not backing down. She moved her fingers down to snap.

“Wait!” Bianca exclaimed. Chrissi stopped her movements and shot her a curious look, as if she didn’t already know what Bianca would do. “I will play your game. For now.”

“Of course you will dearie. It’s great to see you complying!” Chrissi was beaming, happy as ever. As the newest contestant walked away from her, Chrissi herself turned to the cameras to announce a quick ad break.

Bianca spitefully strode over to where Lin was standing and planted herself between him and Hyppolita with her arms crossed. Her smell was stronger than ever now, Lin was incredibly grateful he had that big coat.

“You must be the master then?” she looked down at Lin.

“Yup, that’s me. The name’s uhm… Lin, pleased to meet you.”

“Humph, at least you’re cute.” Lin was blushing at that complement. “Nice to meet you too, Lin. These pamphlets say we are fictional characters, what am I in this context?” He felt extremely embarrassed about the answer and was turned on enough from her presence that he didn’t trust himself to tell her the truth and for everything to go smoothly. So he told her a half truth.

“You’re from a story I’m writing online.”

“Then I must thank you.” He cocked his head to the side, not understanding what she meant. “It is because of you that I met my owner. Without that, I may have just been going through life without much of a thought about where I was going, aimlessly going forward. But now I have a purpose: to serve someone. It is a blissful experience so, even if I am fictional, I thank you.” Lin grappled with that statement. She probably wouldn’t exist if he hadn’t written that smut story. Did she know that, or did she think she always had existed in some form inside his mind? Had she really been floating around his head, waiting for a story to take place in, or was her whole existence retroactively created the moment he put her to paper? All these ideas spiraled into his head when ––

Metal banged against glass beside the pair.

“Oh shirt! There’s a small man there.” Text appeared on Hyppolita’s bubble. “He’s the master of what? This whole shirt show?”

Bianca and Lin were caught off guard by this interruption, but the black woman quickly recovered and leaned in to her fellow contestant, whispering:

“I can explain it to you later. The bitch is waking back up”

Chrissi finished counting to ten and released her breath. It was an amateurish mistake to have an ad break this soon in the episode, but she needed a little bit of time to cool off and to steel herself from what had came and what was to come. If a feisty police officer could throw her off her game, she wasn’t meant to be a host in the first place and she would simply not allow that fact to be true. Not now, not ever. She had bet too much to be here and now and she was not going to let some thick-headed contestants throw off her game.

She opened her eyes, formed a cute but sultry smile on her lips and posed with her hip cocked and her hands placed right above her plentiful butt as she readied herself to return to the show. She looked forward at the pretty line of contestants that was forming near the Master and frowned.

“Susie… when did the Master get that coat?” She held the smile on her face, but grit her teeth as she spoke and held eye contact with her assistant. The smaller girl froze in place and started stammering something unintelligible before Lin interrupted her.

“Oh, I asked her for it.” He lied. “I was getting cold being here with just a pajama bottom, so I wanted something more to keep me warm.” Lin was never the best liar, but he was already red and rattled by Bianca, so how hard would it be to catch him in the act? More than usual, he hoped.

Chrissi held her analytical eye over him, but she didn’t delay too much on the matter. She had a show to run and no time to waste. Without breaking eye contact with Lin, she ordered:

“Susie, dear, next contestant, if you please.”

“O-o-of course, of course.” She ruffled through her cards until she could hold one in her hand without shaking. It took long enough that Chrissi was already finishing her spiel from being back from the break. Susie cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and recited the next contestant’s information. “Up next, from one written work to another, born and raised in a desert city of marble, this cunning rogue had to learn how to steal to survive. Aligned with the Thieves’ Guild before switching sides to form an adventuring party, this slender beauty has stolen much more from her foes than just their gold, their dignity, and even some of their hearts…”

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.” Lin whispered to himself.

“What is it?” Bianca whispered back.

“I know who she’s talking about.”

“And what’s so bad about this person?”

“It all depends on where in the story they pluck her from.” He glanced quickly between Bianca and Hyppolita. He hadn’t asked from when in their timeline they had been **** from and now there was no more time left. He just had to hope for the best. Then he remembered what kind of show he was on. Oh shit.

“… a character from the book our master has started writing, but never finished. Everyone, say hi, hello and welcome to The Changeling of the Shadows, The Shifter of the Sands, Ariadne!”