Author: PrettyPillock11

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the main character of the prey/sub/victim. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read all the way to the bottom for more fun! ☺️***
The door to the classroom opened, in peeked headmaster of placement. “Ruby11” he shouted into the classroom. I stood up next to my desk, my head remaining bowed and eyes on the floor. “Come with me” he demanded. I walked towards the door, exiting the classroom. We walked down the hallway and into his office. He took a seat behind his desk and gave me permission to kneel in the designated spot in the middle of the room, marked out for Ruby’s. I kept my gaze on the floor ahead of me, my hands on behind my back, and my legs spread as I kneeled on the heels of my feet. “There is a man coming in today to see you in person. He seems to be very interested in purchasing you.” I remained still, not responding as he continued. The punishments for talking without permission were memorable to say the least here at the GEM School of Pleasure…where women are taught to be Good, Eager and Masochistic. “He is very well-connected to the school, having made both purchases and donations in the past. Be on your best behavior.” He told me as he called to the front desk.
The school was established shortly following the passing of the “Free Use Act.” Women were now free to be used by men at any time, anywhere. Women quickly rebelled though, leading the world into a gender based civil war. Men quickly realized that they needed to create a system that would brainwash women to accept their new roles. All unmarried women of all ages were detained, and their memories wiped before enrolled in GEM School of Pleasure. To prevent future women from being a problem, they were taken the day after their 18th birthday and immediately enrolled. Life after graduation looks different for each jewel. Some jewels are purchased before graduation. Others are auctioned off if no owner purchases them after graduation. Purchasing before is more expensive but it cuts out the competition. Auctions usually mean low-grade jewels, but the school trains them to be useful for all the needs of the household so when not in use they can still be useful.
Women are categorized by hair color. Natural hair color is mandatory. Red heads are Ruby’s, brunettes are emeralds, blondes are diamonds, and black hair is sapphire. Just like any other stone, there are grades within each category. The rating depends on various sexual skills tests, health, physical appearance, and eagerness. 70% of points are awarded by exceeding in the skills category, whereas the other three account for the remaining 30%. The lower the score, the lower the price. Not all purchasers wanted a perfect score. Some enjoyed their jewels to be less experienced or less eager. Despite our memory wipe, some jewels still maintained bratty characteristics from before. Some enjoy their jewels to be considered less attractive to the mainstream eye. Health seems to be the only statistic that all owners agree should be well-maintained.
My toes were sore from leaning back against them for so long, but I didn’t move a muscle. “She is in my office right now” he spoke into the phone. I could hear a voice coming through the other side of the phone but was unable to make out the words. “Yeah, send him back” he said and then hung up the phone. About 30 seconds of silence lingered before it was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door. The headmaster walked to the door, opening it and welcoming the stranger into the room. “Good morning, sir. Welcome in, we are so glad you could finally make it in to see Ruby11” he said to the stranger. “Good morning, thank you for having me” he replied in kind. His voice polite, but direct. I could feel their eyes on me, inspecting me. “She is even prettier in person” the stranger said as he moved closer to me. I could see his shoes now filling the space where the floor was. He leaned over, hovering over my head and took in a deep breath. Placing his index and middle finger against my forehead, he pushed my head back so that my face was now looking up. I kept my gaze downward, not wanting to get an unauthorized eye contact infraction. Read more »