Lottery
By Mark J. Silva Jr
Mark was excited! He turned eighteen this day, and had decided to buy a lottery ticket. It was a long shot, but the pet lottery was held only once a year, and this year the drawing was on Mark's birthday.
Mankind had achieved so much over the years. From bio-computers to full human genetic engineering.
You could walk around with so much wetware that you would be a walking super-computer. You could even have your body changed from looking human to looking like anything you could imagine, from a living breathing Klingon, to a fairy. It just cost money.
In the United Grand Americas, Mark had grown up in 'the projects.' As a minor, he was a nobody. As an adult, he had choices. He could live his life in the projects, doing nothing and scrounging for a life. He could attended colleges (if he could afford them) or he could become a citizen. By entering federal service, Mark could earn a citizenship, and have a family. Once married, he could apply for a child permit, and raise his own family!
At eighteen, Mark was a nobody as of yet. He had six months left in basic education schooling. But his SPT scores had been high, and Mark was offered either entering federal service in 'General Service' (Mil) or Public Services (PS), as a trainee wetware tech.
Both had their good points and bad.
But at this time Mark didn’t care. He brought a ticket for the pet lottery.
Pets were owned, and were super expensive to buy. We are talking the cost of a person going through full genetic engineering and wetware modification, then entering back into life, as someone's pet. Pets could be anyone: from a person who was on death row, to someone down on their luck and deciding to let someone else runs their lives. The change into a pet was one way. It involved such things as having your mind 'fixed.' You become dependent on your owner for happiness. We are talking about following orders to the point that you are compelled to obey, no matter what; unless it was an illegal order or it was evidentially threatening self harm. You could not sell your pet, if you changed your mind, later. Their brains were hardwired to depend on their owners. Many pets simply laid down and died, if their owner died.
There were cases where someone became a pet, and before imprinting had taken place, their owners either died, or for some other reason could not accept the pet.
These were the pets for whom the lottery was held. Unclaimed pets were given as prizes in a yearly lottery. However, there was a change, this year. The grand prize ticket was a blank check. It wasn't first choice like the follow up tickets, it was one that allowed you to have someone changed into what ever you wanted.
Your wife getting old, her body not the same after two kids? Change her into a pet and enjoy her new forever youthfulness.
Have a dead beat X-husband who owes more then he could ever repay? Have him changed into a dogman for your kids to enjoy.
It didn't matter as long as the pet stock was not a citizen. A resident non citizen (RNC) had very few rights.
“Mister Howland, you need to pick either Mil or PS service.”
Mark looked at the paper. By signing he would enter either two years Military service, the fast track to citizenship; or nine years Public Service, which was the 'safe but slow' way to earn citizenship. Most picked the fast track. If you survived the military service, you were a citizen; but the death rate was high, now, what with the Hestor war. Wetware Public Service was hard. You had to pass medical school and bio engineering; but once that was done you could either find a job, or stay in and level up in service as a full citizen.
Mark chose Public Service. He wasn't a grunt, and since his parents were not citizens, he couldn't enter the officer corps.
“Good choice, Sir. You're the first one this month to enter the PS wetware tech corps,” the lady behind the counter said.
Mark smiled as her whiskers twitched. She was not a pet, but she'd had some bio-engineering done, Mark thought.
“You have to report to PS center after you graduate from school. But for now, you should head back to class,” she said with a wink and smile.
Mark had to be careful. He was eighteen and an RNC. If he was not careful he could end up as someone slave, or worse.
Then he heard the words that always warned Mark it was time to go.
“My you have some of the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.”
Mark turned and found himself face to face with a citizen. She was about thirty, and had a confidence in herself that just oozed out of her. She reached and grabbed Mark by the chin, and turned his head looking deep into his eyes.
“They're natural! You know, I could make your life very easy.”
Mark stepped back, “I'm sorry, but I have to get back to class!”
Mark turned and ran for it.
Sarah stood there and watched him run like she'd just whipped him. Then she noticed the documents on the table, that the intake officer hadn't picked up yet. As she reached for them, the officer placed her hand on the papers.
“Sorry, Madam.”
“Give them here,” Sarah said.
