Something devious

I began to realize that this was an amazing opportunity. Together with my colleagues in the research lab I was one of very few people to realize the change and use it to their advantage early on.

I knew that a certain subset of people suddenly had no rights. I could fuck them right then and there and nobody would bat an eye. Hell, I could kill them and nobody would care.

Right now, I just wanted to get myself some sex slaves. There was no need to worry about my wife, since she wouldn’t have a say anyway if she was part of the subset, and even if she wasn’t, as far as I knew she wouldn’t even consider me fucking those who were part of it cheating, since they were no longer human beings. Knowing this, I quickly grabbed Marissa, opened my trunk door and shoved her inside. I would have loved to just **** her then and there, but I had a cute checkout girl to take ownership of, so instead I quickly took off her stockings and tied her legs and hands together. She, meanwhile, knowing she was worthless, didn’t even seriously try to fight me. She just lay there sobbing, feeling sorry for losing the life she had once known. Quite a few people walked by and saw me do this, but they completely ignored my actions. Man, this was awesome!

Satisfied with my knot tying skills I closed my trunk, locked the door and made my way back to the supermarket.

On the way there I started trying to make sense of it all. While initially I had thought it was just attractive women, I now started being less sure as I thought about it for longer. After all there had been quite a few attractive women in the checkout line, but I had only noticed Marissa and the checkout girl flinch. Also, why hadn’t that hot blonde been at all worried, even though she was certainly attractive?

So, it couldn’t be attractive women. Then what was it? I suddenly also recalled my boss shooting down the attractive women idea, saying that would be too many people. So then what could it be? Once I had my checkout girl, I would have to think about what her and Marissa had in common.

When I finally reached the supermarket I was relieved to find that the checker was still there working, constantly looking around worriedly but trying to keep a low profile. She probably couldn’t wait to finish her shift and get home to safety.

Well, she wouldn’t get her wish.