EroticReverie

Journal Entry #432                    March 17th, 2056.

I couldn’t sleep at all last night, not while knowing what I had to do today.
Today was my 18th birthday, and while males are still able to celebrate their birthday the way they always had, new laws don’t allow females the same pleasures on their 18th brithday.

I cried the whole car ride there.

“It’s not THAT bad sweetie.” my father said trying to calm me as I sobbed in the passenger seat.

Not that bad? What did he know? What did any of them know?

He pulled into the parking lot and as we walked in the building , there was a sea of them.
Men, drooling, waiting. Looking at me up and down as if I were fresh meat. I was.

They all sat there, paddles in their hands, with numbers. It was an auction. I knew what to expect, I’d been told the stories by my older sister, and her friends, my cousins, my mother, my own friends. But when you’re there, it’s different.
In the middle of the room, on a pedestal stood a girl. She looked like me, and not physically, but emotionally. Her face was blank, her eyes were red from the tears streaming down her cheeks as she sniffled and held back her own sobs.  She was completely naked.

“We’ll start the bidding as always at fifty dollars” said a mans voice.

This is what the world has come to. Females were no longer allowed to decide when , where , or with whom they had sex. And most certainly not allowed to lose their virginity before 18. Because that, that was when we are auctioned off.  Our virginity, which was once in the past treated as something only a womans husband should have, was now sold to the highest bidder. All proceeds, going to the government. That’s right, we don’t even see a penny.  

My sister’s sold for $875.00.
My friend Maggie’s?………….$65.00

Sixty five fucking dollars.

I watched the red numbers on the screen over the girls head raise higher and higher. She was up to 275.

I’d stopped crying, and sat on a bench near the window my father was standing at, signing away my hymen to the government. It wasn’t really optional, but they made you think it was. The signature was more of proof that you complied with the law, and that they didn’t have to come hunt down your daughter on her 18th birthday.

Nobody tried to skip out on it anymore, they killed one girls parents that lived on my street.
Of course there’s no proof, but strange how they dissappeared when they refused to let their daughter be sold to strangers.

$345.00

That was what the girl standing in the middle of room sold for.
A short fat man, stood up waving his paddle in the air, smacking his toothless gums together at her as he pulled her from the pedastel.  There were rooms available within the building for men to take the women to, they weren’t allowed to leave the building with the girls. He dragged her, sobbing to the room.

Minutes later a screen overhead turned on, and everyone in the room was allowed viewing access to the room.

As I sat there waiting , too numb to cry. I watched girl after girl be sold. Each of them crying.
As each of them were pulled into the rooms, their rooms would rotate on the big screen, guys cheering as they watched men force themselves into someone elses daughter.

“Number 252. We’re ready for you.” a lady said peeking out from behind a door. I realized she was talking to me, and realized my father was holding a ticket with the numbers 2-5-2.

He handed me the ticket, and stood up as I did and hugged me.

“Call me when…when it’s over.” he said and walked away. I watched him eye the young girl getting off the pedestal, and knew he was thinking exactly what every other man in the room was thinking.

Every girl wants to believe her father would never participate in such things. He didn’t know I knew, but I’d found out from friends in school that he’d “purchased” at least a couple for himself before.

I followed the lady into the room where I stood, as she made me undress in front of her. I’d saved myself the embarrassment of having anyone there shave me, so I’d done it already the night before.

Every hair on my body, except those on my head was shaved.

The woman smiled politely as she checked me over.

“Oh thank goodness you’re already shaved, it really saves me the hassle.” she said, gliding her hands over my entire body. Over my arms, over my belly, chest, sides, back, ass, legs, between my legs, and under my armpits.

“Very nice.” she said and marked off some things on a clip board then looked me up and down and marked some more things off.

“Can I ask what you’re marking off?” I asked her as she circled around me, checking off more boxes.

“Oh we just check the body for bruises, scratches, etc.” she answered politely. Checking off another box.

“Does…does that make you sell for less?” I asked nervously, not sure why I even cared.

“Oh no, not at all.” she giggled, apparently un phased by her job of preparing young women to get fucked my total strangers to make the goverment money.

“It’s just our way of keeping track of things…we’ll assess your body again once your devirginizing process is complete. You know, to see if you aquired any bruises, scratches, and such from the process. ” she said and she saw my eyes widen.

“Oh dont worry, if they leave any visible marks, they pay an extra fee.” she smiled and went back to checking off her boxes.