Heather swallowed. “Madam, they're private.”
Sarah took them anyway.
“Eighteen and entering PS? Hmm.”
Sarah smiled. In her vision, a virtual display appeared. Mark's full name a birthdate were entered, then she thought-clicked on the enter button.
What should have happened was Mark's personnel file should have opened for her to review. What did happen, was a full lock-out, and it hurt. Moments later, three Marines walked over to her.
“Major, please come with us,” one of the Marines said.
“Excuse me, Sergeant?” Sarah asked.
“This way, Major,” the Sergeant said once more.
“Okay, Sergeant,” Sarah said as the Sergeant turned and lead her from the Selective Service Office to a side office with the blinds closed.
Sarah entered the office and came to a sudden halt once she realized that Sub-General Bradly was seated behind the desk.
Coming to a full attention, Sarah saluted General Bradly.
“At ease, Major,” said General Bradly as she closed a file. “I see you found my little blue eyes.”
Sarah eyes widened… her 'little blue eyes?'
“Sorry, Madam, I didn't see a ring or a tag on him. If I had, I would have never…”
General Bradly put her hand up, stopping Sarah.
“Sarah, look out that window and tell me what you see.”
Sarah moved the blinds, “I see students signing up for their futures; why, General?”
“Tell me, how many Caucasian males do you see?”
The room was filled with females and maybe one or two males, one Hispanic and one Asian from what she could see.
“None, General.”
One of the things that had happened to humanity over the years was that pollution, radioactive waste, and chemicals released into earth's environment, had reduced the male population to one in five hundred. The Caucasian population were even fewer, being reduced to about one white male to every three thousand males, and blue eyed males were 'one in a million,' even in the white male population. The contamination had made males the weaker sex. Mark was five foot even, at maybe ninety-five pounds.
The fact that Mark was walking around, was a surprise in the first place. Having made it to eighteen without being sold off or made into something else, was a surprise to Sarah. But finding out he was already owned by the Chief of Spacial Naval Intelligence, was just weird.
“Lisa, I've known you for twenty years! Since when have you been interested in a boy?” Sarah asked.
Lisa smiled, “Not the boy… his mind. He is a savant, when it come to wetware programming and design.”
“But he just signed up for PS! How could he done that if you already own him? And why the hell is he here in the first place?”
A file attachment offer appeared before Sarah eyes, and she accepted it. Moments later she saw Mark's ownership contract. The General had brought rights to him when he was only fourteen, right after his second aptitude testing. The scoring was off the charts. Then she found three wetware patents in his name.
“He is here because I chose to let him grow up and experience life freely. Besides, it's not like anyone could just snatch him up and run off with him,” Lisa said.
That meant he had to be tagged, in some way. Maybe he even had a security detail following him around, making sure no one touched him.
Then two other files opened marked 'possible love interests' and it showed two females.
* * * *
School was out, and Mark felt better having not run into that one citizen, again. His mom had drilled it into his head to not make eye contact, and keep his head low, or he'd end up owned by some female who only wanted his eyes.
Rounding the block's corner, Mark ran into Tina. She jumped up into his arms, giving him a big kiss.
Christina Livingston was fourteen, and was a registered child of a citizen (RCC) and she had the biggest crush on Mark. She was also the biggest tease with him, never fearing to do as she pleased.
Mark flinched when her hand slipped down and into his pants and squeezed him.
“Hey, that's not…”
“Not what? You know, we could have some real fun,” Tina said as she stroked his growing problem.
Mark started pushing her away.
“Your mom would have me whipped if I did anything to you.”
Tina's hand come out of Marks pants as she gave him a pouty face.
“She doesn't have to know.”
Mark touched her forehead, “Those things in your head tell her everything you do! Hell, she could even know your dreams. I can't afford taking a chance, Tina.”
Tina shoved Mark back into the wall and herself into him. “As long as you don't knock me up we can play,”
'Oh god' Mark thought as Tina hand once more slipped down into his pants. Then, a Military truck rounded the corner. Tina was suddenly three feet away from him, and smiling.
“You think about it, I will see you later,” She said as Tina turned and skipped around leaving Mark frustrated.
