Slaves of our Servants

By Ophidia Cox

In a dystopian, postapocalyptic future, Jacob Frazer leaves his home for the city after a lifetime of regrets and missed opportunities. He seeks nothing less than immortality and the hand of the woman he let go all those years back. He must face a harsh reality when neither the city nor its fabled Elixir turn out to live up to their glorified reputation.

Content warning: contains violent scenes of a sexual nature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tangentrine
• Release date: Jun 16, 2011

Ophidia Cox

Ophidia Cox writes controversial near-future fiction and weird erotica, including fat fetish (BHM & FFA) and BDSM.

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to locations, incidents, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Copyright © Ophidia Cox 2011

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Slaves of our Servants

Ophidia Cox

Excuse me! Jacob stepped in front of a young woman who was heading away from the jostling docks.

The woman’s eyes moved awkwardly, following the lines on his face. You’re not from Portsmouth, are you?

No, I’ve just arrived here. Jacob held out his scrap of paper. Can you tell me where this is?

The woman seemed to have trouble looking away from Jacob in order to read the address. He could sense disgust under her tense expression, and a kind of self-consciousness, as though she feared she might inadvertently bring up a taboo subject. After an uncomfortable moment, she bent her head down to the writing. That’s the Baroness’s place.

I was told I could buy Elixir there.

As soon as he said it she looked away in embarrassment, as though he’d brought up the taboo subject she’d been so eager to avoid. Yes. It’s the big powerplant. Up that street. She pointed. Right turn, at the end.

The woman disappeared into the current of pedestrians. He glanced back twice, but he didn’t see her again. Jacob had never seen this many people in one place before. He supposed if nobody here got old and died, it was no wonder it was so crowded. Young-looking people barged past as the