I felt my stomach turn. So, bruises, and scratches, anything was acceptable, as long as the guy had the cash to pay for it. I felt the tears come again.

The lady sighed. “Sweetie it’s really not so bad, a lot of girls get really nice guys, or old guys who cant do too much and it’s over with before it’s even begun. It’s the number picking at the end of the day you have to worry about , just cross your fingers you don’t get picked.”

Maybe I should’ve mentioned the number drawing a little sooner.

Everyday a “number” also known as a girl, was drawn from whatever amount of 18 year olds came into fufill their duties as legal 18 year old adult women.

Anyone who made under $100 was automatically one of the numbers. Punishment for not making them enough money I suppose.

Nobody could ever figure out how they decided how many numbers to pull, there was no constant ratio, it was all random. You’d just hold your breath and pray they’d announce the end of the drawing before your number was called.

What does pulling your number mean?

It means you’ve just won a permanent spot as a Free For All.

Yes, that’s what they call them.

A free for all is a female, who is exactly what it sounds like she is.
She’s a free for all, for any man, anytime, anywhere.
Equipped with a hard black metal bracelt around her wrist that she was to wear at all times, so men knew she was a “FFA”.

Any woman who refused a man while being a FFA, was reported to the goverment, and the goverment “handles” them.

Apparently FFA started on a voluntary basis 15 years ago, as a way to curb instances of rape.
Women offering themselves to be used by men, to keep them from fucking women who DIDNT want to be used. However , apparently none of the men that voted on this law, realized, rapists…dont want a volunteer. They want the girls who don’t want it.

So a few years later another vote was made, and the law was passed that women between the ages of 18-25 would be notified by mail. They all had a week to report to the auction buildings and receive their FFA bracelets.

My mother was one of them. She was 23 at the time, already married to my father. But, that didn’t matter.  1 out of every 1,000 women were sent a FFA letter.  A few months later, that apparently wasnt enough, they sent out more letters. 1 in every hundred.

And now, to keep the numbers growing, allowing men to feast on new free pussy whenever they want, they make us do this now. Come to them on out 18th birthdays, to not only sell us like whores, but to possibly make us a permanent fuck toy for any stranger willing to take advantage of a Free For All. Which I was told by my friend Maggie was , a lot more than you think.

“Don’t put your faith in men Lela.” she told me. “Ever.”

I was up on the table, legs spread, having my vagina inspected. I’m assuming she was checking for my virginity? She okayed me and had me stand and follow her to the center of the room barefoot, I was next in line.

I looked up and saw men looking at me, and some of them looking at the girl on the pedastal, who…wasn’t crying. She was smiling. She was one of THOSE.   The ones who parents had prepared her, who made her believe all of this was normal.  Because unfortunately they probably believed this was all a good idea. That they were doing THEIR part to help society, by offering their daughter to possibly become a rape toy for anyone with a hard on.

Her hands were on her hips and her weight was shifiting from one leg to the other. Posing. She was fucking posing. She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

the red numbers read $85.

See. Nobody wants a volunteer. But no girl wants to pretend to be a volunteer, and make less money, thus forcing herself into the life of a FFA.  

Sold at $85.  She couldnt have seemed happier.

“This one is mine.” I heard a man say behind me and I stepped up onto the pedestal.

I stood there my blue eyes staring straight ahead across the room above all their heads, ignoring their hands rubbing their crotches, each of them eager to win a bid. I’d noticed the short fat man who’d won the red head was back in the room and sitting in the first row of men in front of me. I looked down at him, his paddle raised.  I couldnt help but start to shake, in anger, in fear, my body covered itself in goosebumps as I imagined his sweaty body heaving itself ontop of me.

I’d drowned out the voices of the men around me, I could feel my nipples harden as I grew colder and colder standing naked in the room. Paddles raising one after another.

“I cant wait to pull that hair baby!” a man shouted behind me. Assuming it was the same that said i was HIS to another man.

My hair was long, down to the middle of my back, brown and wavy, and thick.

I watched more paddles shoot up, listened to guys groan as they crossed their arms apparently not having enough money to outbid the next man.

Sold.

$1,095.

I was pulled off the pedestal and over the shoulder of the man who’d assured everyone I was his.
And now…I was.

He was tall, long , scraggly hair, and skinny. Older, probably 45 or so.
He looked dirty, and he smelled it.