Mark made it another block when Vicky stepped out from a doorway and smiled at him. “She going to get you whipped or worse.”
Mark smiled, “I know, but she is so damn cute!”
Vicky was a lot like Mark, a resident non citizen and a few months younger. Vicky walked up to Mark and give up a kiss on the cheek, “Your mom's inside. You want to head to my place and warm up first, or…”
Vicky's idea of 'warming up' was a good ass fucking, followed by cuddling. It was her 'safe sex' plan. She was a virgin. As long as she never gave that up, she'd be safe from getting pregnant.
“Sorry, but I need to get inside and turn on the Holovision. I brought a lottery ticket,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled it out and showed Vicky.
Vicky smiled, “Oh, and who do you plan of making a pet out of if you win?”
Mark touched Vicky's cheek, “You never know! Maybe you, or,”
“Or that little cock tease of yours, Mark. I know how many times you rode me hard thinking only of her.”
Mark flinched. It was true, and Mark knew that Vicky knew all about it. She even teased him about it when they played.
“Go on, Mark. We can 'play,' later… after supper.”
Mark pushed open the door beside Vicky's door. He stepped inside, hearing his Mom call out a welcome.
Ten minutes later Mark sat in the front room and switched on the holovision. It was a older model, and showed its age, when some of the people blurred at the edges, or spoke out of sync. Then the yearly lottery show started. They went on to explain the year's prizes, from the first two hundred pets to the new grand prize of a blank check.
They started off by parading out the first set of pets, and reading off their modifications. These were basics, set up with mostly mind twisting and wetware. The first ten tickets were read off, and anyone in the sol system with a ticket waited and watched, hoping they'd won.
Two hours passed as Mark's mom served him supper. Vicky had joined him on the couch, and watched as the last pet was brought out, and the last two tickets were read off.
Mark's jaw hit the floor. He sat there, pressing the replay over and over again, for a few more minutes.
Vicky shook him.
“You won! I cant fucking believe it! You won the grand prize!”
Someone knocked at the door. Mark's mom slipped through the room and answered it.
“You should do it, make her your pet!” Vicky said as two Marines entered the room with a high ranking officer behind them.
“Mark, dear, I have someone here to see you,” his mom said.
Mark turned and faced the people that had entered the room, and found it hard to swallow.
“Hello, Mark, do you remember me?”
Mark stood, keeping his head lowered.
“Yes, Ma'am. You got me out of trouble a few years ago, when Missus Ashcroft tried to…”
General Bradly held up her hand, stopping Mark.
“I understand you won the lottery tonight.”
It wasn't a question. She already knew. Mark hadn't verified his ticket, yet she knew he had won.
“Yes, Ma'am,”
“Have you made up your mind on who yet?” she asked.
Make looked over at Vicky and she winked at him. “I have two in mind, but I haven’t made up my mind on which one, Ma'am.”
The door opened behind General Bradly and Tina was shoved in with a gag in her mouth and her hands behind her back in binders. One of the Marines stepped behind Vicky and grabbed her arms.
“Hey! What the hell?” Vicky said as a binder was placed on her arms, and then a gag shoved in her mouth.
General Bradly smiled and looked at Mark, “You have kept your word. You have told no one, have you, Mark,”
“Yes, Ma'am; no, Ma'am,” Mark answered.
General Bradly looked at the two girls who now stood besides each other and smiled. “Mark, here, belongs to me. Yes, I have let him grow up and be free; but he knew that once he was eighteen, he would be collected.”
Mark didn't move or say a word. Winning the lottery didn't free him from the contract.
“But, here's some good news. I don't want him as a plaything. So, how do we keep our young man here from going crazy from the lack of attention, while working in the ONI lab?”
ONI, otherwise known as the Office of Naval Intelligence.
“The answer is we get him a pet to play with,”
It dawned on both girls, the lottery was fixed. Yes, it had always been rumored to be fixed, but no one wanted to believe it. But for these two girls it suddenly became real.
“So what one shall it be, Mark, the young tease or your secret lover here?”
Mark stood there and looked at both of them.
