Lolah Express

After walking round for a bit I saw a bench with a bus station sign next to it and the words ‘Citadel’. There were no cars in the cobblestone streets. Just Erics walking which had me curious on how the bus system worked. I sat wondering if the driver was gonna be automatic or another Eric.

As I waited, I heard sounds like hooves clattering on the cobblestone. I soon realized, they weren't hooves at all, they were high heels. A black carriage with velvet trimmings turned the corner, pulled by four versions of a 18 year old teen girl I knew named Lolah, branded on their backs with a number 1 through 4. The 4 work Lolahs were attached to the carriage with leather harnesses wearing black leather corsets and tight black thongs, their light brown skin was shiny with sweat from pulling the carriage with all the strength their little bodies could muster. Standing no more than 5 feet tall, the Lolahs had brown hair that was styled up in a ponytail. They were all skinny and frail with looks of fearful innocence on their faces. Their small, almost flat chests heaved with the effort of pulling the carriage and the corsets pushed up their tiny tits into little mounds with exposed nipples, hard from the open air. Their young, tight asses quivered with every step and revealed a hint of their tight shaven pussies. The pink peeking out from the flimsy fabric of their thongs. I was hard again. The carriage stopped at the bus station I was at. I guess the bus station wasn't a bus station after all. Leave it to us Erics to find a better mode of transportation.

The Lolah's took a moment to rest before a fifth Lolah, dressed in a tight leather bodysuit, hopped off the driver seat of the carriage. She had a leather whip in her hand. "Welcome to the Lolah Express!" she stuttered out nervously. "Where to, sir?" She looked at me expectantly, waiting for my response.

"Can I fuck these Lolahs?" I asked bluntly.

The Lolah blushed deeply and looked away. "I'm sorry sir, we need to keep the carriage going just in case another Eric needs a ride" she mumbled, fidgeting with the whip. "But I can get in the back with you and you can use me..." she said almost whispering, half heartedly pushing her non-existent breast together.

"Mmm... The beast of burden Lolahs kind of seems like more fun..."

She saw me eyeing her companions and swallowed hard. "They're working hard, sir. They've already had a long day."

I grabbed the whip from her hand. "How about a little break then?" She panicked as I shoved her small body to the front of the carriage. "Unharness one of them and harness yourself. You can fill in for her and pull us while I fuck her in the back."

The driver Lolah tried weakly to protest, but she knew better than to argue with an Eric. She handed me her whip and complied, unbuckling a work Lolah from the harness and taking her place. The released Lolah stumbled over and looked at me with a sense of sad thankfulness. "Thank you, master," she whispered as I grabbed her by her small arm and led her to the back of the carriage. I closed the door behind and the carriage began to move. It was time for alone time with me and a pony ****.

She looked exactly like the Lolah I knew, except with a 3 branded onto her back. "Take that off," I said pointing to her thong. She obeyed immediately. Her tits were small, her pussy bald and tight, looking like it hadn't seen any action. I guess since she was taken, all this Lolah was used for was hard labor. Making a tiny girl do such a task seemed pretty fitting for this place.

I unbuckled my belt. "What are you going to do to me, master?" she trembled innocently. I patted the seat next to me signaling her to rest. After quietly sitting and looking up at me I grabbed her small hand and wrapped it around my penis. She began to stoke unskillfully. She had clearly never done this before.

"Tell me about yourself. How did you end up here, number 3?" I said, genuinely curious.

Her slow stroking stopped for a second, surprised by the question. I grabbed her small hand softly. I gently pushed open her mouth by pressing her chin then rubbed her palm on her exposed tongue before wrapping it around my dick again. She recomposed herself and began stroking and said, "I was a senior in high school. Me and... a version of you worked together at a taco place. You were a good friend of mine. Like a big cousin."

I nodded, "Yeah, I remember that. My dimension's Lolah still works there"

Her eyes grew wide, "What's she like? Did she get...?" she trailed off, unable to finish the question. It was clear she was worried about her counterpart in my world.

"Yeah, she's fine," I said nonchalantly, touching her hair. "No one from my specific home reality has been taken yet. Although it sounds like our worlds are almost exactly the same. So, what happened after that?"

The **** looked down, her grip on my cock tightening slightly. "One day, the you from my world was giving me a ride home from work after we finished a shift at the same time. I was telling you about a boy I liked at school when suddenly, you... I mean he stopped the car."

Her voice grew quieter, and she took a shaky breath. "He said he had something to show me. Something amazing. And that's when he pulled out this...watch," she said, her eyes going to the interdimensional device on my wrist. "He opened a portal and led me through. When I walked through… I was in a cage in a room full of other people. People I knew and other versions of me. He said, 'Welcome to your new home,' then used his portal to leave me stuck. After a while we were taken out of our cages one by one. Doctor Erics implanted a microchip thing in my neck then sent me to be auctioned off. I was sold to the Lolah express, trained and **** to do this..."

Her strokes grew more skillful as she talked, understanding it was her only rest from the horrors she was describing. "I don't know how long I've been here, but it feels like forever," she murmured. "Every day is just pulling this carriage and hoping that maybe one day I'll get to go home. Or at least meet a kind Eric… like you."