He didnt bother closing the door after he threw me down on the bed, only covered with a plastic sheet. Instead he unbuckled his pants and told me to “Get ready, because here it comes.”

“Sweetie it’s really not so bad” I imagined the lady who inspected me saying, her voice ringing in my ears as he tore into me. I screamed and shut my eyes as he fucked me, ripping me open , I felt like I’d puke.

“It’s over before it’s begun.” I heard her say as his nails dragged over the fleshof my chest and grabbed hard onto my tits, slapping them as he violated my virgin pussy.

“Open your eyes, open em, open em you whore” he panted as he had begun to sweat all over me, his hand gripping my jaw, raising it up and then slapping me across my face.

“Thats it, let me see those pretty blue eyes little girl.” he grunted as he forced himself into me harder, and smacked my tits again, pulling hard at both of my nipples. I turned my head, and out the door I could see men standing , jerking themselves off at the door , the large tv screen on the wall behind them, and me…being fucked. Played for everyone to see.

His nails dragged over my flesh again, feeling as if he was breaking open my skin. His slapped my tits again and again.

I cried as he continued to fuck me, lifting my legs, turning me, flipping me, positioning me in ways I didnt even know existed as he kept fucking me.

“I’m gonna fuck you all day little girl.” he told me.

The thing was , he could.  That was the perk for guys who bid over $1,000. No condom was required to monitor your cum.  See, any guy that bid under $1k only got to fuck the girl he bought, ONE time, one nut, that was it. Then she was sent into a waiting room with the previously sold girls for the day to wait for the number draw.

But over $1k and you could not only cum as many times as you wanted using your newly purchased whore, but you could do it inside of her…or on her.  There were also no extra fees for the bruises or scratches which was why it only took him all of 10 minutes before my entire body was covered in scratches, and bite marks.

Id watched the men at the door blow load after load onto the floor, as they jerked off watching him fuck me. Eventually the excitment of watching him destroy a fresh new cunt, wore off because the men left the doorway, and now I only saw the tv, that was still flipping through all the rooms, I laid lifeless, my body being fucked into the mattress, my body slipping over the plastic sheets covered in my sweat and his. Mostly his. I watched other girls get fucked, none of them had bruises,none of them had scratches, and none of them were on the screen for more than three cycles.

Me, I can’t count how many times my room had flashed on the screen.
How many other girls had come after me and got out before me.

I think I even passed out a few times during the “process” as it was called.

By the time he finished it was dark outside.
He pressed a button on the side of the door, and collapsed onto the bench on the side of the wall.

A minute later a lady had brought him a bottle of juice, a bottle of water. Nothing for me.

I watched him down the bottle of juice and start to chug the bottle of water as well. i sat up , reaching my hand out.

HE finished the bottle and whipped it at me, droplets of water hitting me, right before the bottle hit me in my chest.

“None for you , whore.” He stood up and walked over to me. I looked up at him and his hand, seconds later was leaving another stinging sensation across my face. His slap had knocked me over onto my side and his hands flipped me over. I screamed as he spanked me violently.

“You thought I was done, didn’t you?” he laughed maniacally. “Time to fuck that ass.: he said as he spread my ass cheeks , spit on my asshole and pushed himself right into me.

I’d never screamed louder in my entire life, if all my energy wasn’t gone from being fucked for the past, however many hours, I swear I wouldve been able to climb up the walls, and away from how bad it hurt.

My eyes were all out of tears, but I had snot dripping from my nose as he began to fuck my ass. Without mercy, he pounded me with even more force than he did while fucking my pussy.

“Nasty fucking whore… I bet you’ve been waiting YEARS for this day. All you little cunts, waiting till your 18th birthday to get your little holes filled by strangers, huh? huh?” he asked me, as I laid unresponsive. I passed out again after that.

When I woke up he wasnt in my ass, and I was flipped onto my back with him coating my face with his cum.

I wiped him from my eyes and heard him laughing.

“Dont like cum in your eyes? I thought you would, awwww too bad.” He spit on my face, in my eyes as soon as I’d finally opened them, forcing me to shut them again.

“Oh and guess what…good news….” he said as I opened my eyes again and pulled on his pants. “I’m done with you now……” I felt a flood of relief. “ More good news…..While you were passed out….they pulled your number. ” he laughed, buckling his pants and walking towards the door way. and pointed at me before walking out. “Rest up my little  free for all slut…I’ll be looking for you on the streets.”