“Well it doesn't matter really, they both know the truth now so why not both of them?” General Bradly said with a wicked smile.
* * * *
Tina had stood there, bound and gagged, as her mother and this officer wheeled and dealed over her. She still couldn't believe her ears when her mother accepted fifty thousands credits for her. She wasn’t some RNC to be sold and traded away. Then her mother turned to her and smiled.
“What? You think I been unaware of you chasing that nasty RNC kid around? I been waiting 'till you got knocked up; but hell, fifty thousand for you and I never have to see that boy again? What a deal!”
Mark had warned her over and over that her mom was watching, and that she was just waiting for him to do anything, so she could do something about it. But Tina never imaged she'd get sold off!
The Marine had placed her hand on Tina shoulder before saying, “This way. We have one other stop, before we head to HQ.”
The walk to the next stop was short, but surprising, as Tina was led into Mark's house. There she saw Mark's mom, who smiled at her and tapped her on the ass as she passed by.
Then, in the front room she saw Mark, and over heard Vicky saying Mark had won the lottery.
The Marine pushed her to the side and Tina listened, as the truth about Mark was revealed. He was also owned and had been for some time.
And then she heard the officer say what was going to happen to her and Vicky for learning the truth.
* * * *
Lisa walked over to Mark and reached out her hand palm up and waited. Mark slowly placed his hand in her palm.
“Mark Howland, you have kept your promised word, and your contract. For this I will gift you both of these girls, to be pets, as your reward. But it is time you honored the other part of the contract. Come with me.”
Then she slipped a bracelet that was chained with a thin golden chain to a silver ring, which she also placed on his middle finger.
It was declaring her personal ownership over his body and soul. Lisa touched his cheek, “Do not worry, Mark. I want that wonderful mind intact. I am not going to risk your mind or body with bio-engineering. I have always meant that. I want you happy and whole.”
Mark looked at Tina and Vicky.
“Don't worry, we will take care of them both. I want my blue eyed wonder to be happy.”
Tina's eyes seemed worried, but Vicky looked excited. Vicky had always known she'd end up either as someone's slave; or in a brothel as a fuck toy, selling off her babies as they came. Tina, on the other hand, had always thought she'd take over her Mother's company and run it herself.
Mankind had achieved so much over the years. From bio-computers to full human genetic engineering.
You could walk around with so much wetware that you would be a walking super-computer. You could even have your body changed from looking human to looking like anything you could imagine, from a living breathing Klingon, to a fairy. It just cost money.
In the United Grand Americas, Mark had grown up in 'the projects.' As a minor, he was a nobody. As an adult, he had choices. He could live his life in the projects, doing nothing and scrounging for a life. He could attended colleges (if he could afford them) or he could become a citizen. By entering federal service, Mark could earn a citizenship, and have a family. Once married, he could apply for a child permit, and raise his own family!
At eighteen, Mark was a nobody as of yet. He had six months left in basic education schooling. But his SPT scores had been high, and Mark was offered either entering federal service in 'General Service' (Mil) or Public Services (PS), as a trainee wetware tech.
Both had their good points and bad.
But at this time Mark didn’t care. He brought a ticket for the pet lottery.
Pets were owned, and were super expensive to buy. We are talking the cost of a person going through full genetic engineering and wetware modification, then entering back into life, as someone's pet. Pets could be anyone: from a person who was on death row, to someone down on their luck and deciding to let someone else runs their lives. The change into a pet was one way. It involved such things as having your mind 'fixed.' You become dependent on your owner for happiness. We are talking about following orders to the point that you are compelled to obey, no matter what; unless it was an illegal order or it was evidentially threatening self harm. You could not sell your pet, if you changed your mind, later. Their brains were hardwired to depend on their owners. Many pets simply laid down and died, if their owner died.
There were cases where someone became a pet, and before imprinting had taken place, their owners either died, or for some other reason could not accept the pet.
These were the pets for whom the lottery was held. Unclaimed pets were given as prizes in a yearly lottery. However, there was a change, this year. The grand prize ticket was a blank check. It wasn't first choice like the follow up tickets, it was one that allowed you to have someone changed into what ever you wanted.
