THE BEASTS – Femdom Story

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by Tau_90

– “You’re falling behind again, Inka. Is your animal slacking again? Perhaps you’re not spurring it enough?”

The animal Karin referred to wasn’t actually an animal. At least not in the traditional sense of the word. It was actually a rather big and muscular male specimen of a homo sapiens, a biological human. But the looks can often be deceiving. To look at raw biology as a decisive criterion of a humanity would be a gross simplification. The being Karin referred to was a slave. And it was firmly established that slaves were devoid of humanity. To Karin and Inka and to any other woman of New Amazonia, this male was an animal. A subhuman wretch, fit only to serve them as a beast of burden.

– “I’m spurring it all right” Inka whined. “It can’t run that fast. It’s not strong enough. You always choose a stronger slave for yourself and then reproach me with poor riding skills.”

– “I’m not reproaching you with anything, Inka” replied Karin. “I’m merely saying that we might consider riding back to the stables, so you can choose a stronger slave.

She pulled her reins and slowed down her mount. They had been riding for a whole hour now and Inka’s slave was showing signs of exhaustion. Both ladies were sitting comfortably in their saddles, firmly attached to the shoulders of their slaves. The saddle enabled a rider to sit on her slave more comfortably. It also served anatomic purposes as it helped to direct the rider’s weight down the slave’s central axis, thus enabling longer rides. Both slaves had their hands tied behind their backs and were heavily harnessed.

– “There’s no need, really,” Inka replied. “You’re pushing it too hard anyway. We’re not in a hurry, are we? Let us relax and enjoy this pleasant ride. My slave will do just fine.”

– “All right” Karin smiled. “But only if you really feel this way. Your slave’s inaptness shouldn’t impede your enjoyment.”

– “I do. I don’t feel like rushing anywhere. Besides, your slave looks exhausted as well. I don’t think it’s as strong as you think it is after all!”

– “Oh, don’t you worry about that!” Karin replied confidently. “They always look this way. But they are stronger than they appear. I’ve ridden them for hours and I know how to use every atom of their strength for my purpose. You shouldn’t feel pity for them. They are less than animals, really.”

– “That may be true. Still, I prefer to keep my slaves in a decent shape. I do oppress them of course, but up to a certain point. So long as they know their place, I’m happy to show them a little clemency”

– “I can see your point, Inka” Karin replied, not entirely convinced. “But I believe you are giving slaves too much of a value. They don’t respond to reason and kindness. Particularly these unintelligent beasts. You should think of them as automatons. You use them for as long as the are able to serve you. Then you replace them.”

– “Well, I guess I tend to develop a bit more personal relationship with my slaves, Karin” Inka laughed. “It would be dull to look at them this way. They are slaves, not robots. Some say the slaves will become redundant with the advance of artificial intelligence, but it’s not true. I would never trade a slave for a robot. They are just too impersonal. You do not own a robot the same way that you own a slave.”

– “You are such a kind mistress, Inka” Karin burst into laughter. “I’m sure your slaves would learn to appreciate it, if they had the capacity to do so.”

She spurred her slave into canter and watched Inka do the same, instantly forgetting her previous reservations.

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