This is *Chapter 2* of the series “The End of The World as We Know It”. You can find Part 1 (the prologue) of this story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jq75qy/the_end_of_the_world_as_we_know_it_freeuse/). **Please read the tags before proceeding**.
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The first time Ming went to Solandia, he was a volatile cocktail of nerves, excitement, dark desire. On one hand, who knew what was actually going to happen to him there? Maybe this was all a scam, and he was about to lose all the credits that he’d earned in some cruel scam. But on the other hand, how could this really be a scam? He’d seen too much. He’d witnessed firsthand the defiling and subjugation of Tasha (and thought to himself – *what* a bitch!) on live television… and before he knew it, he was already touching himself over his pants. To see that stuck-up, “I know better”, blonde… beauty of a bombshell finally learn her place on live television, and for her to *say* it (the words “Fuck me, sir, I’m your good Solandian slut” will forever be burned into his mind) almost gave him the quickest orgasm of his life. For him and the 99 other men in his block – and thousands more in blocks like these – all they used to rely on for… relief during their rec time were old reruns of porn from the days where porn was widely filmed. It was nice the first time they watched Mia Malkova get spitroasted or some sexy Japanese lady get felt up and gangbanged on a train, but after a while it was all just more of the same. But to see Tasha – a real, non-slutty, non-porn, but absolutely drop dead gorgeous lady that everyone he knew hated – to see her get taken on live TV… he would never have imagined that to be a reality. Nobody did; except the ones who were responsible for it, for course.
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Before Solandia entered into the Service Pact, Chad was exactly the kind of person you might expect someone bearing his name to be. Tall, strong, handsome, and well-endowed – not to mention intelligent and successful; he and most of the men in Solandia were alike. Not that they had all started off as tall, strong, handsome, and well-endowed. Those that weren’t simply availed themselves of Solandia’s cutting-edge physical modification programme. In another world, another time, Chad may have been your quintessential fuckboi rolling in cash from some dubiously ethical profession. But on Solandia, at least Chad was somewhat more ethical. Besides, his rowdy days were over, and with the love of his life and two beautiful children, he couldn’t be happier.
Like most other women in Solandia, Melissa was stunning and very much pleasing to the eye, especially to Chad. After all, many of her enhancements were taken just before they got married so that she could enhance *his* pleasure (and of course, he’d made certain enhancements of his own). Her naturally enhanced bosom provided ample cleavage to arouse, and were soft and bouncy to the touch. Chad loved his wife’s breasts, and how they were bigger than usual even in a society where any woman could just modify her breast size. Chad enjoyed using his wife’s breasts in and out of sex; whether it was a casual grope while she was lovingly making him breakfast (or while she/he was driving them to work) or losing himself in them while she rode him cowgirl style.
On her end, Melissa was happy to oblige. She liked the attention that she got from Chad, and even from other men – not that she would have ever indulged *those* types of attention. Besides, it’s not as though women who looked like her were in short supply. She and Chad got along because of all that they shared in common, and their personal compatibilities. It’s amazing how unimportant looks can be when everyone can modify them. And she was grateful that even after giving birth to their Emma and Robert, their sex life remained healthy. She knew – from history – that things weren’t always this way. And she was even more grateful that she was living in Solandia and not one of those gender-segregated autocracies where your sexuality was monitored and enforced, and procreation done purely in-vitro.
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When Ming finally arrived in Solandia, he knew that it had all been worth it. One year’s worth of credits earned on the bike for this? Hell yes. It was only going to get better. He knew he wasn’t alone in his sentiments either, because many other men along with him also had their mouths agape, struggling to believe that what they’d been watching on SolandiaTV all these years was the **real deal**. It wasn’t some elaborate fiction or conspiracy. Solandia really was different. Beautiful women in every shape, size, and color: Ming spotted a few to his liking (a petite, bespectacled fair-skinned beauty; a tall, dark-skinned, relatively busty lady; and a tanned, seemingly athletic girl) before he mentally did the sums for what they would cost. “Maybe next time”, he thought to himself, thinking to check out the two ladies assigned to him first.
There was a reason why Ming chose to travel on the more expensive Immersion Package on his first trip to Solandia, instead of first getting the lay of the land. He just enjoyed those videos so much – he always imagined that instead of those big guys getting locked up it was his stupid
“foreman” who always abused his power. And now, he was actually going to live it. He was going to be that guy – the guy who takes what belongs to other men. Solandian men, no less.
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Chad spent his day of recovery extremely distracted and distressed. This was becoming the norm, and he was close to his breaking point. It had been almost two months since his last “release”, and it didn’t help that many of his visitors insisted that he watch. That was, for many of them, the broad appeal of the programme after all. But that was all he could do – watch. Watch and clean, watch and make breakfast, make lunch, clean the house… anything but get his release. Not that he could, even if he tried: the cage that he was locked in was impermeable, and even if he could hack it the house was watched 24/7 anyway. He shuddered to think about what would happen if they ever caught him trying to break free – how much worse could it get? Long ago, he would have said, “not much”, but he learnt quickly that the depths of human depravity were far deeper than he could have comprehended. But he refused to give in to the conditions that his previous guests gave him to find release. He saw it as a matter of principle – they saw it as amusing, and a reason to return to try again.
For Melissa, on the other hand, this feeling of a lack of release was a little foreign. It wasn’t until their last guest that she too, was locked in a cage. After all, most of the visitors were more than happy to use her pussy for their enjoyment – especially when she begged them to. That would have been unimaginable to her when the Service Pact was just starting out, but now it made complete sense. Service to others; pleasure to self. She had so much to give back, and she felt so good doing it. After all, that’s what those magnificent tits of hers were made for, weren’t they? She hoped Emma had come around by now. “It would be a rough start, but it gets better”, she thought to herself. Under the right set of conditions, Emma would come to feel the same way. But Melissa almost forgot about her son, Robert. Tomorrow was going to be his first day back at home.
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“Here you are, sir.” The police officer escorted Ming to the doorstep, gesturing at the door. Ming was too distracted by her plump, tight ass to notice her gesture. “How is she even a police officer, dressed like that?” he wondered, “and how much would she cost?”. From what he could remember from the past, the police officer was basically dressed in the equivalent of a Halloween slutty cop costume.
Turning around, she noticed Ming checking her out. Smiling, she wordlessly slid her pants down and bended over to reveal a glistening pussy. She spread her lips. “Like what you see, sir? If you’d like to upgrade to the ‘Experience Solandia’ package, I’m included too. **All** of me. Just 100 credits!” She stood back up, not bothering to pull her pants up, leaving her pussy dripping onto her pants, and stared into Ming’s eyes hungrily.
100 credits. That would take him at least a month, and that’s if he really scrounged and saved. Resisting the thought, Ming reluctantly shook his head. “Not for the moment. Maybe later?” he attempted to smile.
The police officer was undeterred. “Okay, sir, whatever you say. Just don’t regret it, kay?” She winked at him. “Anyway, this house is registered to Chad and Melissa, and their children Emma and Robert. I’ve sent the codes for Chad, Melissa, and Robert to your interface. But remember that you can only release Chad and Robert under this session’s prescribed conditions, kay? All the details should be in your head.” The police officer tapped on her head twice, before smiling and practically bouncing away. Ming struggled to wrap his head around what just happened: it was like has living in a warped reality. This was too good to be true.
At the same time, this was everything that he dreamt of. He was finally about to step into the house and **take possession**. Be the boss, for the next seven days. He couldn’t wait.
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