Your wife getting old, her body not the same after two kids? Change her into a pet and enjoy her new forever youthfulness.
Have a dead beat X-husband who owes more then he could ever repay? Have him changed into a dogman for your kids to enjoy.
It didn't matter as long as the pet stock was not a citizen. A resident non citizen (RNC) had very few rights.
“Mister Howland, you need to pick either Mil or PS service.”
Mark looked at the paper. By signing he would enter either two years Military service, the fast track to citizenship; or nine years Public Service, which was the 'safe but slow' way to earn citizenship. Most picked the fast track. If you survived the military service, you were a citizen; but the death rate was high, now, what with the Hestor war. Wetware Public Service was hard. You had to pass medical school and bio engineering; but once that was done you could either find a job, or stay in and level up in service as a full citizen.
Mark chose Public Service. He wasn't a grunt, and since his parents were not citizens, he couldn't enter the officer corps.
“Good choice, Sir. You're the first one this month to enter the PS wetware tech corps,” the lady behind the counter said.
Mark smiled as her whiskers twitched. She was not a pet, but she'd had some bio-engineering done, Mark thought.
“You have to report to PS center after you graduate from school. But for now, you should head back to class,” she said with a wink and smile.
Mark had to be careful. He was eighteen and an RNC. If he was not careful he could end up as someone slave, or worse.
Then he heard the words that always warned Mark it was time to go.
“My you have some of the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.”
Mark turned and found himself face to face with a citizen. She was about thirty, and had a confidence in herself that just oozed out of her. She reached and grabbed Mark by the chin, and turned his head looking deep into his eyes.
“They're natural! You know, I could make your life very easy.”
Mark stepped back, “I'm sorry, but I have to get back to class!”
Mark turned and ran for it.
Sarah stood there and watched him run like she'd just whipped him. Then she noticed the documents on the table, that the intake officer hadn't picked up yet. As she reached for them, the officer placed her hand on the papers.
“Sorry, Madam.”
“Give them here,” Sarah said.
Heather swallowed. “Madam, they're private.”
Sarah took them anyway.
“Eighteen and entering PS? Hmm.”
Sarah smiled. In her vision, a virtual display appeared. Mark's full name a birthdate were entered, then she thought-clicked on the enter button.
What should have happened was Mark's personnel file should have opened for her to review. What did happen, was a full lock-out, and it hurt. Moments later, three Marines walked over to her.
“Major, please come with us,” one of the Marines said.
“Excuse me, Sergeant?” Sarah asked.
“This way, Major,” the Sergeant said once more.
“Okay, Sergeant,” Sarah said as the Sergeant turned and lead her from the Selective Service Office to a side office with the blinds closed.
Sarah entered the office and came to a sudden halt once she realized that Sub-General Bradly was seated behind the desk.
Coming to a full attention, Sarah saluted General Bradly.
“At ease, Major,” said General Bradly as she closed a file. “I see you found my little blue eyes.”
Sarah eyes widened… her 'little blue eyes?'
“Sorry, Madam, I didn't see a ring or a tag on him. If I had, I would have never…”
General Bradly put her hand up, stopping Sarah.
“Sarah, look out that window and tell me what you see.”
Sarah moved the blinds, “I see students signing up for their futures; why, General?”
“Tell me, how many Caucasian males do you see?”
The room was filled with females and maybe one or two males, one Hispanic and one Asian from what she could see.
“None, General.”
One of the things that had happened to humanity over the years was that pollution, radioactive waste, and chemicals released into earth's environment, had reduced the male population to one in five hundred. The Caucasian population were even fewer, being reduced to about one white male to every three thousand males, and blue eyed males were 'one in a million,' even in the white male population. The contamination had made males the weaker sex. Mark was five foot even, at maybe ninety-five pounds.
The fact that Mark was walking around, was a surprise in the first place. Having made it to eighteen without being sold off or made into something else, was a surprise to Sarah. But finding out he was already owned by the Chief of Spacial Naval Intelligence, was just weird.
“Lisa, I've known you for twenty years! Since when have you been interested in a boy?” Sarah asked.
Lisa smiled, “Not the boy… his mind. He is a savant, when it come to wetware programming and design.”