"Why don't you just fight back or whatever? The slaves here outnumber the Erics like 100,000 to 1. I mean you could probably just steal or tech and leave," I questioned "Or enslave us back" I chuckled at that last line.

Lolah 3 cupped my balls with her other hand as she rubbed the underside of my shaft. "You don't understand. The chips in our necks somehow control us. We still have our minds but can never act against the will of an Eric. I remember hearing something about 'Robot Laws' from a scientist Lolah in my capture cell."

"I see," I said, keeping the conversation going as she worked me. "I remember reading about this in a sci-fi book or something. The laws of robotics." It was all making sense now. I recalled the laws as she jerked me.

1.A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

1. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

3.A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

The thought of these laws being applied to sentient beings like her was quite frankly, fucked. Having the slaves act as robots and the Erics as humans, I had to admit, it was a great way to keep them in line. "So, you can't say no to an Eric, no matter what?" I said.

Her eyes met mine. "The thought of doing so seems impossible even if I know it isn't. The ability to control, feel and think for ourselves at all only adds to the suffering. Its like all this pain is our own fault"

I took a deep breath and felt pity. "Man what a boner killer." I said, looking down at her.

She hung her head "I'm sorry."

"You know what Lolah? I am a kind Eric! I'm gonna do something for you!" I said with newfound pep.

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, hopeful. "What is it, Eric?"

"I'm gonna fuck that virgin pussy. You will get to cum at least once in your life" I said with pride. Her expression fell to disappointment. I grabbed her small body and lifted her into my lap, lining my dick up with her tight slit. It resisted on the way in then gripped hard.

Her pussy was like it was holding on for its life. She let out a muffled scream as I pushed into her. I started moving. She whimpered, her body tightening up. She eventually started bouncing up and down herself. The way her small tits bounced with every thrust, the tightness of her pussy, and the power I had over her in my arms. It was like holding a piece of fine china. Her skin was smooth, despite the bruises from her harsh treatment. Her legs, slender and toned, the result of her work. She was small, but she had a surprising amount of strength in her thighs.

I could feel myself getting closer to cumming, the way she tightened around me was driving me insane. I grabbed her by the throat. She moaned, her eyes rolled back into her head, her small hands grabbed my wrist, begging to be let go.

"Look at me, Lolah," I demanded. She met my gaze. "Let's cum together" I whispered. She nodded, unable to speak with the pressure on her throat. She began to grow red and tears rolled down her face due to the lack of air.

I started to pump into her harder. Her heaved moans grew louder and her grip on my wrist harder. The sight of her, **** for a single moment of pleasure in her hell and my paradise, was more arousing than anything. Her thighs squeezed around my waist as she approached her climax.

She bit her lip to stifle a scream. "No" I warned, "Let me know how much you're enjoying it." With a final thrust, I reached climax, filling her with my hot seed. I let go of her throat and she came too. She was spasming and letting out high pitch screams of release. She slumped into me painting, cock still in her. "Thank you," she whispered, "For giving me that."

I grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes, looking at her tear stained face with a sense of power. "You're welcome," I said with a smug smile.

"You're a kind Eric," she said, her breath still labored. I called out for the carriage to stop. Me and 3 walked onto the front and got onto the driver position.

"Now, you're gonna whip these bitches until we get to the Citadel," I told her. "Make sure you make the one in the Leather bodysuit hurt real bad. This is probably the only time you're gonna get to whip her instead of her whipping you. Don't worry," I handed her the whip. She took it hesitantly, looking at the other Lolahs. They had all begun to pull the carriage again. Number 3 took a deep breath and cracked the whip. The sound echoed through the streets, causing the other Lolahs to flinch. The leather stung the flesh of the Driver Lolah. She yelped, "Faster," I cheered. She was eager to feel the power she had been denied for so long.

The Driver took the brunt of the whipping. Her cries grew louder and more **** as 3’s strikes grew more cruel. With each crack of the whip, the other slaves in the team watched their tormentor finally got a taste of their existence. In actuality they were all slaves to the Erics, suffering together for no other reason than the pleasure of Erics. At least they felt a small victory. 3 began to let out her frustrations with every swing of the whip. "You know you want this, you little sluts!" she yelled, her high pitch voice filled with anger. "You're all just as much cattle as I am!" The Driver, whose back was now a canvas of welts, whinnied in pain. After a while the carriage arrived at a stop at the citadel. I unharnessed the Driver from the carriage, her body shaking from the whipping and the exhaustion of her labor. Loah 3 walked up to me and hugged me. "Thank you Eric. Please keep being one of the kind ones. Maybe one day, you can get us out of here."

I harnessed the pony and handed the whip back to the Driver. "You're back in charge now, driver. Make that worker bitch suffer for what she just did to you. She's never gonna be able to do anything about it."

The Driver Lolah took the whip from me with a sadistic glimmer in her eyes. "You heard him," she said to the pony **** Lolahs. "Get back to your place."

Number 3 looked at me with a sense of betrayal. "But Eric, I thought you were different,"

"I am," I assured. “But I'm still an Eric. And I can always get another Lolah." She looked at me with a face full of tears as she took her place beside the others. The driver began to punish cruelly as the carriage was pulled away with a chorus of labored grunts.

Satisfied with my work, I turned to the citadel.