“But he just signed up for PS! How could he done that if you already own him? And why the hell is he here in the first place?”
A file attachment offer appeared before Sarah eyes, and she accepted it. Moments later she saw Mark's ownership contract. The General had brought rights to him when he was only fourteen, right after his second aptitude testing. The scoring was off the charts. Then she found three wetware patents in his name.
“He is here because I chose to let him grow up and experience life freely. Besides, it's not like anyone could just snatch him up and run off with him,” Lisa said.
That meant he had to be tagged, in some way. Maybe he even had a security detail following him around, making sure no one touched him.
Then two other files opened marked 'possible love interests' and it showed two females.
* * * *
School was out, and Mark felt better having not run into that one citizen, again. His mom had drilled it into his head to not make eye contact, and keep his head low, or he'd end up owned by some female who only wanted his eyes.
Rounding the block's corner, Mark ran into Tina. She jumped up into his arms, giving him a big kiss.
Christina Livingston was fourteen, and was a registered child of a citizen (RCC) and she had the biggest crush on Mark. She was also the biggest tease with him, never fearing to do as she pleased.
Mark flinched when her hand slipped down and into his pants and squeezed him.
“Hey, that's not…”
“Not what? You know, we could have some real fun,” Tina said as she stroked his growing problem.
Mark started pushing her away.
“Your mom would have me whipped if I did anything to you.”
Tina's hand come out of Marks pants as she gave him a pouty face.
“She doesn't have to know.”
Mark touched her forehead, “Those things in your head tell her everything you do! Hell, she could even know your dreams. I can't afford taking a chance, Tina.”
Tina shoved Mark back into the wall and herself into him. “As long as you don't knock me up we can play,”
'Oh god' Mark thought as Tina hand once more slipped down into his pants. Then, a Military truck rounded the corner. Tina was suddenly three feet away from him, and smiling.
“You think about it, I will see you later,” She said as Tina turned and skipped around leaving Mark frustrated.
Mark made it another block when Vicky stepped out from a doorway and smiled at him. “She going to get you whipped or worse.”
Mark smiled, “I know, but she is so damn cute!”
Vicky was a lot like Mark, a resident non citizen and a few months younger. Vicky walked up to Mark and give up a kiss on the cheek, “Your mom's inside. You want to head to my place and warm up first, or…”
Vicky's idea of 'warming up' was a good ass fucking, followed by cuddling. It was her 'safe sex' plan. She was a virgin. As long as she never gave that up, she'd be safe from getting pregnant.
“Sorry, but I need to get inside and turn on the Holovision. I brought a lottery ticket,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled it out and showed Vicky.
Vicky smiled, “Oh, and who do you plan of making a pet out of if you win?”
Mark touched Vicky's cheek, “You never know! Maybe you, or,”
“Or that little cock tease of yours, Mark. I know how many times you rode me hard thinking only of her.”
Mark flinched. It was true, and Mark knew that Vicky knew all about it. She even teased him about it when they played.
“Go on, Mark. We can 'play,' later… after supper.”
Mark pushed open the door beside Vicky's door. He stepped inside, hearing his Mom call out a welcome.
Ten minutes later Mark sat in the front room and switched on the holovision. It was a older model, and showed its age, when some of the people blurred at the edges, or spoke out of sync. Then the yearly lottery show started. They went on to explain the year's prizes, from the first two hundred pets to the new grand prize of a blank check.
They started off by parading out the first set of pets, and reading off their modifications. These were basics, set up with mostly mind twisting and wetware. The first ten tickets were read off, and anyone in the sol system with a ticket waited and watched, hoping they'd won.
Two hours passed as Mark's mom served him supper. Vicky had joined him on the couch, and watched as the last pet was brought out, and the last two tickets were read off.
Mark's jaw hit the floor. He sat there, pressing the replay over and over again, for a few more minutes.
Vicky shook him.
“You won! I cant fucking believe it! You won the grand prize!”
Someone knocked at the door. Mark's mom slipped through the room and answered it.
“You should do it, make her your pet!” Vicky said as two Marines entered the room with a high ranking officer behind them.
“Mark, dear, I have someone here to see you,” his mom said.
Mark turned and faced the people that had entered the room, and found it hard to swallow.
“Hello, Mark, do you remember me?”
Mark stood, keeping his head lowered.
“Yes, Ma'am. You got me out of trouble a few years ago, when Missus Ashcroft tried to…”
General Bradly held up her hand, stopping Mark.
“I understand you won the lottery tonight.”
It wasn't a question. She already knew. Mark hadn't verified his ticket, yet she knew he had won.
“Yes, Ma'am,”
“Have you made up your mind on who yet?” she asked.
Make looked over at Vicky and she winked at him. “I have two in mind, but I haven’t made up my mind on which one, Ma'am.”
The door opened behind General Bradly and Tina was shoved in with a gag in her mouth and her hands behind her back in binders. One of the Marines stepped behind Vicky and grabbed her arms.
“Hey! What the hell?” Vicky said as a binder was placed on her arms, and then a gag shoved in her mouth.
General Bradly smiled and looked at Mark, “You have kept your word. You have told no one, have you, Mark,”
“Yes, Ma'am; no, Ma'am,” Mark answered.
General Bradly looked at the two girls who now stood besides each other and smiled. “Mark, here, belongs to me. Yes, I have let him grow up and be free; but he knew that once he was eighteen, he would be collected.”
Mark didn't move or say a word. Winning the lottery didn't free him from the contract.
“But, here's some good news. I don't want him as a plaything. So, how do we keep our young man here from going crazy from the lack of attention, while working in the ONI lab?”
ONI, otherwise known as the Office of Naval Intelligence.
“The answer is we get him a pet to play with,”
It dawned on both girls, the lottery was fixed. Yes, it had always been rumored to be fixed, but no one wanted to believe it. But for these two girls it suddenly became real.
“So what one shall it be, Mark, the young tease or your secret lover here?”
Mark stood there and looked at both of them.
“Well it doesn't matter really, they both know the truth now so why not both of them?” General Bradly said with a wicked smile.
* * * *
Tina had stood there, bound and gagged, as her mother and this officer wheeled and dealed over her. She still couldn't believe her ears when her mother accepted fifty thousands credits for her. She wasn’t some RNC to be sold and traded away. Then her mother turned to her and smiled.
“What? You think I been unaware of you chasing that nasty RNC kid around? I been waiting 'till you got knocked up; but hell, fifty thousand for you and I never have to see that boy again? What a deal!”
Mark had warned her over and over that her mom was watching, and that she was just waiting for him to do anything, so she could do something about it. But Tina never imaged she'd get sold off!
The Marine had placed her hand on Tina shoulder before saying, “This way. We have one other stop, before we head to HQ.”
The walk to the next stop was short, but surprising, as Tina was led into Mark's house. There she saw Mark's mom, who smiled at her and tapped her on the ass as she passed by.
Then, in the front room she saw Mark, and over heard Vicky saying Mark had won the lottery.
The Marine pushed her to the side and Tina listened, as the truth about Mark was revealed. He was also owned and had been for some time.
And then she heard the officer say what was going to happen to her and Vicky for learning the truth.
* * * *
Lisa walked over to Mark and reached out her hand palm up and waited. Mark slowly placed his hand in her palm.
“Mark Howland, you have kept your promised word, and your contract. For this I will gift you both of these girls, to be pets, as your reward. But it is time you honored the other part of the contract. Come with me.”
Then she slipped a bracelet that was chained with a thin golden chain to a silver ring, which she also placed on his middle finger.
It was declaring her personal ownership over his body and soul. Lisa touched his cheek, “Do not worry, Mark. I want that wonderful mind intact. I am not going to risk your mind or body with bio-engineering. I have always meant that. I want you happy and whole.”
Mark looked at Tina and Vicky.
“Don't worry, we will take care of them both. I want my blue eyed wonder to be happy.”
Tina's eyes seemed worried, but Vicky looked excited. Vicky had always known she'd end up either as someone's slave; or in a brothel as a fuck toy, selling off her babies as they came. Tina, on the other hand, had always thought she'd take over her Mother's company and run it herself.